by Rose Nickol
Chapter Seven
Tammy woke the next morning cocooned in warmth and feeling safe, safer than she had ever felt. Looking around, she realized that she was in Tyler’s room and he was wrapped around her. Twisting to face him, she watched him sleep.
Last night had been amazing. She had read a few erotic novels that involved spanking and some other things, but had never really thought about trying those things. Finding out that Tyler was into those things was thrilling and a little scary. She wasn’t scared of Tyler and what he would do, just how she would respond to what might happen. She thought some of them were just made up for the books. She hadn’t realized that people in real life did things like that. She really was very naïve when it came to sex and men.
Squirming to get closer to Tyler, she laid her head on his shoulder, trailing her fingertips over his chest and through his chest hair. She didn’t want to wake him, but couldn’t resist touching him.
He hadn’t said much after she told him her story, and she wondered what he thought about her and her situation. She couldn’t believe she had broken down and cried like that. She had learned long ago that crying never accomplished anything. All it did was mess up her face and make her feel worse. She seldom cried.
But last night she had cried tears that had been held in too long, tears for her mother, tears for her father. He hadn’t used to be a terrible person, but after her mother’s death, he had changed for the worse.
When she was very young, he had been a good person, responsible and dependable. He held a job and they had a nice little house with a yard she could play in, and from what she remembered, they had all been very happy.
After her mother’s death, everything had changed, or maybe she just noticed it more. Soon the house and almost everything they owned was gone. Her father couldn’t hold a job, and there was never enough of anything.
Laying there with Tyler, she let her mind drift, but soon pulled herself back from her musings. All that was behind her now. She didn’t know where things with Tyler were going to go, but she knew that wherever they went, it would be better than where she had come from. It had to be.
She let her eyes close and drifted back to sleep. When she woke, she was alone in the bed and the condo was quiet.
Getting up, she ran across the hall to shower before dressing. She didn’t want to use the shower in Tyler’s room, that was his.
Looking for her robe and remembering it was in the living room, she considered getting it, but figured if she was alone, there was no point.
Walking around naked felt decadent.
* * * *
Tyler had been sitting in the living room working on his laptop, when he heard the bedroom door open. Sitting where he could see down the hall but she couldn’t see him, he watched his naked sprite spiriting around.
He saw her come out of his bedroom and look around, then stop to listen, apparently hearing nothing, she slipped across the hall, naked, to her room. She was in there a few brief minutes before she slipped into the bathroom, still naked.
Tyler waited until he heard the shower start. Waiting a few more minutes he slipped down the hall, shucking clothes as he went and grabbing a condom from the bedroom, he opened the bathroom door. He had a surprise for his naked little fairy.
Tammy wondered where Tyler went, but didn’t worry about it. Maybe he had left a note in the kitchen or something. Enjoying being alone, she turned the shower as hot as she could stand and stepped in. It felt great to be able to relax and enjoy a long hot shower, since always before she’d had to hurry and get out because somebody was waiting or she had to be somewhere. Even though she was worried about money and a job, it felt good to have nothing to do.
She just stood under the spray and let her mind drift. She hadn’t been showering very long when she thought she heard the door open, but with all the steam she couldn’t see anything, and let out a little scream.
The shower door opened, and she grabbed the first thing she could find, a bottle of shampoo, and threw it.
“Hey, baby, is that any way to treat me?” Tyler asked, catching the bottle and stepping in the shower.
Tammy collapsed against him, sighing in relief. “You shithead, I thought you were gone,” she said, punching his chest.
“Tammy, I wouldn’t leave without letting you know and won’t leave you alone.” He said, reassuring her and pulling her close. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, he told her, “It’s not a good idea to call me names and throw things at me, baby, I might have to punish you for that.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it was you when I threw the bottle, does it still count?” She pouted.
Tyler laughed and pinched one of her nipples, hard.
“Ouch! That hurt, dammit. Why did you do that?” She pouted, covering her breast with her hand.
Tyler reached out and gave the other nipple the same treatment. “I don’t like to hear you cuss either, so you are just adding to your punishment, baby.”
When he said the word punishment, her pussy gushed. How could he do that to her? Just a word or a look, and her body responded to him. It wasn’t fair, she thought, until she looked down and saw his cock bobbing at her. He had the same response…interesting. Maybe she should play a little.
“Do you really want to punish me? I can think of so many other things we could do,” she said to him, trying to use a deep, sexy voice while rubbing her throbbing nipples against his chest.
“You think so?” his voice sounded like a growl, and he took her mouth. If she wanted to play, that was fine with him. Reaching around and grabbing each of her thighs with one hand, he lifted her and thrust inside her. Placing his back against the shower wall, he held her in place and took her hard and fast. When he reached his completion, he switched them so that she was leaning against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. “How was that baby? Was that what you had in mind?” he asked smugly.
“It was good, lover. I’m ready for more anytime,” she told him, rubbing against him and clenching on him with her inner muscles.
She thought she was a player, but he would show her how to play. Tyler pulled out of her and removed the used condom, grabbing a fresh one. Standing her so that she faced the shower wall and pulling her back until her bottom stuck out and up, he told her. “Brace yourself with your arms, this is going to be rough and hard.” He showed her how to brace her head on her arms so she wouldn’t be banging it against the wall.
He slammed into her from behind, holding her hips for leverage, and set a fast and furious pace. Reaching one hand around, he found her clit and started rubbing and pulling the little thing, really getting her humming. Shoving himself in and out of her, he moved his hand from her clit, spread her ass cheeks, and, using the water as a lubricant, slipped one finger into her puckered opening as far as it would go.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?” she moaned, trying to squirm away from the thing inside her.
“Shh, that’s just my finger, and soon it will be my cock. Easy, baby, I need to stretch you.” Wrapping his other arm around her, he used his forearm to brace her and slid his hand down to her clit, pressing and pinching the little nubbin.
“When I say, I want you to come with me, but not until I say.” He told her, pinching and pulling with one hand, the other moving just that one finger in and out of her and keeping the rhythm with his cock in her pussy.
“I don’t think I can wait,” she answered with a groan, trying to hold back.
“If you come before I tell you, I will shove a plug up your ass and you won’t come again all day,” he warned her.
When he felt she could no longer hold back, he removed the one finger from her ass and pushed two in, pinching her clit, he commanded, “Come,” and she did, screaming his name with a series of tremors.
Once her body stopped shaking, he removed the condom and stood her up, holding her against him for a minute, then quickly washed them both.
Lifting her out of the tub, he dried her and wrapped he
r in a towel, then dried himself. He then carried her to her bedroom to dress before he fed her. He had plans for the day.
Chapter Eight
After breakfast, Tyler led her to his truck. “Have you ever been horseback riding, baby?” he asked her, helping her into the truck.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to, could we?” She was really excited.
“I have a friend, Derek, and he and his wife, Dottie, have a small piece of property with horses. Dottie can’t ride right now because she’s pregnant and Derek would be happy to let us exercise his horses.”
Tyler drove them to Derek and Dottie’s house and made the introductions. Dottie and Tammy immediately hit it off. After they all visited for a while, Derek walked them out to the barn and Tyler showed Tammy how to saddle her horse while Derek saddled one for him.
Once they had the horses ready, Tyler helped Tammy get on her horse and mounted his own, showing her how to hold the reins. They started out slowly walking the horses and just enjoying the crisp fall day, not really talking.
After they had ridden for a while, they took the horses back and Tyler showed Tammy how to care for them and what to do after their ride. “Next time we come, you will have to do more of this on your own,” he said.
“We can come again? That would be great.” Tammy grinned at him.
“Would you like to have a place like this someday?” he asked her cautiously, he knew it was too soon to be talking about the future, but he already knew he wanted to be part of hers.
“I would love a place like this.” Tammy let herself imagine it. Tyler, a few children, a few horses—that would be perfect. Some place to be a family. It would be so different from the way she was raised. A permanent place, not having to move all the time, things of her own. A dream come true.
Was he asking because he was interested, or was he just making conversation? She knew that she had only known him a short time, but she was already starting to have feelings for him. She wondered if he had feelings for her.
When they got back to Derek’s house, Tyler checked his phone for messages, as was his habit. There was one from Dillon. Leaving Tammy talking to Dottie, he and Derek went into Derek’s office to take the call.
The news was not good. Dillon had done some digging on Tammy’s father and the man was in debt with the New Jersey mob, deep. There was a search going on for Tammy and she was in a very dangerous situation.
Not only was the mob looking for her, but the FBI as well. She was wanted for questioning and she was being aggressively hunted by both the mob and FBI. Apparently her father was into more than gambling. From what Dillon had found out, he was running drugs for the mob, but instead of turning in the money he had gambled it away.
One quick phone call from Derek and the FBI was no longer looking for her. He made arrangements to do the interview himself and have Dillon tape it.
“We’ll take her to the office tomorrow. I’ll conduct the interview, you’ll stay out of the way,” Derek said to Tyler. He knew Tyler was too emotional to be involved, and so did Tyler. “Prepare her tonight, it will be tough, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
Tyler agreed it was a good plan and they went to talk to the women. Tyler wanted to tell Tammy what was going on while she had Dottie to lean on if she needed to.
Walking into the kitchen, they found the women sitting at the table talking, Tammy and Dottie were both drinking hot tea. Dottie had stopped drinking coffee when she became pregnant.
Both women smiled when they saw the men walk in. Dottie reached for Derek, and Tyler walked up to Tammy, lifting her from her seat. Both men kissed their women soundly and led them to the living room where they could all sit comfortably.
Derek sat in his chair pulling Dottie onto his lap, Tyler on the couch, also sitting Tammy in his lap.
“Ladies, we have some difficult news for Tammy and we wanted you to be comfortable while we told you,” Tyler said.
Dottie reached for Tammy’s hand, wanting to comfort the younger woman.
“Honey, whatever it is I’ll be there for you.” Dottie tried to reassure Tammy.
Tyler and Derek told Tammy what they had found out and what needed to happen. Tyler could tell by the tensing of Tammy’s body that she was scared. This was why he had wanted her on his lap, so he could gauge her response, and he tightened his hold around her. “Don’t worry baby, we will keep you safe. We are going to beef up the security system on my condo. I need a new one anyway, and you will never be alone. I’m going to take a leave of absence from work and stay with you. You will be as safe as you can be.”
Dottie looked at her sympathetically and smiled. “You have no idea how protective these guys can be. When they say you won’t be alone, they mean it. We will have to go hide in the dungeon to get any peace.”
“Wait a minute, did you just say dungeon? What the fuck?” Tammy was shocked.
Oh shit, Dottie thought, I stepped in it now. She should have been more careful, but had just assumed that Tyler wouldn’t be involved with anyone who wasn’t in the lifestyle.
Even though she hadn’t been familiar with the kink and BDSM world before she met Derek, she was very comfortable with it now. They knew so many people that were in the life that she often spoke without thinking when she was with them. She knew that Tyler was a strict Dom and figured Tammy was his sub, since she acted like it. What did she do now? Unsure how to proceed, she looked to Derek, her husband and Dom, for help. He would know what to do.
Derek felt Dottie tense in his arms and knew the she had realized her mistake. He would still have to punish her later.
He took a deep breath and looked at Tyler for a clue, since they hadn’t talked about Tammy and the lifestyle and he wasn’t sure how much she did or did not know. Tyler shook his head slightly, the clue Derek needed.
“Tammy, she did say dungeon, but it’s more of a playroom I have in my basement. Dottie and I practice an alternative lifestyle. I don’t know if you are aware of any of this, but Dottie is my submissive, and I am her Dominant. That means when we are playing, sexually, I control things. I don’t hurt her, but she does get punished, as she will be for speaking without thinking.” When he said that, he felt Dottie tense on his lap and saw the smile on her face. She was so in for it. He had been easy on her while she was pregnant, but as soon as she had that baby…her ass was his.
He continued on. “We have a room in the basement that we use to play in. Some people refer to them as dungeons, and some people call them playrooms. I also am part owner of a club called The Mix. It is a kink club where people come to talk and meet other people who have the same needs that they do. Everything that happens is safe, sane, and most of all consensual. Nothing is done without consent, and everyone participates willingly. Maybe Tyler will take you there one evening and he can show you around.” Derek didn’t want to tell her that Tyler was also part owner, since that was not his story to tell.
Tammy looked back and forth from Dottie, to Derek, to Tyler and back again. She saw the smile on Dottie’s face and the love Derek had for her in his eyes. There was no problem with the relationship these two had.
She had so many questions, but she didn’t know where to start. She needed to ask Dottie some things in private and wanted to ask Tyler some things, also in private. Where did she start and how did she get the time with each of them to ask? It wouldn’t be hard with Tyler, she was alone with him most of the time, but how to get alone time with Dottie?
Derek must have been a mind reader, because he said, “Tyler, why don’t you come downstairs with me? I want to show you some upgrades I made to the playroom and I found a really rare bottle of wine I know you want to see.” In addition to the playroom, Derek had a state of the art gym and a wine cellar in his basement. The main floor was pretty normal, but the basement was his playground where he indulged himself. His only other indulgence in the house was the gourmet kitchen. He liked to play chef.
Tyler leaned down and spoke into Tammy’s ear. “Ar
e you okay?”
This wasn’t how he had planned to tell her about the lifestyle and the role he liked to play, but now that the cat was out of the bag, so to say, he might has well use the opportunity and talk to her. Maybe it would be good for her to talk to Dottie first. Even though she hadn’t been in the lifestyle that long, she was the perfect submissive and would be a fine example for Tammy.
Tammy looked into his face and kissed him. “We’ll talk later.” She promised and stood to let him up.
Dottie stood also and waddled into the kitchen. She was in her eighth month and waddling like a duck. “Come on, we’ll talk while we make lunch if you don’t mind helping me,” Dottie said.
Derek stood for a minute waiting for Tammy’s answer. There was no way Dottie was making lunch for the four of them, he didn’t like her on her feet that much. If needed, he and Tyler would run to town for food or grill outside to give the girls their privacy.
Derek was very overprotective of Dottie. It had taken him years to find her, and he had almost lost her when she was kidnapped. Now that she was pregnant, she was even more precious. He was going to make sure that nothing happened to her or the precious baby she was carrying, if it took his life.
Tammy noticed that Derek was waiting for her answer and, helping Dottie to sit down and pulling a chair closer so she could put her feet up, answered, “You give directions, I’ll cook.”
She saw the gratitude in Derek’s eyes before he nodded and led Tyler down stairs.
Dottie rolled her eyes at both of them and said, “I’m just pregnant, not delicate china. Women have babies every day, you know. They used to work in the fields until they popped, and then they would squat have the baby and go right back to work. I won’t break.”
Hearing her statement, Derek flipped around and said, “I know you won’t break, and you’re lucky I don’t make you work in the fields.”