He took a deep breath. This was going to be uncomfortable for both of them. “I’ve gone to several therapists over the years, trying to understand why I am the way I am. I used to hate myself for—what I like.”
“Were you hit as a kid or something?” The very serious way in which Jason asked was enough to forgive him his ignorance.
“Nah, no more than a normal kid. I was spanked, but it’s not like that made me any different.”
Jason laughed. “Shit, if that’s the case then all of us would be screwed.”
Clay shook his head. “Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything. It’s like being an extrovert or an introvert, you’re born one or the other. You can learn to like being the opposite of what you are, but deep down you are what you are.”
“I don’t know, man, it’s weird to me. I get that not everyone likes some stuff, but it’s hard to wrap my head around it.”
He leaned forward to take some of the pressure off. “Okay, how about this? What do you do for Amy to show her you love her?”
Jason shrugged. “Take out the trash. I don’t know. Normal stuff.”
Save him from vanillas. “Do you take her out to a nice dinner? Rub her shoulders or anything?”
“Not really. I will make her lunch sometimes.”
“You show Amy you love her by taking out the trash or making her lunch. That’s kind of like what B and I have going on.”
Jason shook his head. “You guys are newlyweds. It won’t last like that.”
Not that Clay wanted to speculate about his in-laws’ sex life, but it was starting to sound like someone could use some help. He was not about to step foot in that ring, vanilla sex had bored him into celibacy until he’d learned what it was to have a dominant woman make him beg for an orgasm.
He shrugged. “Maybe not, but even then it’s still the most natural way to show B I love her.”
Chapter Seven
Oh. My. God.
Her brother and sister-in-law were okay with her lifestyle. Or at least they were willing to ignore that knowledge. Relief had her staggering down the hallway toward their suite. She didn’t doubt Clay could handle her brother and she wanted him to develop relationships with her family.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Amy whispered.
She jumped, having forgotten her sister-in-law was right behind her. Bianca turned, not knowing what to expect. At this point nothing would surprise her.
“Sure. What’s up?”
Amy glanced down the hallway. No lights shone from under the doors and the only sound was that of the gentle hum from the air conditioner. “Can we go into your room first?”
“Um, let me peek in here first?” She couldn’t remember what they might have left out. This newfound acceptance only went so far. Besides, she didn’t want to share her entire personal life.
She ducked into the room and chunked a handful of random things left on the bed into a bag. Other than that, it would have to do. She opened the door and stepped back, gesturing her sister-in-law into the room.
Amy tiptoed in, glancing around with the same wide-eyed fascination first time Munch attendees had.
Bianca snorted and closed the door. “I made sure to hide the whips and chains.”
Amy spun to face her. “I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m giving you a hard time. What’s up?”
“Oh.” She clasped her hands in front of her and glanced at the bookcase. Her gaze latched on something and widened.
“What?” Bianca followed her gaze—to Clay’s collar. “Oh, that.” She grabbed it from the shelf.
“Can I see it?” Amy asked quietly.
“Uh, sure.”
Bianca offered the nylon collar to her. D rings were at four even intervals, making it a heavy piece, but Clay liked this one, so she didn’t think much about it.
Amy took one end of the collar and lifted it to examine the material. She started and stared up at Bianca, eyes wide. “Can I touch it? I should have asked.”
Bianca shrugged, amused with her sister-in-law’s naïveté. “Yeah, here. This is a daily wear collar.”
“There are different kinds?” Amy was pure, unadulterated sweetness.
“Yes.”
“How many do you have?” She fastened the collar, fitting the buckle into the worn groove.
“I’ve given Clay five.”
“What are the different kinds?”
“He has this one, a heavy-duty leather one, a necklace he wears daily in place of a collar, and then there’s the collars I gave him when we decided we were in a committed relationship and getting married. I probably go overboard, but I’m a woman. I reserve the right to accessorize as I want.”
That got a laugh from Amy. She relaxed and ran the collar over her palms, fingering the D rings as she came to them.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Oh, um.” Amy studied the fleur-de-lis patterned rug underfoot.
“Amy?”
“Jason’s not interested in sex anymore,” she said in a rush, her face flushing a bright red. She took a deep breath, visibly gathering her nerve before lifting her chin. Her gaze landed on Bianca’s face, only to skitter away, but she tried. “We still love each other, but I’m afraid I’m losing him.”
Bianca’s heart went out to her. She couldn’t imagine losing Clay. Ever. What kind of desperate would Amy be to come to her, of all people?
“Oh hun, you know he’s crazy about you.” Granted, the last thing she thought about was her brothers having sex with their wives. Thinking about it was shudder-inducing. She had to physically hold herself still to keep from shuddering.
“Yeah, but is that enough?” Her face creased, her brows drawing together. Dressed in her matching pajama set, she appeared younger and lost.
Bianca shrugged. She didn’t have an answer. “What is it you want to do? How can I help? I have a hard time picturing you tying Jason up. In fact, I really don’t want to think about that.”
“Oh gosh, no!” Amy clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, this is weird.”
“After the last few hours, this is nothing.” Bianca blew out a breath. “So you want to spice things up?”
Amy nodded.
“Huh, okay.” She sat on the bed and removed her boots. “In the spirit of being open and honest, most of the stuff I’m into is probably not what you’re interested in. Do you want, like, fuzzy handcuffs and flavored lube?”
Amy blinked. “Flavored lube?”
She couldn’t help it. Bianca burst out laughing, unable to keep it in anymore. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She heaved and wiped away the tears. “Yes, lube comes in lots of flavors. Hold on.”
Shoeless, she circled the bed and pulled open the wardrobe. Stashed in her naughty suitcase were a few individual samples she’d tossed in as a last thought. She grabbed two and offered them to Amy.
“Banana and…strawberry?” She stared at the packaging.
“Yeah, and if that’s not your thing, there is chocolate body paint, fancy lingerie and toys. I don’t want to be rude, but is this what you wear to bed when you’re at home?”
Amy glanced down at her pink-striped PJs. “Yeah, I got these for Jason and me for Valentine’s Day.”
Bianca bit her lip. “I’m going to show you what I wear to sleep in.”
She dug in the closet again and came up with a silk and lace teddy in teal and cream with matching boy short panties and laid them on the bed. Amy’s eyes widened to the same degree as when she’d seen the collar she still held.
“You sleep in that?”
“Well, I get into bed wearing that. It doesn’t always stay on.”
“It looks so uncomfortable.” And yet she reached out and touched the soft panels of fabric.
“Okay, one thing on my list for this trip is to go lingerie shopping and you are going with me. They tell you to dress for success. You have to dress for sex.” Do. Not. Think about Jason and Amy having sex!
“I don’t know if I could do that.”
“It’s shopping. And it’s a lot more conventional than flavored lube. If you feel sexy he’s going to catch on to that.” She grabbed the heels she’d worn that evening. “These boots, they kill my feet, but Clay thinks they’re super sexy so I wear them.”
“But can’t you just tell him to, you know?” The blush intensified. Amy was starting to make Bianca think of Christine, her dear friend Daniel’s new girlfriend and submissive. Christine could practically blush on cue. It was adorable.
Bianca snickered and flopped onto the bed, shoving her lingerie to the side. “Yes, I could but I want him to want me. You can’t force someone to be attracted to you.”
Amy didn’t reply for a moment. Bianca could practically hear the wheels in her head turning. Finally Amy licked her lips and lifted her chin.
“Do you ever have normal sex? You know, without all the other stuff.”
This was getting more personal than Bianca had guessed it would, not that she was shy, it just changed things. “Yeah. Variety is the spice of life, right? Sometimes we just want to have sex, and sometimes I don’t want it to be about control.” Just because she was a Dominant didn’t mean she wanted nothing a vanilla woman would want from her lover.
The bedroom door opened and Clay froze just over the threshold. His brows rose and his gaze bounced from Amy to her.
“Close the door, babe. Come here.” She patted the bed for good measure.
“Do you want me to give you a minute?”
“No, I’m leaving. Sorry. Thanks, Bianca.” Amy wheeled toward the door the same moment as Clay tried to step out of her way. They merely accomplished sidestepping in synch.
“Sorry, here.” Clay grasped the doorknob and froze, staring at his collar still in Amy’s hand.
“Ohmygod, sorry.” She shoved the collar at him and rushed out the door.
Clay’s lips quirked, but he merely glanced at Bianca and the open door before closing it. “What was that about?”
She patted the bed again. “I don’t think I should tell you. Sister privileges and all that.” She couldn’t help breaking out into a fit of giggles. Her brother had no idea what was going to hit him. And eewwwww, she didn’t want to think about it! “Come here, my feet hurt.”
He toed off his shoes and crawled across the bed, collar in hand, and kissed her. She fisted his shirt and rolled to her back, taking him with her. It never ceased to amaze her how a man who craved pain and punishment could be so gentle. He supported his weight on his forearms and eased down, pressing her into the mattress.
Bianca wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him. Clay groaned into her mouth, a sound mixed with pleasure and pain.
The caning.
She placed her hands on his hips instead.
He kissed along her jaw and brushed his fingers across the opposite cheek.
“Give me your collar.”
Clay pressed the nylon band into her hand and levered up on his elbows.
“What did Jason want to talk to you about?” She looped the collar around his neck, pausing for the half a second it took Clay to kiss both ends, and buckled it into place.
“That’s not very fair. You won’t tell me what you and Amy were talking about. She looked guilty.”
She snickered as she pulled the necklace up through the collar. “Fine, but you have to pinky promise not to say anything or embarrass her.”
He quirked an eyebrow and shifted until he could offer her the crooked finger. She hooked her little finger in his and held it.
“Amy wants to spice up their sex life and she thought I might have some tips for her.”
Clay’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows attempted to crawl off his face. “Can this night get any weirder? That must have been awkward.”
“For her, yeah. I just didn’t think about it being my brother she’d be doing any of this with.” She gave him a quick rundown of what they’d talked about, but left out some of the details, like Amy’s fear she might be losing Jason. That was a confidence she wouldn’t break. Her husband didn’t need to know everything.
“I can’t see them being into D/s. I mean, she’s submissive, but not like me.”
“I really don’t want to think about what my brother might, or might not, be into. So your turn. Spill.” She unhooked the clasp on the necklace and offered it to Clay to kiss.
He ran his fingers through her hair, bracketing her face with his hands. “Typical brother intimidation things. He wants to make sure that you’re happy and safe with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, you’re in more danger than I am.” To punctuate the point, she bit his neck. Clay grunted and pressed closer. She kissed the minor hurt and arched her back. “So what else did he say?”
“He wants to get to know me better. He mentioned twice tonight that we should join him and Amy on a cruise next year without the rest of the family.”
For as crazy as everything tonight had gone down, things were playing out in the best possible way. She wanted her family to love Clay as much as she did, and for him to feel as if he belonged. “Do we have the finances for it?”
He stared down at her. “You have no idea how much money is in our accounts, do you?”
She smiled sweetly and twined her hands around his neck. “That’s why I married you.”
He snorted and rolled to his side, splaying a hand over her stomach. His gaze tracked down her body to rest at the apex of her thighs. Curious about what he would do, she waited. After several moments of perusing the black fabric of her skirt, he ever so slowly slid his palm over her abdomen and farther down her pelvis until he cupped her mound.
“Fuck. You aren’t wearing panties, are you?”
She tossed her head back and laughed. “You’re just now figuring this out? Shit, you don’t pay attention to me anymore, do you?”
“I’m sorry, I was thinking about earlier. When you shoved this plug up my ass.”
“Oh right, you’re still wearing that, aren’t you? Hm.” She slid off the bed, pulled her shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
Behind her, she was acutely aware of how still Clay had become. Even his breathing was muted, waiting to see what she would pull out of her bag of tricks. She opened the wardrobe yet again and made a show of studying her arsenal. She knew what he wanted, but sometimes she wondered if they were too routine. If she plugged his ass she’d peg him later. Would they become a version of Jason and Amy in a few years?
Screw it. Or him, as the case might be, for now they were both constantly horny. If they had to figure it out later, well, maybe by then Amy could give her a few pointers.
The strap-on harness and dildo set was the bulkiest item she’d packed. If her husband didn’t enjoy it as much as he did, she would have left it at home. She pulled it and a bottle of lube out of the suitcase and closed the wardrobe.
Clay sat in the middle of the bed on his knees, his gaze trained on her modest-sized breasts. Well, at least he wasn’t tired of her boobs after a few years.
She tossed the strap-on and bottle onto the bed and whisked the necklace away to the shelves before they lost it. It wouldn’t be the first one they had to replace. There had to be at least three somewhere in their house.
Bianca stopped in the middle of the floor and grasped the skirt’s zipper. Slowly she lowered it and pushed the material down her thighs, watching his reaction and swiveling her hips.
Clay’s gaze tracked each inch of revealed flesh, his hands grasping the comforter.
They were practically horny teenagers.
She released the catch on her bra and it followed the trail of her skirt until she was completely nude. She stood still for a moment, allowing Clay to gaze at her. The look in his eyes was for her alone. It communicated a wealth of things words could not encompass. Love. Passion. Desire. All on a higher level, something more than a few syllables could contain.
“Clothes, off.”
“Yes Ma’am
.” The corners of his mouth flipped up in an eager grin. That he could smile and enjoy himself were gifts in their own right.
Clay slithered off the bed and yanked his clothes off. They flew right and left, hitting the wall, the bookshelf and even the door. He stood next to the bed and for a moment they simply looked at each other.
He had a fantastic body. Years of working construction to put himself through college had honed it to perfection. He pushed her to work out and stay fit, and while she didn’t like that kind of exertion, she liked it on him. Just looking at his ripped abs and arms turned her on.
She tilted her head. “Bend over the bed.”
Wordlessly he obeyed, grasping the footboard and peering over his shoulder at her.
She ignored his gaze in favor of grasping the silver disc nestled between his ass cheeks. Clay forcibly relaxed while she pulled the plug from his body and laid it on a discarded towel. She grabbed the lube and dribbled some on his rosette. He shivered and goose bumps broke out along his spine. The room was a tad bit cool, but not uncomfortable. Still, she leaned forward, covering him with her body and dropping kisses on the ridges between his shoulder blades.
Bianca stepped back, taking the harness with her, and stepped into it, tightening the buckles into their usual spots. It fit her much like a thong would, except it had an opening where she could fasten the neon blue dildo into place. It was designed to penetrate on one end, with ridges on the other for the wearer’s pleasure. The cool plastic against her sensitive bits had her shivering this time. She gave the straps another tug and set the head of the dildo to his anus.
“Ask for it,” she said as she smoothed her hand down his spine.
“Please, Mistress, fuck my ass.” If a voice could smile, his would. Clay wiggled his hips and she chuckled.
“You’re goofy today. I like it.”
For good measure she reached around and cupped his balls, stroking her fingers over the full sac and around the base, back toward the dildo. She pressed her pelvis forward and watched the head of the plastic cock slip past the sphincter. Her breath caught as she waited for him to tell her to stop, that it felt good, something.
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