Any World That I'm Welcome To

by Tymber Dalton

  He turned, smiling. “What’s the matter, baby brat?”

  “Nothing, Sir.” Her face bore the faintest traces of a pout.

  “Hey, you’re lucky I didn’t lock you in the chastity belt after I finished. You can take up your reward with Dex when he gets home.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Neil left his belt on the counter and draped his blazer over the back of one of the empty chairs. In the chair to the right of his, the towel was already laid out for her to sit on. If Dex were home, he’d be sitting at the far end, across from Neil, and she’d be seated to Dex’s right.

  Neil took his seat and she served him before dishing out her own plate and sitting. While they shared chores around the house, because she’d wanted some strict protocols, this was one he used with her. Since Dex couldn’t be home all the time, it was something Neil felt wouldn’t infringe on Dex’s relationship with her. When Dex was home, he usually did the cooking, since Neil didn’t think it was fair to ask him to help out with more of the chores due to his job.

  Some firemen stereotypes were dead-on accurate. The man was amazing in the kitchen.

  He didn’t have a bad ass, either.

  Neil reached over and adjusted the small, heart-shaped tag on her necklace, Dex’s day collar for her.

  Another reason Neil loved the guy. He would have been fine with Dex putting his own day collar on her. Had expected it, quite frankly, when Dex not only asked Neil’s permission to collar her but to propose to her, as well.

  But at her collaring, Dex had simply added the small gold tag to Neil’s chain, telling her she was still collared to Neil and that he wouldn’t make her stop being his submissive. That way, when he was at work, she’d still have Neil.

  Dammit, the son of a bitch had made Neil cry by doing that, too. Happy tears, but still.

  Fucking sadist. “This is delicious, sweetheart. Thank you. When is Dex getting home?”

  “Should be any time now, Sir.”

  “How’s the ass?”

  She sighed. “Warm and nicely stingy, Sir.”

  “You are hornier than hell right now, aren’t you, baby brat?”

  “Duh. Sir,” she added.

  Chapter Three

  Once he could finally clock out, Dex stopped by his apartment to check his mail and grab clothes. He couldn’t even snack while there, because there was little in his fridge except condiments and ice.

  Over the past six months, he almost always stayed over at Tamsin’s on his nights off.

  He couldn’t remember the last night he’d actually slept here, to be honest.

  In reality, he was slowly moving into Neil’s a few things at a time. He suspected if Neil had his way that they’d back a truck up to his small one-bedroom apartment, load everything he owned at once, and be done with it.

  A far cry from the days when Neil wasn’t even sure he wanted Dex around Tamsin, much less was willing to move Dex into his home.

  Remembering the e-mail and text from earlier, Dex realized he wasn’t going to be able to work a nap in once he got home. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could eat dinner before Tamsin was all over him like a hump-happy puppy who’d gone swimming in Love Potion Number 9.

  Not that he was complaining. Whereas some guys might not like “sharing” a submissive, Dex knew he got all the benefits. Neil could handle the serious discipline—which he enjoyed doing, because, duh, sadist.

  Dex got to handle the funishment…and fucking her brains out.

  He got caught up in traffic and felt totally drained by the time he rolled into Neil’s driveway. He parked to the side in his usual spot. When Tam and Neil left for work tomorrow morning, he wouldn’t be blocking them in.

  Usually, he slept through their morning departures, or arrivals, depending on when his shift had ended.

  In fact, he was really looking forward to sleeping late tomorrow.

  He’d no sooner opened the front door when he heard Neil call out, “Heads up.”

  Tamsin practically exploded out of the kitchen doorway, almost tackling him before he could even get the door closed.

  “Neil, call your puppy,” he laughed.

  “Actually, she’s now your puppy.” He appeared in the doorway, smiling, arms crossed over his chest. “Welcome home, Princess.”

  The familiar banter had started almost immediately when he’d started dating Tamsin seriously, first as Neil looking for a chink in Dexter’s armor, probing to see if he could get Dex to blow up, making sure he wasn’t an asshole in disguise, trying to get him to rise to the bait.

  Dex got it. Neil loved Tamsin and felt protective of her. So he’d let it go, fluff that drifted right over his head, not allowing it to ruffle his feathers. Now, it was a running joke.

  Hell, he knew it meant Neil liked and accepted him.

  If Neil hadn’t liked and accepted him, Dex assumed he and Tamsin wouldn’t still be together and planning a wedding. They hadn’t set a date yet, but he was leaving that part up to her, because she’d wanted to take the lead in planning it.

  All he cared about was putting his ring on her finger, saying, “I do,” and making her his wife.

  Everything else was a bonus.

  Trappings.

  He’d be perfectly happy if she decided she wanted to go to the courthouse and do it there.

  He set his overnight bag down and pulled her in for a kiss. “You been good for Sir?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Other than melting my damn gelato and going through another wheel and tire.”

  She looked up at Dex, smiling but also a little penitent.

  Only a little.

  “You need to be more careful, sweetheart.”

  “I know, Sir.” It didn’t even get confusing having her call both of them Sir. It was always obvious which one of them she was talking to, and, usually, she only addressed one of them as Sir at a time, whoever was “in charge” at that moment. If Dex wasn’t home, it was Neil by default.

  He reached down and swatted her ass through the long T-shirt. “How many did you get, and with what?” He knew damn well Neil had already punished her.

  She was practically trying to hump his thigh.

  “Twenty, with the belt.”

  “Oooh, expensive gelato, hmm?”

  “I’ll fill you in,” Neil said. “You want to grab your shower first?”

  “Yeah.” Another bare-handed swat on her ass. “Get my plate ready, please.”

  Another slightly pouty look, but she rose up on her toes to give him a kiss before she walked past Neil.

  He also gave her a bare-handed swat on the ass, hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s for trying to hump Sir’s leg instead of greeting him properly. I taught you better than that.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she called back.

  Neil flashed him a smirk, his blue eyes playfully twinkling. At six four, he was five inches taller than Dex, and eight years older than Dex’s thirty-five. Dex high-fived him as he headed for Tamsin’s room.

  “Teamwork,” Dex said, glad to be home.

  Neil lightly smacked his ass, too, as Dex passed. “You betcha.”

  * * * *

  After his shower, and eating dinner, Dex and Tam bid Neil an early good-night as they retreated to the bedroom.

  He didn’t even close the bedroom door, not caring if Neil watched or not.

  The first thing Dex did was get Tamsin’s leather cuffs and collar on her. He was looking forward to spending most of the next two days off, when he wasn’t sleeping, or she wasn’t at work, with his cock buried inside her pussy. With schedules not aligning right, it’d been the better part of two weeks since they’d actually got to spend real quality time together.

  Using rope and snap clips, he tied her wrists to the headboard, then shoved her legs wide open, knees bent.

  “That’s better.” He smiled down at her. “One more thing.” He rummaged around in her dresser drawer and came up with two butt plugs. The vibrating one would go in her ass.
/>   The other in his.

  He took great pleasure in teasing her clit with his mouth as he slowly worked the well-lubed butt plug into place inside her. Then he turned on the remote, loving the moans she made as she felt it come to life.

  Actually, he had Neil to thank for him being comfortable liking anal action. Neil had pretty much trained Tamsin to love butt plugs before Dex had ever met her. Not willing to do something to her without knowing what it’d do to her, Dex tried the vibrating butt plug and had shot cum all over her within seconds.

  That made a believer out of him.

  He loved putting a regular one in while he fucked her, the way it felt rubbing against his prostate. Her wearing the vibrating one at the same time felt even better, giving them both additional pleasure. Wasn’t something they did every time they played, but with time not a factor tonight, he wanted to savor this.

  And he planned on making her come until she lost count.

  With the vibrating butt plug firmly seated inside her, he thumbed the controller and smiled at the soft moans she made.

  “That’s right. Get comfy, baby. You know the routine.”

  He lubed the other one and worked it inside his ass, smiling down at her as she watched. Specifically, her gaze lay focused on his stiff cock.

  “That’s right, baby. You’re going to lie there and take it while I fuck a couple out of you tonight.”

  Her lower lip caught under her teeth as she smiled up at him.

  He loved the fullness of the butt plug, the way it stretched his ass before seating inside him. After wiping off his hands, he knelt between her legs and lined his cock up with her pussy.

  “Now let’s have some fun.”

  He adjusted the controller for Tamsin’s butt plug, making it a little more intense but not so much it’d make him shoot too soon by accident. Then he slung her legs over his shoulders and slowly plowed her pussy with his cock, taking his time, savoring it.

  He occasionally reached in and tweaked her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, adding more sensation to her already overloaded brain. Tonight, he knew, she’d be able to get over like this. Between her freshly spanked ass and the butt plug—and the fact that it’d been a couple of days—he could read her body and see the signs. Sometimes he had to go down on her, or use a vibrator on her clit to give her a little extra push, but that wouldn’t be necessary tonight.

  “Come on, baby brat. Don’t be stubborn. Give me what I want.”

  * * * *

  Tamsin tried to rock her hips in time with Dex’s thrusts, but with the position and with her hands restrained, she couldn’t. Then he shifted position slightly, spreading her legs a little wider and that ground his body right against her clit.

  When she moaned, he smiled. “Now I gotcha.”

  He picked up speed, fucking her hard, driving right into that perfect spot with every thrust and finally getting her to the edge.

  Once she fell, she fell hard, and fast, and repeatedly.

  Especially since he bumped up the controller on the butt plug.

  “Good girl.” She writhed under him, loving this, loving him and what they had together. It felt so good to be able to fully let go to him, knowing he wouldn’t betray her trust.

  If he did, Neil might make him disappear, and she wasn’t even sure that was an empty threat.

  She loved both of them, in different ways. As the next orgasm finally kicked her thinking brain to the curb, she had just enough time to consider how lucky she was before focusing on the pleasure filling her world.

  Once Dex had made sure he’d taken care of her, he finally quit holding back. She loved the sounds he made coming, whether it was from her blowing him or him fucking her. She knew she could satisfy him.

  After he fumbled for and found the remote and shut the butt plug off, he didn’t move for a moment, kissing her, catching his breath.

  She loved these perfect moments. They couldn’t always scene, depending on Dex’s schedule and exhaustion levels. Sometimes it was a quick lovemaking session before they collapsed. That’s why she treasured these moments even more.

  At the noise in the doorway, she tipped her head to look.

  Neil stood there, grinning and holding up a notebook with 8.7 written large on the page in black marker.

  She started snickering.

  “What’d I get?” Dex mumbled.

  “8.7”

  He raised his voice. “That was totally worth a 9.2, you damn sadist.”

  “The Russian judge wanted to watch your ass longer. I can loan you a cock ring.” His laughter followed him out the door and down the hall.

  Dex cracked one eye open. “I need to bribe that damn Russian judge.”

  She smiled. “You could always offer to blow him.”

  He finally sat back, unclipping her wrists so they could go clean up in the bathroom. “I don’t know. I have a hard enough time with one of you chasing me around the house. I’d be walking bow-legged if both of you were.”

  Chapter Four

  Dex collapsed into a long, blissfully uninterrupted sleep. When he finally awakened the next morning, it was daylight and the house lay quiet around him.

  Aahhh.

  Another reason he loved staying here. In his apartment, there were always noises filtering in from other apartments and from outside. Here, he always slept damn good.

  He finally made his way out to the kitchen, where they’d left the coffeepot on for him.

  And, as they usually did, a note.

  Neil’s handwriting on the top portion read, The Russian judge can TOTALLY be bribed, Princess. Blowjobs or even bottoming to you, he’s not picky.

  Below that, in Tamsin’s tidy script, she’d added, That would be REALLY hot to watch, Sir. ;) Love You.

  He smiled and poured himself a cup of coffee. They’d even left his mug sitting out for him.

  Alone one day, Neil had confided to Dex that he would be okay with them moving in with him permanently after the wedding, even if they decided they wanted to have kids. Dex knew Neil didn’t have any close family, which was why he and Tamsin had become so close in the first place. They had that in common right off the bat.

  It felt like being home here. Like he was well-loved. He’d been an only child, and not being super close to his parents emotionally, it was nice having the brotherly banter between him and Neil.

  The longer Dex thought about it—in fact, every time he thought about it—it made sense to him.

  He couldn’t see any drawbacks to it.

  Tamsin had made some comments about looking at houses, but not anything concrete, like she really wanted to.

  I need to talk to Neil again and make sure he still feels that way.

  * * * *

  Dexter spent the day doing chores after putting a roast in the slow cooker. Neil would go grocery shopping on his way home, based on the list Dex had texted him earlier. Meanwhile, he got everyone’s laundry done, dusted, cleaned the bathrooms, and then even had time for a swim before Tamsin was due home.

  Once she walked in the door after work, Dex was standing there, waiting for her, her leather collar and cuffs in his hand.

  With a sexy smile, she immediately put everything down and stripped, kneeling in front of him on the floor.

  “Who’s my good girl?” he softly asked.

  “Me, Sir.”

  He buckled the collar and cuffs on her and then grabbed a fistful of her long blonde hair and led her over to the couch. There, he sat, stretching her over his lap.

  She squirmed and writhed as he gave her a bare-handed spanking, not a fraction as hard as he knew Neil would dish out, but just enough to get her warmed up and horny.

  And more than enough to get him warmed up and horny, too.

  With that finished, he flipped her over, climbed between her legs, and started eating her out. Like this, he could get as many orgasms out of her as he wanted before finally getting off himself.

  After the first couple, she started squirming,
whining, trying to wiggle free.

  “Safeword or take it, baby brat.” He returned to sucking on her clit as she whined even louder.

  She hated to safeword, especially for something like this.

  So he enjoyed lying there, teasing and tormenting her with his tongue, while she made all the delicious noises he could wring from her.

  When he finally knew he had to fuck her or risk accidentally rubbing one out in his shorts against the couch, he got naked and starting fucking her, hard and fast, finishing just before he heard Neil’s car in the driveway.

  “Love you, baby.” He kissed her, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, her hands tracing up and down his back.

  “Love you, too, Sir.” She smiled up at him, her green eyes filled with mischief.

  “What?”

  “You timed that just right, didn’t you?”

  He shrugged. “Neil has his sadism, and I have mine.” Yes, he did like playfully tormenting his friend. He wouldn’t deny it.

  It was one of the lynchpins of their relationship and why they got along so well.

  The front door opened. “Hi, Princess,” Neil called out when he saw them on the couch. “And hi, Tam.” He blew Dex a kiss.

  Dexter laughed. “That’s never going to get old for you, is it?”

  “What do you think?” Neil tossed Dex a playful wink on his way to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

  When Dexter looked down, he spotted Tamsin smiling up at him. “What?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve made no secret of the fact that if you ever get that curious, I’m totally all for watching the two of you together. I would love the hell out of that. I bet he would, too.”

  “He’s too afraid of succumbing to my superior oral talents, babe,” Neil called out from the kitchen. “I’d steal him right out from under you. Once you go Neil, nothing else feels real.”

  Dex burst into laughter. “How long did it take you to work on that one?”

  “Not long.” Neil appeared in the kitchen doorway and grabbed his crotch. “Not nearly as long as my cock, Princess.”

  Now Tamsin lost it, giggling. “You two are too much. Maybe you should get a room. Sounds like you have the hots for each other. As long as I get to watch.”