A Roll of the Dice

by Tymber Dalton

  Forget that, if she didn’t soak all the way through her panties and leave a wet spot on her shorts, it’d be a miracle.

  His hips slowly thrust in time with her movements, taking charge, his hands controlling her.

  Then he let out a soft moan of his own. “Such a good girl,” he whispered.

  Something inside her broke free and set sail in a crazy, freewheeling way unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She let out a moan of her own, and suddenly she wanted to get him off more than anything in the whole world. She lived for it. She’d come close to dying for it, just to be able to do it.

  When she tried to pick up the pace, he held on, keeping her at his speed, making her whine even more as she desperately wanted to make him come, make him keep using that tone on her, saying that to her, just like the books—

  No, wait. Better than the books.

  Way better. Because it was her husband, saying it in his voice, and not some erotic-novel Dom.

  “Are you my good girl?” he whispered.

  She mumbled a mmm hmm around his cock and nearly burst into tears. But she knew if she did, that would screw everything up because he’d think she was upset.

  Instead, she closed her eyes and licked, sucked, breathed, wrapped her hands around the backs of his thighs and dug her fingers in, wishing he could read her mind right at that moment and know how happy she felt.

  How complete.

  How needed.

  How wanted.

  Before this moment, blow jobs had been just one a la carte dish on their sexual buffet.

  Now, she knew giving him blow jobs would always, always be her most favorite thing, ever.

  Ever.

  Because nothing could compare to this moment in time, this utter perfection, even with the dryer chugging along beside them and the scent of fabric softener filling the small utility room.

  She thought he might be close to coming because of the way his cock hardened, growing hotter, his body tensing. She wanted it, hell, she needed it.

  “Do you like sucking my cock, baby?”

  Oh, holy cow! She thought she might come in her shorts if he kept talking to he like that!

  “Mmm hmm!”

  His grip tightened on her head, fingers now digging into her scalp as he totally took over and started fucking her mouth. She stayed with him, holding on to his thighs and hoping he didn’t make her stop because now she didn’t want to stop until she sucked his balls dry.

  “Get ready,” he whispered. “Be a good girl.” Her plaintive whine mixed with his groan as he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum, licking, sucking, even after he’d stopped coming, wanting to coax every last drop out of him and then some.

  But strangely, he didn’t go completely soft like he usually did after she got him off. And he didn’t make her let go, either.

  His voice sounded strained. “Such a good girl,” he softly said.

  Oh, please, don’t stop!

  But she didn’t say it. She stayed right there, on her knees, licking and sucking and praying this night was just getting started.

  Even if it wasn’t, even if he didn’t get her off, even if he told her she wasn’t allowed to get off, she’d go to sleep happy.

  She was his good girl.

  It was even better than in any of the books she’d read. So many things clicked home for her in amazing ways in those few moments that she prayed this wasn’t a one-off thing meant simply to appease her.

  She hoped this was a first step, one of many, for him.

  * * * *

  For the first time in years, Mike realized after he’d emptied his balls into Jenny’s sweet mouth, he hadn’t gone completely soft at the end of the act.

  The way she was eagerly going over every inch of him with that talented tongue of hers.

  The way she’d moaned when he’d called her his good girl.

  Sonofabitch, Tony was right.

  He didn’t know what the protocol was for thanking his boss for sound BDSM advice, but he guessed he’d better figure that out. At the very least, he owed the man lunch or something.

  After a couple more minutes, he realized he was getting hard again. Rather than giving her time to think, he pulled her off his cock and back up to her feet. She wore a glazed look on her face he usually only associated with him making her come more than once in one night, and one he hadn’t seen on her face in…

  Well, sadly, in too damn long.

  He turned her around and pushed her down over the washing machine. Reaching around her, he found the button on her shorts and shoved them and her panties all the way down her legs. She stepped out of them and he nudged her feet wider apart with his.

  Reaching around her, he easily slid two fingers into her soaked pussy.

  Grabbing her ponytail again with his other hand, he tugged just enough that her head tilted back. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

  “Uh-huh!”

  He tugged just a little harder, pushing the envelope of his comfort level, but she didn’t complain. “What was that?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  His cock throbbed, surging. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with her soaked opening, slowly sliding home until he was completely seated inside her.

  Fuck!

  She was hot and wet and ready. He reached around the front of her again and found her clit.

  “Did my good girl like getting on her knees and sucking my cock?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  His cock twitched inside her. Hell, at this rate, he’d be coming again without even fucking her.

  He played with her clit, her juices on his fingers slick and allowing him to get her worked up. “I want you to come for me like this before I fuck you, baby. Be a good girl and come for m—”

  She let out a cry, her pussy spasming around his cock. It startled him so much he almost stopped, but fortunately he realized what was going on and kept working her clit, playing with her as she cried out and tried to rock her hips against his cock.

  Holy fuck!

  She’d never come that fast before, ever. And he knew she wasn’t faking it. That was something they’d talked about years before, that she would never fake an orgasm with him just to stroke his ego. That if she didn’t come, he didn’t want her faking it.

  And he’d made her come before with a vibrator against her clit while his cock was in her, and it had felt just like that.

  Only not as strong. This felt like she was squeezing his cock.

  Finally, he started thrusting, his hand moving to her hip as he kept his other fisting her ponytail. “Such a good girl,” he said, fucking her hard and fast and feeling his balls already drawing up tight against his body.

  It didn’t take him long. He let out another long, deep groan as he emptied himself into her, finally falling still and letting go of her hair.

  Oh, shit.

  He didn’t dare move, barely dared to breathe as he realized she was crying.

  He quickly pulled out and gently grabbed her, turning her around and engulfing her in his arms.

  “Baby, I’m sor—”

  “That,” she sobbed through her tears. “That. That. Please, that.”

  Confusion filled him. He sank to the floor with her in his arms, trying to figure out what she was saying through her tears. “Sweetie, what—”

  “That!” she practically screamed. “That’s what I want. That’s what I need. Please, that. More of that.”

  Even more confused, he sat on the utility room floor and rocked her in his arms, her head tucked against his chest as she cried.

  After a couple of minutes, as she seemed to calm down a little, he dared ask, “Are we okay?”

  She looked up, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and kissed him with a ferocity he barely recognized.

  “Yeah,” she finally said when she ended their kiss, looking up into his eyes. “We’re okay, as long as you keep doing that and don’t you dare stop. That wa
s perfect. You can’t give me a taste of it and then never do it again.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Once Mike realized Jenny not only didn’t hate him, but wanted more of the same kind of dynamic, he relaxed and felt a little less nervous about their Saturday evening plans.

  They spent time during the week talking, snuggled together on the couch while she read snatches of books to him from her Kindle, specific things within larger scenes that had resonated with her.

  Now he understood a little better what she wanted. He’d been trying to absorb the whole elephant in one swallow instead of taking small bites of it at a time.

  And, for now, what she wanted, mostly, he could take care of for her in their bedroom. He experimented one evening with holding her wrists pinned over her head while he slowly fucked her into not one, but two orgasms, something he usually couldn’t accomplish unless it was with oral or a vibrator or hand assist.

  He also had to admit that did more than stroke his ego a little.

  It was like being newlyweds again in some ways. She was willing to relax a little and not expect him to set up protocols as long as he was willing to step up in the bedroom a little and take more control there.

  And they agreed that if she ever didn’t like what he was trying, she’d use the easy to remember green-yellow-red system to let him know, instead of him running their relationship off a cliff by pushing things too far.

  When they arrived at Sigalo’s, Tony and Shayla were waiting for them in the restaurant’s foyer. Again, this was someplace they’d eaten before and never suspected kinky people also met there.

  Their dinner group that night seemed to be a lovely bunch of people. In addition to Tilly, Cris, and Landry, and Loren and Ross, they met some more of Tony and Shayla’s friends.

  They all looked like people he might meet any day in any normal situation. Professionals, working folks…normal.

  Average.

  No different than himself and Jenny or any of their other friends.

  Mike was silently glad Rusty and Eliza weren’t there. Not that he didn’t enjoy their company, but he’d made no mention of tonight’s plans to them. He needed to get through this without the additional stress of feeling self-conscious over one of his oldest friends being there. He suspected it would be less stressful on Jenny, too.

  It was easier to deal with amongst people he hardly knew. And the fact that Tony had made him and his wife so vulnerable to them with their demonstration the week before had helped him relax a little.

  Mike didn’t think he could have done that, but as everyone repeatedly warned him, he knew his horizons might rapidly broaden, expand, and blast through any preconceived notions he had before he even realized it was happening.

  After a delicious dinner, they followed Tony and Shayla and the others over to the club. It was a two-story unit in an industrial commercial plaza on the east side of I-75. He’d seen and never noticed the club’s sign, which only read Venture, countless times.

  He’d never known what it was. Never dreamed it was a BDSM club.

  Jenny’s hand tightly gripped his as they followed Tony and Shayla through the front door and into a lobby area. Items along the walls for sale, such as paddles and riding crops and floggers, took Mike’s mind back to that bad place he consciously tried to never wander, the memories of his childhood.

  Until Jenny squeezed his hand.

  He looked down into her beaming smile, his reservations melting away.

  Tony shepherded them through the sign-in process, vouching for them so they could gain entry. If they wanted to come back they’d have to join the club, but since Tony would give them an orientation tonight, they wouldn’t need to go through the club’s newbie class first.

  Then it was time. He realized Tony had a small, black rolling suitcase with him and towed it behind him as he motioned for Shayla, who carried a small tote bag, to head for the door that obviously led inside the club proper.

  “Ready?” he asked them.

  Mike took a deep breath and nodded even though he didn’t feel ready at all.

  * * * *

  Jenny’s excitement hummed through her like an electric current. Here she was, in a real-life dungeon club! Shayla had warned her ahead of time that it wasn’t like most of the books had portrayed. It wasn’t populated with billionaire Alpha-male Doms who would grab her and try to play with her if she didn’t have a collar around her neck.

  It was populated with people just like them who enjoyed a little bit of kinky fun on occasion.

  When they stepped through the doorway into the large and dimly lit space, her gaze jumped everywhere at once, unable to focus on any one thing. One side of the space held tables and chairs, and what looked like buffet tables along the wall. The other side of the space held equipment like what they’d seen in Tony and Shayla’s private dungeon, only more of it and different varieties.

  There were several couches scattered around the space, places to relax and socialize. An upstairs area looked like it held more play equipment.

  The music volume was up, a fast-tempo, heavy metal song she didn’t recognize. The overhead lights were off, replaced by colored lights scattered around the space.

  “Let me put our stuff somewhere,” Tony said, “and I’ll give you the tour. Pet, go change.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Shayla headed off toward what Jenny assumed was the bathroom on the far wall.

  “We’ll start upstairs,” Tony said as he led them in that direction.

  The play area there was meant to be used by people doing things such as wax play, knife play, things that they didn’t want people accidentally getting in the middle of. It also included an observation area where people could look down on the players on the ground level.

  “The rules here can be summed up very simply,” Tony said. “Common courtesy, and don’t touch people or things that aren’t yours. That’s it.”

  “That sounds too easy,” Mike said.

  Jenny had to admit, from everything she’d read, that sounded too easy to her, too.

  “Let me clarify. There are plenty of rules, and you read through the list when you signed your liability waiver.” He pointed to one copy pinned to the wall. “When in doubt, ask a DM. No alcohol or drugs. No sexual penetration allowed, orally or genitals. Toys or fingers are okay. You stay out of the way of a scene and don’t interrupt. The dungeon’s safeword is red.”

  Tony turned back to them. “If someone says that and the Top doesn’t immediately stop, believe me, there will be a whole shitload of people heading over to find out why.”

  Tony returned to the list. “Don’t talk loudly to or around people involved in a scene. If you make a mess, clean it up. If you’re going to do edge play, it must be run past a DM first.”

  “DM?” Mike asked.

  “Dungeon monitor, or dungeon master, as some like to say,” Tony clarified.

  Mike laughed. “Sorry. I’m used to my dungeon masters rolling dice and fighting monsters.”

  Tony smiled. “I still have my dice somewhere. I haven’t played in years.”

  Jenny groaned. If they got to talking about DnD, she’d scream. “Hey, can we focus?”

  Tony laughed. “Sorry. Geeks are shiny-dice distracted sometimes.” He went back to the list of rules. “Absolutely no photography or videotaping allowed. No nudity past the door leading to the lobby, and you must be wearing street-legal clothes before leaving the lobby. Wipe down equipment after using it. Unless you’ve arranged it in advance, scenes are to last no longer than forty-five minutes, from start to final cleanup, if there is a waiting line for equipment. Any suspension must have at least one spotter besides the rigger, and riggers must have either paramedic scissors on them, or a knife to cut the rope, or bolt cutters if using chain suspension. Never leave a restrained bottom unattended. And DMs have the right to interrupt or end a scene if they feel it’s too dangerous or there’s a problem.”

  Those all seemed like perfectly reasonable rules to Jenny. Fr
om the way Mike nodded, he seemed to be in agreement with her.

  “So you see,” Tony summed up, “it basically is Emily Post kind of stuff other than the safety issues. Well, with a kinky spin, I suppose. If you’re ever here and we’re not and you have questions, you can always go to one of the staff and ask them.” He led them back downstairs and started explaining some of the equipment to them.

  Some of the people they’d had dinner with were preparing to scene at various stations. That was when Shayla rejoined them, wearing a gorgeous purple corset and short black skirt. She also wore a black leather collar locked around her neck, and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

  “There’s my beautiful pet,” Tony said. After tightening her corset for her, he draped an arm around her shoulders. “Do you two have any questions so far?”

  Mike shook his head.

  Jenny did. “What happens if someone tries to touch you without your permission?”

  Shayla grinned. “You mean after I knee them in the groin?”

  “Or after I ‘accidentally’ backhand them with a cane?” Tony added. “Seriously, that usually never happens. Not here. Only a couple of times I can think of. One of those times, we evicted the guy and revoked his membership. Usually that kind of shit happens at a bar holding a fetish night. You mix drunks and BDSM in a public venue, and stupid shit can happen. Bouncers will take care of them. Same in a club like this. Someone acts up, DMs will kick them out without a second thought. Sometimes I volunteer DM, and believe me, we don’t let things get out of hand.”

  * * * *

  Mike tried to absorb everything he was seeing and learning. He kept reminding himself he was doing this for Jenny.

  All he wanted to do was go home. He felt overwhelmed.

  They stood a safe distance away from a large metal frame that looked like something you’d hoist a car engine with. A man was preparing to tie up a young woman who wore only her panties.

  “He’s a great rigger to watch,” Shayla said. “Beautiful work.”

  As they and others watched, the man created intricate chest and hip harnesses. Then, with the help of someone else, he hoisted the woman off the floor with more rope, tying her legs open so her left foot was touching her right knee, leaving her crotch exposed.