by Della Cain
Chapter Thirteen
Ryder
Daniel snatched my hand and took me to what I soon discovered was Danny’s room. It was everything I imagined a nursery to be, only the furniture was on a much larger scale. They even had a changing table and toys—so many toys.
“Wow!” I said a little bit too loudly. “Do you sleep in here every night?”
“No. I nap here sometimes, and on rare occasions I sleep here, but those are usually times when naps grow into overnights—when I’ve hit exhaustion levels.”
I walked over to the crib or almost crib. It had only three sides. “Did your daddy make this for you?” It was stunning craftsmanship.
“No. We had it made. Does this freak you out at all?” he asked, his voice quaking slightly.
“No. It—your daddy loves you.” There was so much more than that. The room showed such commitment to their relationship. I’d never had that—not with anyone.
“He does.” Danny walked over to the changing table and pulled a basket from the shelves. “You were asking before…” He held up a diaper, only it wasn’t like any I’d ever seen. It was cloth and had a train on the bum. “If I wore this during a spanking, I wouldn’t really feel it.”
“So you wear pretend diapers?” Which was fine. I just was trying to figure it all out.
“No. These are the new cloth ones, only sized for adults. Daddy has them custom made for me.” He held it out, and I took it, surprised how not gross or weird it felt to do so.
“This is—soft.”
“It is.” He took it back from me and put it on the changing table then gave me a quick tour of the room.
“We can play with my toys later, if you want. Do pups like toys?” he asked as if it just occurred to him.
“I’m not sure if I want to as a pup. I mean I see myself as more of a lazy pup. But I don’t really know. Things kind of fell into place at the club. So, I haven’t figured it all out yet.” And goodness knows I’d tried.
“That works since I have no idea how to be a master,” Luke leaned on the doorframe, his ankles crossed. The man was a ninja, his words settling me instead of making me apprehensive. Had any of the doms or dommes I did rope scenes with ever told me they had no idea what they were doing, it would have had the opposite effect. Interesting.
“Six. No, seven.” He looked pointedly at Daniel. “We were to show him this room later, and only if the timing was right. You could have scared him away.”
“Nope. He wants to stay.” Yeah, twenty was a low-ball estimate for the evening. Luke held up eight fingers. Still worth it.
“What do you think, or do you need to be out of this room before you can concentrate?”
I opted for out of the room for no other reason than I needed to figure out how not to blurt out where I thought my dog bed should go. This was not my house or my master, but that room somehow felt like home. Maybe it was the way it was open to allowing Danny to be himself, or maybe it was the love it took to create it, or maybe it was my stupid disobedient cock pounding at my zipper to be set free that was influencing the feeling.
But I feel it, I did.
All I had to do was not mess things up.
“Sounds good,” I replied, unsure if it had been rhetorical or not. Thankfully, it had not been.
“I made tea. It is on the coffee table in front of where I told you two to be.”
And just like that, I got scolded. At least he didn’t number me. Or maybe he should have. Maybe not numbering me meant I didn’t quite fit in yet.
A hand settled on my shoulder. “Don’t stay in your head like that. I see why you want to be a pup.” Luke gave me a squeeze and then let go long enough to pat me on the ass. “Now, let’s go before our tea is cold.”
In the living room, I stopped, unsure where to sit. It was odd given I made literal life or death decisions almost daily.
“Sit by me.” Daniel took my hand tentatively, and I beamed at him.
“Thanks.” He led us to the couch where we sat together, Luke across from us on the armchair.
“Since you two feel like you can follow your own agenda, pray tell, what is next?” He came across as far more amused than upset. Daddies were so much different than doms—at least, this one was.
“He asked about my diaper. What did you want me to do?”
“He’s going to say ten,” I warned.
“I know.” He winked back at me.
“I can hear you both, and just for that, twelve and two.”
“Fourteen? That was not worth four. If I wanted four I’d have done something really naughty.” Daniel folded his arms and pouted.
“I think the two was for me.”
Luke gave a single nod, and I was ready to beg him to change the rules for the evening. He wouldn’t. Doms never changed rules. Except he was a daddy. Ugg. I needed to figure things out.
“Three.”
“What did he do?” Daniel, my protector or maybe my partner in crime. Possibly both.
“I told him to get out of his head.” Crap. He had. “Now, pup, tell me what you were thinking about.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, which in turn had me ready to spill all my thoughts.
“I was wondering if you were willing to change the sex and play rules or if daddies were like other doms, and that was out of the question,” I explained or attempted to anyway. Playing it back in my head, I wasn’t sure if it had been entirely word salad.
“Daddy never changes rules unless it isn’t an important rule.” Daniel bounced on the couch and then turned to face me. “One time the rule was I couldn’t suck on my thumb but he said I could only suck on my binkie and boom—that rule was changed quickly.”
Great. Now I was rock hard again.
“Do you do that…as Danny?” I still didn’t fully get the little thing.
“Define tha—”
“Daniel.” Luke scolded and then softened his tone as he addressed me. “More often than not, when Daniel is little, is Danny, it is an escape. In that time, I am his caretaker—he gives me all the decisions so he doesn’t need to worry about them.”
“Like a pup.” Or how I saw being a pup at least.
“I was thinking about that. It seems like there are a lot of similarities between the two roles—Daddy and Master—depending what you are looking for in playmates.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his face relaxing in his hands. “But yes, sometimes my boy needs a release, and I help him with that. Do pups like that, too?”
Did they?
“The only time I was ever a pup with anyone was with you guys, and I was too tired to think about that.”
“But?” Luke encouraged me to go on.
“But when I went home, I thought about you petting me other places when I—” My face was burning. It was one thing to talk about thoughts and desires in a committed relationship or in a prearranged scene—this? This was somehow more intimate. I cared what they thought, probably too much.
“You masturbated.” He wasn’t asking. “Have you done that since? Masturbating to thoughts of us?”
“Yes.”
“I did, too!” Danny squealed. “I was thinking about you, and you were asleep at the foot of my bed and—”
“Don’t make me whip out a fifteen.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It makes me feel better.” A lot. Knowing I wasn’t the only one with these feelings made sharing them not so blush inducing.
“You may finish your answer.” He closed his eyes after about ten seconds of silence and shook his head, lips twitching. “The answer to if you have masturbated to thoughts of us since that first night.”
“Oh. Yeah. Umm yes I did. Did you want details?”
“Yes!” squealed Daniel.
“Thirteen, Daniel. And yes, Ryder, I would.”
“Usually it is the same thing. We are in a house—the way I imagined yours. It will change now since I’ve seen yours. But anyway…” I inhaled deeply and released it slowly. “I thin
k about you petting me, and I have on a hood and mitts and a tail, the kind you insert, not the belt kind. And you keep telling me I’m a good boy—your good boy—and then the petting is no longer on my back, it is my cock. Daniel is watching us, only he is Danny and wearing a rainbow onesie with those mittens babies where that have rattles in them. Do you know what I mean?”
“I do. Continue.”
“So you are petting me—my cock—and Danny is all squirmy and pressing against his front with his mittens, so I keep hearing him, and he looks this odd combination of arousing and mischievous ,and he keeps distracting me from what you are doing, and you get flustered or playful, I never quite know for sure, and you twist my tail, pressing it against my prostate.”
“And then what happens?” Daniel groaned.
“Then I come all over myself, and my imagination ends.” I focused on Luke. “Was that too—too forward?”
“That was beautifully perfect.” He stood up, the bulge in his pants backing up his words in a sensual way, and that filled me with pride. I thought—no, I hoped he was coming my way, but instead he walked to a closet and pulled down a brown cardboard box.
“Do you have gear?” he asked, sitting down with the box at his feet.
“I brought some, yes.” I got up and grabbed my bag. “It just came. It’s a beginner set, so I’m not sure what if any of it I like yet.”
“Let me see.” I took out the hood and mitts, leaving the tail for later. Somehow it felt more personal.
“I see.” He looked at it carefully then handed it to Daniel. “What do you think?”
“I think a good pup deserves something nicer.” He handed it right back, his eyes on the box.
No way. They didn’t.
“Agreed.” Luke reached down and handed me the box. “These are for you, and only for you. If you want to take them and go—that’s perfectly fine. There are no strings attached. If you want to leave them here—that’s fine, too. If you want to burn them—please don’t. It will be smelly.”
A joke. A joke to hide nerves or was he secretly funny. Gods I wanted to find out.
I slowly opened the box and pulled out the softest leather hood and mitts. “Wow. This is—this is—”
“You. This is you.” Daniel filled in for me. “I saw it, and you had to have it. I like the polka dots best.”
I opened it up and looked at it from all angles, eventually slipping it over my head.
“It’s everything.” The weight of it, the way it moved as I did, the scent of the leather—all of it was more than I ever dared dream. “You ordered this for me?”
“Daniel can be pretty persuasive.”
I took off the hood and looked in the rest of the box. There were kneepads and two kinds of tails and a collar. It was by far the most thoughtful gift I’d ever received.
“What if we didn’t connect again, like in the club?” It had been a real fear of mine since before I grew the balls to talk to Marion, and they trusted things enough to buy me gear and not just gear—amazing gear.
“A master knows these things.” Luke stood up. “It is getting late, and Daniel is about to rub one out with you on the couch despite his impending consequences, so I think I need to call it a night before rules get thrown out the window too soon.”
“Yes, Daddy. Let’s do that.” Daniel was bouncing again. This time he didn’t get a number—he got the look, and even I wanted to apologize.
“I will call you tomorrow to make arrangements for us to play or talk, whatever feels right after a good night’s sleep.” I picked up my bag and the box, not wanting the night to be over, but knowing Luke was right.
We headed for the door, and I gave them both hugs before Luke walked me to my car and bid me good night, waiting at the door for me to drive off. So I did, making it two whole blocks until I was so compelled to turn around that I just did. Consequences be damned. I pulled up in front of the house and parked the car, leaving all my gear in it. This wasn’t about being a pup or a boy or a daddy or even a master—this was about three men with a longing, one that could be sated easily enough.
I walked up the stairs and rang the bell just as I heard Daniel bark out “Six.” Maybe I had made a mistake.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
The doorbell rang as I had my hand lifted to administer spank number seven. We froze, both knowing who it had to be. At least, I knew. But Daniel leapt off my lap and stood in front of me, poised to run for the door.
“Let him in,” I said, not sure what I’d do beyond that. If Ryder came back, he had a reason, and one we would have to consider accommodating. “Just pull up your pants first.” It wouldn’t matter for long, but no point in a neighbor seeing him naked and I was fairly sure at least one of their cameras pointed at our door. Despite our requests they not. Nosy gossips would probably love to speculate on our comings and goings.
Then they were hugging and Daniel was leading Ryder over to the couch where I sat. “He came back!” he crowed, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“Ryder, did you forget something?” I asked, although I knew he hadn’t. I just wanted him to have an out if he got cold feet.
“I-no.” He ducked his head, cheeks heating. “I just—I felt like I couldn’t go yet.”
“Come here, then.” I patted the cushion on the other side of me. “And, Daniel, on his other side.” I had a vague idea that we could cuddle a bit and then send him on his way, but as soon as we were lined up, Ryder’s hand fell in my lap. I hid a grin at his speed. Probably didn’t want to chicken out. I placed my hand on top of his. “So that’s how it is, then?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He sounded so diffident. As if he was afraid we wouldn’t want him. The stiffy he palmed gave him physical information, but I needed to back that up with words. I’d always been big on words. “Is it okay?”
“I’m in,” crowed Daniel then slapped a hand over his mouth. I almost gave him a count but with Ryder’s hand on my cock, my brain was having math issues. He’d had…fifteen? Then I gave him…oh hell. For the first time in our relationship, I had no idea. So I settled for a warning look followed by a nod.
“Okay, I have a feeling nobody is going to sleep tonight if we don’t do something about this, so how about we agree to hands only, this time?” I wasn’t being very Daddy in suggesting, and it earned me two questioning looks. “I mean, here is the rule. Hands only, tonight.”
“Agreed,” they chorused, and I led the way by moving Ryder’s hand away long enough to open my pants. Ryder and Daniel followed suit and we were a row of bobbing dicks waiting for a hand.
I chuckled at the thought then stuffed that when Ryder’s fist closed around my dick. His hand was warm, almost hot, and his touch very different from my husband’s. Trying not to dwell on that, I reached for his, encountering Daniel’s hand already there. And that felt so right. Ryder was already reaching for Daniel’s lap, and as if we’d done it a hundred times, we went to town, stroking, squeezing, and pumping, driving each other to the ultimate in so few minutes, we could have been teenagers. Fountains of creamy cum covered all our laps and we sagged back in the seats, sighing in relief.
Then the laughter I’d suppressed rose up again. I pressed a kiss to Ryder’s lips and reached over to draw Daniel in for one of his own. “Gentlemen, it’s time to call this evening to a close, so we can reflect on everything and decide where to go from here.”
But there was a lot more kissing before we tucked Ryder into his car for the trip home and then Daniel and I strolled arm in arm back inside. A lot…but not nearly enough.
Chapter Fifteen
Danny
“Playdate time!” I bounded out of bed like it was Christmas morning, and in a way it felt like it. We had talked, video chatted, and texted Ryder quite a few times over the past two weeks, his schedule not conducive to for getting together. The stolen bits of time were great—but I longed for more.
And today was the day I got it. Ryder had the entire day off, and he was sp
ending it with us. Or rather, Beau was spending it with us.
“Calm down, it’s still early.” Luke sat up, stretching his arms over his head. “He will be here at noon, which is what, five hours from now?” He squinted at our alarm clock.
“If we have a bath and waffles and play—it will be here soon.” I bounced up and down, my energy flowing. I’d had playdates before. Jimmy and his daddy came over sometimes. And they were fun and I loved them, but this one was different and not just because he was a pup. He felt more. So much more.
And I knew Daddy felt it, too, even if he didn’t say so.
“Is that your way of telling me to get up?” He rubbed his eyes.
“Pleaaaaase, Daddy?”
“I can never say no to you, sweet boy.” He ruffled my hair. It was a lie. He said no to me plenty. He gave me what I needed, and sometimes that didn’t coincide with what I wanted—like cauliflower. Yuck.
“Let me go run you a bath.” He kissed my cheek as he climbed out of bed and padded into the bedroom.
I scampered off to my nursery and grabbed my clothes from my crib. Daddy and I had picked them out after dinner. I wanted to look good for Beau. I’d chosen my Daddy’s Boy onesie and bright-blue shorts with my socks that had puppies on them. Sitting beside them were a pair of mittens Daddy had made with puppies on them and rattles built inside them.
I wasn’t allowed to wear them, though, or my rainbow onesie. He said they could be sitting out for Beau to see we were interested in what his wants and needs were, but we were not to pressure him. Not on the first day. I told Daddy it wouldn’t pressure him, but they were going to sit there on m*y bed because timeout when you have company is not fun. I should know.
“Danny, your tub is ready,” Daddy called from the bathroom door, and I ran to him, depositing the clothes on our bed along the way. He laughed and laughed at my exuberance.
“You already did your morning business, yes?” I had after watching Daddy for over an hour, waiting for him to wake up. We had a rule. No waking Daddy before seven a.m. Given I was usually the last one up, that worked for me. Today? Today was different, and I wanted him up two hours ago.
