A Roll of the Dice [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  “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.

  As she hung there, the spotter looking on, the man picked up a battery operated vibrator and started using it on her over her panties. Before long, she was crying out in pleasure as she came.

  Jenny held on to Mike’s arm, clinging to him much the way she had while watching Tony and Shayla’s scene.

  Other than the bondage aspect of it, Mike saw nothing even remotely sadistic about what the rigger had done to his partner.

  Behind them, a loud smack startled him. He turned and spotted Tilly and Landry working Cris over on a bench. The man was blindfolded and bound, naked, to the bench. Tilly held a large wooden paddle in her hand, and Landry held what looked like a rattan cane.

  “Ah, there’s the lovebirds,” Tony said with a teasing tone.

  Mike tried not to think about what Rusty had confided in him as he watched the husband and wife beat their partner. The man’s ass and thighs grew red from the increasingly hard strokes until, finally, they finished their scene.

  As they unbound him, Landry helped the man sit up and hugged him against his chest much the way Tony had with Shayla at their home.

  The two were obviously talking, but between the music and at that distance, it was impossible to hear what was being said.

  Then Landry wrapped a blanket around the other man while Tilly wiped down the bench and packed their equipment.

  Tony leaned in close to Mike. “Keep in mind,” he said, “those three are really heavy players. Not just the deep end of the pool, but more like the ocean’s depths. Don’t let what you see them do scare you or make you think you have to emulate them, because you don’t. This is your life, and you pick your speed.”

  Mike numbly nodded.

  Unfortunately, watching their impact scene had left him with a sour taste in his mouth that wouldn’t go away.

  By the time they finally headed home a little before midnight, they’d seen at least ten different scenes, ranging from rope bondage—which they were told was called shibari—to a hard-core impact scene that made Landry and Tilly’s scene with Cris look tame.

  Tony had also played show-and-tell with his implement bag, explaining the various things and letting them handle them. Mike admitted the soft suede floggers were closer to his speed, especially when Tony demonstrated how they felt thuddy and delivered no pain. Like a massage, actually.

  They even let Mike try them on Jenny, who wore a huge beaming smile.

  All the way home, she chattered nonstop about everything they’d seen, what she’d liked, what she’d like to try. While Mike felt relieved none of her desires included the heavier stuff they’d witnessed, he still felt nervous.

  Even after she’d jumped him after they walked through the door and practically tackled him onto their bed.

  He couldn’t get the sound of one woman’s gut-wrenching sobs out of his mind. Even though Shayla had explained to him that that particular couple used BDSM for the woman to have cathartic, emotional releases she couldn’t otherwise have, it reminded him far too much of his mom.

  And he knew for damn sure he never wanted to make those particular sounds come out of his wife’s mouth.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jenny felt like she was on cloud nine Sunday morning. She rolled over on top of Mike and kissed him. “Good morning, Sir.”

  He peeled an eye open. “Sir?”

  “Can I call you that?”

  She could tell he wasn’t awake yet. He just nodded and closed his eyes again.

  She sat up and pulled the sheet down, finding his cock and sucking it into her mouth.

  It took a couple of minutes, but then it started inflating and his hips started rocking in time with her motions. When his hands settled on her head, tangling in her hair, she felt her pussy get wet all over again, her clit throbbing.

  All night long she dreamed of them having a full-on D/s relationship. She’d awoken horny and ready to play.

  And with no kid in the house, they could play all day, if they wanted.

  He finally grabbed hold of her hair more firmly, started taking control, fucking her mouth instead of just receiving a blow job. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

  She moaned around his cock, wanting more, wanting that. Maybe it was a stupid little thing, but something about it just melted her.

  After a few minutes he came, filling her mouth with his cum but not withdrawing, even after he went soft.

  She waited, patient, willing to lie there all day long, if that was what he wanted.

  “I’m sensing you want to play around today,” he finally said.

  “Mmm hmm!”

  He patted the top of her head. “Okay. Go make our coffee. Naked.”

  She scrambled off the bed, nearly getting tangled in the sheets in her rush to the bedroom door.

  * * * *

  Torn, Mike watched as Jenny ran from the room. That was the fastest he’d seen her move, other than if working out, in…ever.

  He didn’t want to do this all the time. Hell, they couldn’t do this all the time. Not with their jobs.

  Maybe if he could do this for her a couple of Sundays a month, drop little things in here and there on other nights when they both weren’t too tired after work, maybe he could do that.

  He couldn’t do what they’d seen at the club the night before. Not the impact play.

  Yes, a light swat on the ass, sure.

  Heavy pain?

  Nope.

  Now that he was awake he headed into the bathroom to empty his bladder and clean up a little. A few minutes later, Jenny came in with his coffee. After she set it down on the counter for him, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in for a long kiss that left her whimpering.

  He tilted her head so he could press his lips against her ear. “Thank you,” he whispered before nipping her earlobe.

  There was that adorable whimper again.

  He slid one hand between her legs and slipped two fingers in. Yes, they’d fallen asleep right after making love last night. But she was really wet, even her thighs were damp from her juices.

  He slowly finger-fucked her, using his other hand in her hair to keep her head tipped back. “Did sucking my cock make you horny, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He withdrew his hand from her pussy and touched his fingers to her lips. “Open.”

  She did, and he made her suck his fingers clean. Then he leaned in and kissed her. He wasn’t squeamish about tasting himself there, too. Hell, she swallowed. He went down on her. Add in swapping spit, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t already exchanged gallons of DNA over the years.

  “Use the bathroom and freshen up, sweetheart, and meet me in the bedroom.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He let go of her hair. When she turned to walk over to the toilet, he lightly slapped her on her ass.

  She cast him a heart-melting grin over her shoulder.

  That got his cock stirring again.

  Okay, so maybe I can do this.

  Especially if it meant getting that look from her.

  * * * *

  Jenny didn’t know what her husband had in mind, but she hoped it involved more play. She wouldn’t complain that he hadn’t gotten her off yet, because for starters, what he’d done was hotter than holy fuck, and secondly, she wanted to see this through. To see where he’d take it.

  She knew that look of his all too well. He had something playful on his mind.

  Hopefully something playfully evil in the good way.

  By the time she’d finished cleaning up and emerged from the bathroom, she nearly burst into happy tears when she saw he’d taken four of her scarves and tied them to the four corners of their
bed. He grabbed her and kissed her, his cock stirring against her hip. “Go get in bed and spread ’em wide, baby.”

  Eagerly, she did, not even caring what he wanted to do past this point.

  This, his voice, everything. This.

  This.

  Exactly what she’d wanted from him.

  He quickly tied her up. She knew she could wiggle free if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to. What was the fun in that? What was the point in that?

  He used one more scarf to blindfold her. Then he disappeared for a moment. She heard music come on, then felt the end of the bed dip as he knelt between her legs.

  “Okay, sweetheart. You know the rules. I don’t stop unless you safeword, right?”

  She nodded.

  She jumped when he lightly pinched her right nipple. “What was that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  She felt his breath, warm against her clit. Then his tongue flicked at her swollen nub, making her moan.

  That was the last conscious thought she had for…a while. He kept her coming and coming, through multiple orgasms, until they started blending in one after another. He also periodically reached up and tugged and pinched her nipples, adding a sweet bite to the pleasure.

  If I died right now, it’d be perfect. I’d die happy.

  Not that she wanted to die, but still.

  * * * *

  Okay, this I can live with.

  Mike had planned on keeping her tied up for about an hour, going down on her, making her come.

  He wasn’t sure his now-rigid cock could wait that long, but he’d try. The sounds of her cries as he ate her out, combined with the feel of his cock rubbing against the bed, had him close to exploding again.

  Who needs Viagra?

  Finally, he couldn’t handle it any longer. He rose up onto his arms and slid his cock home inside her, deep and hard. He loved the gasp that escaped her, knowing from the way her pussy walls fluttered around his cock that she’d just had one more little orgasm from that.

  He fucked her, hard and fast. “I’m going to come, and then I’m going to go down on you some more. I’m not done making you come yet, baby. I’m going to lick that sweet clit of yours until you’re begging me for mercy.” He leaned in and sucked on her left nipple, then her right, nipping with just a little bit of teeth to make her cry out in pleasure.

  Yeah, if this was a flavor of BDSM she could live with, he could live with it, too.

  Easily.

  He reached down and smacked the outside of her thigh. “Who’s my good girl?”

  “Me, Sir!”

  He smacked her other thigh. “Who loves to get her brains fucked out?”

  “Me, Sir!”

  “Who—”

  He heard the front door slam. “Mom? Dad?” Mikey called out.

  “Shit!” His cock wilted as he pulled out and bolted for their bedroom door, slamming it shut before their son could walk down the hall and see them.

  He snapped the lock before calling out, “Hey, we’ll be out in a minute. What are you doing home?” He grabbed a pair of running shorts off the top of the pile in the hamper and pulled them on.

  Now Jenny had her head up and was rubbing the scarf against her arm and pulling it down around her neck.

  “My roommate’s friend, Jim, wanted to come down and visit some friends. I caught a ride with him so I could grab a couple of things.” It sounded like was right outside their door. “What are you guys doing?”

  “Nothing. Just a minute.”

  He raced over the bed and fumbled at the knots he’d made in the scarves. He finally got her free and she jumped out of bed. “Hey, honey!” she called. “We’ll be right out.” They furiously untied the scarves from the bed and she tossed them into the hamper while he grabbed a T-shirt and shorts for her.

  He started to unlock the door when he realized she still had the scarf around her neck. He grabbed that and then opened the door.

  Mikey stood there, a confused look on his face.

  “Hey, can I have a soda?” someone called from the kitchen.

  “Sure,” Mikey called back.

  “Uh, who is that?” Mike asked.

  “I told you, I caught a ride with Jim.”

  “We didn’t know you were coming home today, honey,” Jenny said.

  “Sorry. I forgot to charge my cell phone last night and I didn’t realize it was dead until we were on the way. That’s one of the things I wanted to grab, my charger pack.” His brow furrowed. “Were you guys having sex?”

  Jenny pushed past Mike and turned Mikey down the hall and gave him a gentle shove. “You go find your charger thingy and we’ll go meet your friend. Have you eaten yet? I can make you brunch.”

  “Thanks, Mom. That’d be great.”

  She sent Mike an apologetic glance as she hurried out toward the kitchen.

  Mike closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the doorway.

  Fuck.

  What if they’d come in and heard the things he was saying to her? Hell, heard how he had slapped her on the legs? How the hell would he explain to his son that he was hitting his mother, and that it was okay?

  He couldn’t. And as a wave of sick guilt washed over him, he realized he was an idiot for ever thinking this could be okay. Ever.

  He bolted for the master bathroom, locking the door behind him and just making the toilet before he puked up his morning coffee.

  * * * *

  Shit shit shit!

  Hell, it figured their child could still manage to screw up their sex life, even when he didn’t live there full-time. Even as a child, when they’d think he was deep asleep, they could lock their bedroom door, have a first kiss, and then Mikey would bang on their door, wanting a drink or a story or to come get in bed with them because a zombie monster tried to eat his brain.

  Like goddamned radar.

  Jenny loved her son, but at that exact moment she wanted to wring his damn neck.

  She felt horrible for Mike, who emerged from their bedroom a few minutes later looking a little pale.

  “Are you all right, honey?”

  He nodded. “I’m going to grab a shower and chill out on the couch. I think I…overdid it in the yard this morning.”

  She tried to catch his eye and he wouldn’t look at her. From the way he was squinting, she suspected one of his migraine headaches was coming on.

  And dammit, she knew it was because of the unplanned interruption. He’d always been really sensitive about that, rarely ever able to get into the swing of things again once they got Mikey back to sleep. And sudden bolts of stress could sometimes trigger a migraine in him.

  Dammit.

  Mikey and his friend ended up staying until dinner. Mike napped on the couch most of that time, but joined them at the table and ate before heading to bed.

  “Is Dad okay?” Mikey asked her as he helped her clean up.

  He was until you showed up. He was fucking great. Literally.

  But she didn’t say that. “He’s been working really hard lately. I think he needs new glasses. I’ve been trying to convince him to see the eye doctor, but you know how stubborn he is.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  She took the plunge. “Um, hey, not that I’m not happy to see you, but next time, please call before you come home. Okay?”

  He frowned. “You guys were having sex, weren’t you?”

  She felt her face redden but with Mikey’s friend sitting right there, she didn’t want to get into it. “Not any of your business, frankly, sweetheart. But you’re an adult and want us to treat you like one, so you need to be courteous and do the same in return.”

  Now it was his turn to redden.

  Good.

  “Yeah, sorry, Mom.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  After she finally got them back on the road, she locked the front door behind them and went in search of Mike. It was only seven, but he was sound asleep.

  So
much for our fun day.

  Dejected, she went to go start a load of laundry.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Monday morning, Mike’s head still hurt when he left for work. He knew he’d have a helluva tension headache, if not a full-on migraine, by the end of the day. On the drive in to work, he’d realized at a stoplight that he’d had his jaw tightly clenched, painfully so.

  How could I have been so stupid?

  Sure, without Mikey around, they’d gotten a little wild, a little crazy.

  That was no excuse. He wasn’t some frat boy screwing around. He was a man with a quarter century of marriage under his belt to a woman he loved.

  A woman who deserved far more than being used or treated like a servant.

  Or a slut.

  He’d spent his whole life swearing he’d never be like his biological father, and there he was, even worse.

  I can’t do this.

  He knew Jenny had a romanticized view of BDSM based on what she’d read in those books. Yes, and what they had now seen in real life. But those people weren’t them.

  Okay, yes, he recognized he needed to step up and be more creative in bed, show her he still loved her, that he still found her desirable. He’d own that. Every bit of it. He’d been so busy, between work and the rest of their everyday stresses, that their love life had been neglected.

  But this…what she wanted to do…wanted him to do…

  I can’t.

  Worse, that some of what they’d done had actually excited him?

  What kind of fucking monster do I have the capability of becoming?

  It wasn’t worth the risk.

  He wasn’t looking forward to having that conversation with her, not when she’d gotten herself so worked up over this, but again, he’d own that. If he’d done a better job in the romance department, she never would have thought things were lacking in the first place.

  But he wasn’t willing to do anything to throw away twenty-five years of marriage with the woman he loved just because something got him hard. He also wasn’t willing to set a bad example for his son.

  She’ll see. This will be for the best. We can move on from here.