A Roll of the Dice

by Tymber Dalton

  He grinned, sliding a finger between her labia and lightly stroking her clit. “Don’t worry. I put a towel on the seat of my car.”

  She snorted. “You probably should have grabbed a waterproof pad.”

  He grinned. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For wearing the dress. I know you were going to get rid of it, but I think it looks sexy on you. And it’s not like we’re going to run into anyone you work with there.”

  She snorted again. “Nope. Just your boss.”

  He slid his finger into her pussy. Yep, she was already soaking wet.

  He had a little surprise for her that he hadn’t told her about yet. He’d made a stop on his way home one night that week, by an adult store, and picked up a Hitachi and a blindfold. He had them stashed in a duffel bag in the back of his SUV, along with a towel, robe, T-shirt, and shorts for her.

  No panties.

  She didn’t know it yet, but when they got home, he was going to fly a new rule past her. No panties while at home, unless she didn’t feel good or was cold.

  And the thought of springing that little surprise on her had him hard.

  Tony had told him he’d loan him rope to use. Mike would play things by ear and see if he couldn’t ease Jenny into a forced orgasm scene of their own in Tony’s playroom.

  * * * *

  Jenny’s apprehension faded as Shayla and Tony introduced them around to the other partygoers. Some were older than them, but most were close to their own age.

  As they made the rounds, she was a little surprised to find themselves discussing Mikey’s Eagle Scout achievement quite a bit. Several of the attendees also had Eagle Scouts, or were Eagle Scouts themselves.

  As the evening wore on and people started scening, both in the playroom and on play furniture set up in the living and dining rooms, Mike crooked a finger at her to call her over to where he was talking to someone whose name she couldn’t remember right off the top of her head.

  “Honey, Rob said he’d be happy to teach me some basic rope ties. You feeling up for it?”

  She nervously licked her lips. “Just you actually touching me, though?”

  “Of course.”

  This was what she’d wanted. And several other women, and one man, were already in various stages of nakedness around the house.

  What the hell, why not? “Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’d like that.”

  He grinned. “Wait right here.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She watched him dash out of the house to where they’d parked, then hurry back with a black duffel bag in his hand. “Is that your old gym bag?” she asked.

  He grinned. “It was.”

  “Was?”

  “Now it’s our toybag.”

  When he unzipped it, she thought she might come right there. He pulled out the Hitachi, towel, and blindfold. “Strip, sweetheart.”

  * * * *

  Jenny kicked off her sandals, reached down, and pulled her dress off over her head.

  Mike stood there, stunned, honestly not believing what he’d just seen. Part of him had felt the deeply entrenched surety that she’d balk, safeword, or otherwise blow him off.

  Now his gorgeous wife stood before him with all her perfect curves, fully naked. He knew every mole, every stretch mark, every precious scar on her body.

  And he was the only man who got to enjoy her.

  His cock thickened, painfully hard and straining for freedom against his jeans. He had to swallow before he could speak. “Put the towel down on the floor in the corner.”

  He’d originally planned to take her into the playroom, but there were already several people playing there. At least in the corner she’d be shielded a little bit from the rest of the partygoers.

  She laid the towel down on the floor.

  “Sit on the towel, facing the corner, but not all the way in the corner.”

  She smiled and did it, looking up at him for confirmation.

  He leaned in, grabbed a firm fistful of her hair, and pulled her head back as he kissed her.

  “You are getting fucked so hard later,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Why not just have me give you a blowjob right here, Sir?”

  Holy…fuck! If she kept talking like that, he’d come in his jeans and make the point irrelevant.

  “Not a bad idea, sweetheart.”

  He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and then listened while Rob told him what to do with the rope, how to wrap it to accentuate her breasts, how to bind her arms crossed in front of her so as not to stress her shoulders.

  Mike kept checking in with her throughout the process. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

  “Supergreen,” she’d say in a sweet little singsong voice that sounded a tad on the subspacey side.

  Between her legs, on the towel, a wet spot was growing larger.

  Note to self, bring at least two towels next time.

  When he had the chest harness finished and her arms were securely bound to her, Mike sat behind her with her cradled against his chest. “Guess what happens now?” he asked her.

  She laid her head back against his shoulder. “Whatever Sir wants to happen.”

  He held the head of the Hitachi up to her lips. “Kiss it.”

  She pursed her lips and kissed it.

  Then he switched it on and pressed it between her legs.

  She let out a squeal, her back arching against his. He wrapped his free arm around her and started playing with her nipples. “You can take it,” he said. “This doesn’t hurt.”

  Her long, low moan rumbled through him. He nipped the side of her neck as her hips involuntarily started flexing, humping the vibrator as she rolled through one orgasm after another.

  She was…gone. He didn’t know where, but it looked very similar to wherever it was Shayla had gone that evening when Tony had demonstrated forced orgasm torture on her.

  He liked that he could take her there.

  * * * *

  Jenny couldn’t believe this was happening, and prayed Mike didn’t have a sudden freak-out and stop.

  She didn’t care what he did, as long as he didn’t let anyone else touch her. She’d let him do anything to her in the privacy of Tony and Shayla’s home. They were safe there, amongst people who probably thought they were quite tame compared to others.

  And damn, why the hell hadn’t they bought a Hitachi before now?

  Holy fuck!

  Her brain sank even farther into that blissful realm she’d been finding lately when Mike took over in the bedroom. Hard and deep, and she suspected it was subspace.

  With the rope binding her, squeezing her breasts between the coils, Mike’s strong arm around her and holding her in place, she could do nothing but ride every wave of pleasure that passed through her.

  “Such a good girl you are for me,” he whispered in her ear.

  That did it. A deeper, even more powerful climax roared through her, taking her breath away. It scared her a little with its intensity, but she rode that fine edge between wanting him to stop and never wanting it to end.

  When at one point she tried to close her legs, he said, “Keep them open for me. Be my good girl.”

  She whimpered, but complied. Hell, if he’d keep saying that, she’d do anything for him.

  She wished she could convey that feeling to him, implant it directly into his brain, show him how good it felt, how much she wanted it.

  How she needed it. Craved it.

  * * * *

  Behind Mike, the room and other partygoers faded away from his conscious. His whole focus lay there in his arms, deliciously squirming against him.

  His beautiful, gorgeous goddess. His reason for being.

  This wasn’t harming her. This wasn’t even hurting her. She was obviously enjoying it. From the way his cock strained in his jeans, he knew he was enjoying it.

  It was damn sure a hell of a lot of fun.

  He wished he could show her through his eyes how beautiful she looked
to him right now. That he got it. That he’d never breach her trust, or take it for granted. That if she was happy to settle for this as the limit of his domination of her, he’d gladly do it. Maybe even push his own comfort zone a little more.

  He suspected as he got more involved learning ropework that it would keep both of them plenty busy. Too busy to worry about other activities.

  This was something he could gladly pass on to his son.

  Well, not this, but the overall idea. That if he met someone he loved with all his heart and soul, he might have to be willing to push some uncomfortable boundaries to make them happy.

  And he might just find a new happiness for himself in the process.

  He nipped the side of her neck again. “So beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I am luckiest man in the world to own you.”

  Another moan rippled through her, and he wondered if it had been triggered by his words. She’d brought up collaring ceremonies a few times but nothing in great detail.

  But in that moment, he had an idea and knew exactly what he wanted to do. And he could make it happen the next weekend.

  After about ten minutes, he turned off the vibrator. She collapsed in his arms, panting, her skin covered by a fine sheen of sweat.

  He wrapped both arms around her. “How was that?”

  She nodded.

  He removed the blindfold and stared into her green eyes, cradling her cheek with his hand. “Talk to me.”

  She nodded a little harder. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Oh, you’re so cute. You think you’re done.”

  She laughed. “Just one more?”

  “Sort of.”

  He reached over and grabbed her robe, draping it over her before helping her stand. He quickly gathered their things and led her to the guest bathroom, locking them in. There, still bound, he bent her over the counter, freed his cock from his jeans, and slammed home into her pussy.

  Their gazes met in the mirror. “This one’s for me, sweetheart.”

  She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  He fucked her hard and fast, knowing she likely wouldn’t get over but not caring at that point. He knew he’d satisfied her already. After taking one final thrust and emptying his balls inside her, he stood there for a moment, stroking her back, rope and all.

  “Don’t you dare get rid of that dress,” he said. “That is an order.”

  She giggled. “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Next Saturday, they met everyone at Sigalo’s for dinner. Mike had gone shopping with Jenny that week and found a slinky little black dress he loved on her.

  And made her buy a size smaller than she would have.

  It looked perfect on her, her nipples standing out against the fabric since he’d forbidden her to wear a bra with it.

  And it was just street legal enough that she wouldn’t draw too much attention wearing it without a bra.

  Or without panties.

  He’d had a difficult time not letting the cat out of the bag all week. He’d solicited Tony and Shayla for advice on where to get what he wanted, and they would shortly help him carry out his plan at the club. All through dinner, all he could think about was his plans.

  When they arrived at the club, Mike grabbed their toybag and walked around the passenger side to open her car door for her.

  That was a new rule. When they were going to a fetish event, she did not open her own car door. She waited for him to do it.

  Maybe at some point in the future they might have more protocols, but for now, she seemed happy enough with the few they did have.

  And that was all he cared about.

  After they took care of their entry fee and walked through the inner door, he squeezed her hand. “I have a little surprise for you.”

  “What?”

  He led her over to the far corner, where their close band of friends were gathered around a bench. Shayla and Tony, Loren and Ross, Tilly, Landry, and Cris, Rob and Laura, and a couple of others.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  Mike pointed at the ground and snapped his fingers. Without hesitation, she sank to her knees.

  Okay, that is really hot.

  He guessed that since she’d so readily taken to the cue meant she was okay with it. She’d never safeworded for it.

  Hell, she hadn’t safeworded for anything yet.

  He never wanted to make her safeword.

  He pulled a box out of his pocket, one he’d hidden from her. A jeweler’s box.

  Now if she shot him down at this point, he’d feel really stupid. He hoped he’d guessed right.

  He opened it, showing her the stainless steel ankle bracelet inside and its small, matching tag with his initial engraved on it. It wasn’t an expensive piece of jewelry, but he’d wanted something that would hold up. She couldn’t wear a lot of jewelry at work, and he didn’t want her to have to explain a new one to Mikey, who would likely notice.

  She had several ankle bracelets she wore, rotating through them. This would simply be one more.

  One with a tag with his initials.

  “We had a big wedding twenty-five years ago,” he said. “If you want me to be your Owner, then I guess that means I should get to pick how I want to do this. Right?”

  She nodded, hard and fast, already looking close to tears.

  Happy ones, he hoped.

  “Okay then. So, if you want me to really be your Owner or your Dominant, or whatever you want me to be, then I’m going to call the shots. You’ll wear this as your day collar. We’ll look around until I find a play collar I like, but you can wear this all the time, even in the shower. You can wear it at work, too, right?”

  She nodded again, her eyes looking a little too bright. Like tears were imminent.

  “But you have to ask me right now if you can wear it, and you have to promise me that if you ever have a problem with what we’re doing, you will immediately tell me so we can change it. Our marriage comes first. Nothing else matters. But if this makes you happy, and you’re having fun, then I have no problem with it.”

  “But are you happy and having fun?”

  He smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed it over the front of the hard bulge in his jeans. “What do you think?”

  * * * *

  Jenny thought she wished the club allowed sex so she could suck her husband off right there. “Yes, Sir. I want to wear it, and I promise I’ll talk to you if I ever have a problem or need to change what we’re doing.”

  He removed the ankle bracelet from the box and handed the box off to Tony. “Then consider yourself collared—”

  “Ooh! Cuffed and collared!” someone called out from just outside their tightly knit circle.

  Tilly instantly looked enraged, even though several others who’d heard the man, including Tony and Shayla, were laughing.

  “Gilo!” Tilly yelled. “You goddamned little fucker! Isn’t anything sacred to you?” She tore off across the space after him as he darted out of her reach.

  Shayla giggled. “Sorry. Gilo’s a SAM.”

  “A what?” Jenny asked.

  “Smart-assed masochist,” Tony said. “He likes getting Tilly pissed off at him because then she’ll beat the snot out of him. He’s also a bratty attention whore, and now it’s sort of a running gag around here that if he shows up at a collaring, he’s going to say something to egg her into going after him.”

  “He’s a running gag, all right,” Cris said. “He needs a damn gag. Actually, he needs a damn owner. Hey, she looks really pissed. I think she’s going to seriously pound him this time.”

  “Consider yourself officially members of the family, so to speak,” Tony joked. “You’ve received the Gilo treatment.”

  Landry frowned. “Eh, Cris, go rescue the idiot from our sweet, sadistic lady, will you please? I don’t want to have to come up with bail money on a Saturday night.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cris set off after them.

  Jenny couldn’t hol
d back her laughter any longer. She looked up into Mike’s face, glad to see he found the events amusing, too.

  “Where was I?” he asked.

  “You said I should consider myself collared, Sir,” she helpfully offered.

  “Oh, yeah.” He had her stand up and he knelt to attach the bracelet to her right ankle. Then he straightened and kissed her. “Now get your beautiful ass naked,” he said. “I have a Hitachi that’s eager to see some use, and a couple of lonely coils of rope.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She stripped, patiently waiting while he got his things ready. From across the room, she heard Tilly yelling at Cris as he bodily dragged her away from Gilo, who was now writhing on the floor. Cris finally lifted her off her feet and carried her back to them.

  “He all right?” Landry asked.

  “Yeah. He’s fine. She just kicked him in the balls a couple of times.”

  Jenny glanced at Tilly’s wicked stiletto heels. She must have made a face, because Landry laughed. “Don’t worry, he enjoys CBT. Tilly probably made his whole night for him. She lets him get to her and it gives him exactly the kind of attention he wants.”

  “Why the hell won’t you let me beat him up?” Tilly angrily demanded. “He obviously wants it.”

  “Ah, remember, love,” Landry said. “A masochist screams, ‘Beat me!’ and a sadist quietly says, ‘No.’”

  Jenny laughed again as Tilly scrunched up her face. “You and your damned logic. Cris, put me down.”

  “Only if you promise not to go after Gilo again,” Landry admonished.

  She huffed. “Fine.”

  Cris set her down on her feet after giving her a kiss that, to Jenny’s eye, seemed to quiet her friend a little and pulled at least some of her attention from where a moaning Gilo was still curled in a fetal position on the floor.

  Mike spread a towel out on the bench for Jenny and patted it. “Up you go.”

  Her mind immediately focused on him. The others unobtrusively drifted back a little, giving them space but also blocking people from getting too close as Mike quickly bound her to the bench under Tony’s watchful eye. She knew Mike had a brand-new pair of paramedic scissors tucked in the back pocket of his jeans.