Rhymes With Orange

by Tymber Dalton

  “Deal.”

  “Then good night, Sir.”

  “Good night…pet.”

  “Ohh, I like that.”

  “Good.”

  “Oh, uh, another thing.”

  “Yeesss?”

  “Please don’t use the same terms of endearment for us. I think Hunter will probably agree with me there.”

  “That’ll be easy.”

  “Thanks.”

  A few minutes after that call ended, he pulled into his driveway and sat there for a moment.

  This was big. Huge.

  Scary.

  It would be easy to back up, put on the brakes, and stop everything. Reset to just after Bethany left and before he’d met Dani.

  But…he didn’t want to.

  Life was short, and if he could make this work…

  Todd would have told him absolutely no if he thought Hunter couldn’t handle this.

  His phone buzzed with a text from Dani.

  Good night, Sir.

  He smiled and texted her back. Good night, pet.

  He headed inside.

  Chapter Twelve

  Coop played dirty and got a recipe from Mikayla that she guaranteed Dani would love. Despite that, and despite another talk with Hunter last night, face to face, where he assured Coop he meant what he’d said, Coop felt…nervous.

  Hell, he hadn’t felt like this about Bethany.

  Arrgh!

  Dani arrived five minutes early. She carried a small duffel bag and froze at the front door, lifting her nose. “No,” she whispered.

  He smiled. “Yeah.”

  “Miky gave you her Swedish meatball recipe?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That bitch! She won’t even give it to me!”

  He laughed as her grin broke through and she stepped in to hug him. “Hello, Sir.”

  He sighed in a good way. This was what contentment felt like. “Hello, pet.”

  He wasn’t prepared when she rose up on her toes and kissed him, just brushing her lips against his, but still.

  “Please tell me spankings and orgasms are still on the menu for tonight. I’m so fucking horny I can’t see straight.”

  “Yes. I’ll save the teasing and denial for once we’re more comfortable with each other.”

  “Thank god for that.”

  He couldn’t help but be pleased by her reaction to dinner. They ate at his dining room table, which he’d set per Mikayla’s instructions.

  Dani’s gaze narrowed. “She didn’t come over and help you, did she?”

  “No. She took a picture of a place setting and texted it to me.”

  “Of course she did.” She adjusted her knife next to her plate, making sure it and her spoon were exactly parallel to each other and perpendicular to the table’s edge. “Sorry. I know it’s weird that at home or in private I eat a certain way, and out at a restaurant it doesn’t matter as much.”

  “I get it.”

  “You do?”

  He nodded. “Anxiety’s a bitch, so I’m sure OCD is, too. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”

  He wouldn’t let her help him clean up the kitchen this time. He’d already done the worst of the dishes and it took him less than five minutes to rinse the rest and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

  Then he joined her on the sofa. “So…where do you want to start?” he asked.

  “I’d say with the fucking and orgasms, but I know that’s going to wait.”

  “How about instead of defining broad hard and soft limits tonight we talk about what we will do tonight to save time?”

  She nodded. “Deal.”

  “Bare-handed spanking, both of us naked?”

  “Hard to have sex with clothes on.”

  He laughed. “You have sex on the brain.”

  “Let me clarify. It’s been over six months since I’ve had a spanking or orgasms.”

  He froze. “What?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “You never mentioned that.”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “I just assumed you—”

  “I don’t like to masturbate without permission,” she said. “I know that’s a weird thing. Let me clarify. I didn’t feel like masturbating until I met you. Then I figured if things were going to progress, I could wait a little longer.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, not probing, just sweetly testing. “Then how about our current rule for now will be you have permission to masturbate whenever you want, as long as it’s not the day we’re going to be together. Then you have to get permission. And you have to tell me after you do.”

  She seemed to be studying him. “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Dani wanted the orgasms now, dammit.

  She also knew she’d have to earn them.

  Yum!

  “No anal tonight,” he said.

  “Good, because I’m waaay out of practice there.”

  “What position can I safely spank you in?”

  “Over your lap on the couch or bed won’t hurt me. And bare-handed on my ass and the backs of my thighs won’t hurt me, either. Harm,” she corrected. “Won’t harm me.”

  “And sex?”

  “Yes, please!”

  “Positions, pet.”

  “Missionary. Or me on top. Or doggy style. If I’m not restrained, I can position myself. If you want to tie me up, on my back is safe.”

  “Spreader bar while you’re on your back?”

  “Oooh, naughty Dom. Yes, please.” She liked that he wasn’t reprimanding her for her snark. It felt good to be able to be herself and not weigh every word.

  “So what’s in the bag?”

  She showed him. Leather cuffs and collar, along with clean clothes for in the morning.

  “Condoms, yes or no?”

  “Well, we already exchanged test results, and I’m on the pill. So unless you have magic sperm to overcome that and your vasectomy, I’m okay without them.”

  He stood, holding a hand out to her. “Then let’s go play, pet.”

  Her heart hammered in her chest as she took his hand and he led her to the bedroom, carrying the bag for her.

  There, he slowly undressed her before letting her undress him. She felt subspace beckon as he buckled her cuffs and collar on her. She’d bought them for herself a few years earlier, before she’d even met Clayton, so there was no emotional charge to them like that.

  “Hold on,” he said, disappearing for a moment. When he returned, he was grinning as he held the items up.

  A short spreader bar.

  And a Hitachi vibrator.

  “Oh, fuuuck me,” she happily whispered.

  He kept the spanking short and sweet and more of a how-ya-doin’ kind of intro. She could tell he wanted to get to the orgasms as quickly as she did.

  Tonight, she was okay with that. She could feel in his swats to her ass and her thighs that he was holding back, afraid to harm her. His fingers lightly stroked the scar on her upper back.

  “Please don’t let me do anything to make this worse.”

  “Sir, in all honesty, right now you’re making it better.”

  When he finished with the spanking, he rolled her onto her back, clipped her wrist cuffs together with a snap clip, then tied her arms over her head. He clipped the spreader bar into place and withdrew something else from the bedside table.

  A small ball gag.

  “Yes, or no?” he asked.

  “I’m a screamer, so yes.” She opened her mouth wide and he buckled it into place.

  He lifted the Hitachi and smiled. “Ready?”

  She mumbled around the gag. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He pressed it to her clit and stretched out next to her, watching her. “Come.”

  He flipped the switch on, and the world disintegrated around her.

  * * * *

  Yeah, the gag had been a good idea. As the first orgasm hit her, she let out a scream of ecstasy the likes of which had his own cock hard an
d ready to fuck her. With her unable to move away from him, and with the spreader bar keeping her legs open, he held the vibrator in place, only easing up a little to give her a chance to catch her breath before pressing it against her again.

  Ah, forced orgasm play. One of his favorite things.

  He watched her face, her eyes. “Such a good girl for me,” he said. “Very good girl. Coming so hard for me. Poor pet. I promise I’ll keep you well orgasmed.”

  She writhed and moaned, but every time he asked for a color from her, she gasped, “Green,” before he pressed the vibrator against her clit again.

  Finally, after about thirty minutes, he knew he couldn’t take any more. He switched off the vibrator and set it aside as she caught her breath. He wanted to taste her, to fuck her, to make her his.

  Yes, tonight was light and easy, both to give him time to adjust to playing with her, and her time to adjust to him. But it was also so different than play with Hunter. Not better or worse, either. Just…different. A far more sensual level, different kinds of responses.

  Hunter wanted and needed the pain and strict control.

  With Dani, it was more like fine-tuning her to the right frequency and keeping her there.

  Only the labels on the dials were gone, and the frequency kept changing on him.

  Challenge accepted.

  It’d been over a year since he’d played like this with a woman, the deep, intimate contact. Impact play at the club was one thing.

  “Does pet want me to lick her pussy?”

  With Dani’s ankles forced apart by the spreader bar, she bent her legs at the knees and drew them up, leaving her deliciously open and exposed.

  Unable to help himself any longer, he leaned in and swiped his tongue up her clit, swirling it around and down again, into her pussy.

  The deep, needy moan she let out around the ball gag made his iron-hard cock throb.

  He stretched out next to her on the bed, smiling, propped up on one elbow. He reached down with his other hand and played with her clit, teasing her.

  “Such a little exhibitionist my pet is,” he said. “I like it when my pet’s a dirty girl for me. So open and willing.” He carefully gauged her reactions, making sure he wasn’t going too far.

  From the way her chest rose and fell, the flush creeping up her neck, the tone of the soft whimpers escaping her, he knew she loved it.

  Leaning in, his lips just above her mouth, he softly asked, “Does my pet like it when I talk dirty to her?”

  He translated the plaintive whine into an affirmative when she nodded her head.

  He kissed her, lips and tongue teasing her lips around the ball gag. He slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked, noting the way her moans changed, deepened. Needy.

  “Oooh, I think I found one of my pet’s good triggers,” he said. “When we’re alone, you can be as dark and dirty as you want to be, and I’ll love you even more for it.”

  Another moan in reply, her eyes now started falling shut.

  “Eyes open, pet,” he sharply said, bringing her focus back to him, her whines changing tone once more.

  “Good girl.” He played with her clit before sliding his fingers back into her pussy. “I can’t wait until you and I can play with Hunter and Todd here,” he said. “I can beat his ass and then fuck you while Todd fucks him.” He leaned in close. “Would you like that? Let them watch me spank you and then fuck you?”

  “Mmm-hmm!”

  He smiled. “You’d like watching me with them, wouldn’t you?”

  “Mmm-hmm!”

  “Oooh, my dirty little pet likes to watch and be watched.” He kissed her again. “You realize the price for watching is being watched, right? They’re going to watch how my pet likes to worship my cock.”

  * * * *

  It wasn’t just the sexual portion of the play that had burrowed into her brain. Even before that, Ned had dropped her into a deeper subspace than she’d ever felt before despite him going easy on her. It was just the way he was. Nothing mattered, nothing pierced through the veil except him, his voice, his touch.

  Even her bad pain, for the moment, wasn’t so much gone as just not being processed.

  Floaty and free, she never wanted this to end. Hell, he could sell tickets and do her in front of a stadium full of people if he wanted, as long as he could keep this feeling going. He made her feel safe. She knew he’d never do anything to harm her.

  If he thought it was safe, she’d willingly follow him wherever he led her.

  Just to keep feeling this.

  He removed the ball gag and immediately replaced it with his fingers. She sucked and licked them, tasting her own juices. What she really wanted was a crack at that cock of his.

  He watched as she worshipped his fingers like they were his cock. “Such a good girl. I like the thought of having you and Hunter all trussed up next to each other, head to toe, being able to watch the other get fucked.”

  Okay, yeah, that idea was hot. She whimpered around his fingers to let him know she thought it was a great idea.

  His eyes narrowed. “Maybe after I fuck your pussy I’ll let Hunter lick my cock clean.”

  Oh…fuck me. If he’d had his fingers on her clit, she would have come over how hot that mental image was.

  “Ooh, my pet likes that idea. Oh, heh. Don’t worry, no ATM in reverse.” He arched an eyebrow. “Although…I could let you lick my hand clean after I jerk him off.”

  Just when she’d thought she’d hit the basement of her subspace, he revealed a hidden door she didn’t even know was there and tossed her right through it. Another moan and she eagerly sucked on his fingers, hard.

  “Would my pet like to be involved like that? Play with both of you, back and forth? Not make you play with each other, but you being able to see how I top him?”

  She nodded as much as she could with his fingers deep inside her mouth.

  “And my pet’s okay having them watch me do all sorts of dirty and depraved things to you?”

  She nodded again. If they were a couple of obnoxious trolls, it’d be different. She thought Hunter and Todd were cuties. Todd had texted her first yesterday, which led to a phone call between them.

  Then she’d texted Hunter first, surprised when he’d responded, which had led to them eventually talking on the phone last night.

  Hunter had admitted he wanted to get through this, and she promised him that she wouldn’t interfere with what he and Ned had, or would have in the future.

  If anything, she was kind of envious of Ned being able to be sexual with them. Not jealous, not really that. Being able to be there when they played would, she realized, be a good thing. To feel involved in his life and know she was on his mind, even when he was with them. It would make the times he was alone with them and she wasn’t there a non-issue.

  He sat up with a smile and dove between her legs again, his mouth latching on to her clit and making her explode so hard she thought the top of her head would come loose. Then he unclipped her ankles from the spreader bar, set it aside, and fed his cock into her pussy.

  Leaning forward and with his arms braced on either side of her, he held his lips an inch over hers. “That makes me so fucking hard, thinking about being able to play with both of you together like that. Fingering you and making him suck my hand clean. Making you suck his cum off my fingers. My two pets there for my pleasure.”

  Pleasure…holy fuckballs, yes, please. His cock was hitting her perfectly like this, her already sensitive clit rubbing against him with every stroke and sending her spiraling toward another orgasm.

  She’d thought sex had been good with Clayton. He’d been conscientious enough to make sure he got her off one way or another. But this…

  This was like a primal circuit had connected between them. Like Ned knew exactly where to reach inside her brain and tweak the settings for maximum efficiency.

  Like he’d put maximum effort into figuring her out.

  “I can make Hunter come. Th
en while I’m waiting for him to recover, I can sit there with the Hitachi and keep you coming for as long as I want.” A deliciously evil grin filled his handsome face. “Oooh. Forced orgasm play in front of Hunter. Yes, that will definitely be one of the first boxes we check off the list. Maybe I’ll even use the Hitachi on you at the same time I’m jerking him off.”

  She came over that mental image, unable to keep her eyes open.

  “Oh, good girl!”

  He started fucking her hard, fast, his lips crushing hers as he caught up and exploded inside her, filling her, his moans swallowed by her until he finally fell still on top of her. She wished her hands were free so she could hold him, stroke his back, run her fingernails up and down his spine.

  Without breaking their kiss, he reached up and fumbled around until he found the snap clip and released her arms.

  It’d be too easy to fall in love with him.

  He finally lifted his lips from hers. “I didn’t hear a single yellow, much less a red in there, did I?”

  She smiled. “No, Sir.”

  “Be honest. Did I even come close to a yellow?”

  “Not even with the dirty talk, Sir.”

  His gaze seemed to study her face for a long, comfortable moment. “I’ll talk to Hunter and see if he’ll eventually be comfortable with me topping you in front of him.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “In theory…” He hesitated.

  “Yes?”

  “If I was to say eventually I would love it if we could work you and Hunter up to a point where I can play with you together-together, like tying you two up to each other and making you do things to each other…” He didn’t finish.

  He didn’t have to. “I’d be okay with it if he is.”

  “You sure?”

  She faked a distressed tone. “Oh, Sir, please don’t make me play with the hot guy with the cute ass!”

  He chuckled. “He does have a cute ass.”

  “I don’t want to come between…eh…” She smiled as he laughed. “I don’t want to do anything that will nuke your relationship with him.” Her smile faded. “He was here first, and I get it. I was on the other end of that with Clayton. I understand that, and I respect that. I don’t want him to feel threatened by me.”