A Little April Fools: A DD/LG Romance

by Haley Monroe

  Dirty Fetish wasn’t all that far from where he lived at the time and he needed answers to the confusion in his brain. He had liked the look of fear in the girl’s face and wanted to cause it over and over. But what he really liked was her body’s reaction to the pain he gave her. She was dripping! Soaking his cock in her tight heat and when he let go of her throat to slap her cheek she came harder than he had ever seen.

  The Dom’s at Dirty Fetish took him under their wings and taught him how to control his desire and use it to please masochist subs like the girl who asked to be choked, girls who craved the pain in the same levels that he ached to give it. Each sub he played with asked him for more than a scene every now and then but he couldn’t agree. It was Jade he wanted to put over his knee and spank until her round ass was red and raw.

  As if that wasn’t confusing enough, he also knew how badly he wanted to protect her and let her be herself. He had the notion that her fits and mood swings would benefit from a little age play regression. If she would just let him give her the place where she could be Daddy’s little princess, he knew everything in the world would be right. For both of them. No matter how many subs offered up their control to him, submitting to his will in the same ways he hoped Jade would one day. It was Jade he wanted to tuck into bed at night, surrounded by plush stuffies and a bright night light by which she’d be able to count all the places he’d marked her pale skin.

  David had worked hard to become well respected in the community ever since he joined them five years ago but it was a part of him he’d always kept away from his best friend. His fear of her rejection was too much to bare. David was at a loss. He wanted nothing more than to introduce her to his lifestyle and show her how incredibly freeing it could be, but the thought of her calling him a freak and running as far and fast as she could away from him scared him too much to even bring it up.

  He’d rather have her in his life as a best friend and not a submissive, than as nothing at all.

  “Where are you?” Jade purred softly and smiled at him when he blinked her into focus.

  “Hum, what? I’m right here.” He rubbed his left eye with the heel of his hand and then forced a cheeky smile to spread across his face.

  “Didn’t look like it to me there, space cadet.” A single eyebrow stretched up accusingly and he laughed at her expression. “What were you thinking about?”

  “About how your mom is gonna pass out when she sees this on your ass.” He lied. Jade’s eyes rolled, making him chuckle again.

  “It’s not on my ass, it’s on my hip-ish area and she’ll get over it. How’s it looking?” He pushed his feet into the floor and rolled the stool forward again just enough to look at her reddened skin. Her flesh rose around the outline of the fresh wound reminding him how easily she welted and he felt his nose flaring to try to keep his breathing calm.

  The shamrock was all outlined in forest green ink and the red swelling of her pale, irritated skin. The artist was filling it in with twisting, swirling shades of light and dark greens and small bits of yellow that he could stare at forever. It was like an entire green milky way contained in that three-inch clover on Jade’s hip.

  “It’s beautiful.” He answered in awe. The artist swiped a damp cloth over the fresh tattoo, taking anyway the excess ink and he leaned closer to get a better look. “That’s incredible.” He couldn’t control himself when his finger smoothed over the shape of one petal. Jade sighed and jerked her hips. He met Tasha’s eyes and really looked at her for the first time since they’d walked in. Her grey eyes appeared much older than he had originally thought she was and crow’s feet wrinkles dropped at the corners of her eyes. “Really, Tasha. It’s stunning how you’re able to fit so much color in such a little space.”

  “Thank you.” She grinned like she enjoyed that fact that she could surprise him with her art. “I didn’t want it to be flat. Her eyes inspired me. They are so many shades of living green, I just had to make the tattoo match.”

  “I’m impressed.” David told her. Jade tried to look over her shoulder and down at her hip.

  “Gee whizz,” She craned her neck trying to see the new design she’d have with her forever. “He’s a hard man to impress!” Jade squeaked. “That means it must be really sick. Gah, I can’t wait to see it.” She bounced in her seat while the artist was dipping her needles into more ink.

  “I’m almost done, hun.” Tasha seemed more approving of David now that he liked her work and she gave him a toothy smile while she placed her hand on Jade’s back to settle her. “I just want to throw in some white highlights to really make it pop and then I’ll wrap you up so you can go.”

  “Okay, okay.” Jade was grinning like a fool and her happiness seeped into David, into his very soul. He’d have to find a way to make her come to him, by her own choice, very soon, or he’d very possibly go insane.

  He stood up to stretch his legs and walked around the small room. Pictures of other tattoos littered the wall and he saw the beauty in each one. They were full of vibrant colors and almost looked alive.

  “Are you getting this to keep people from pinching you on St. Patrick’s Day?” Tasha’s words made David turn away from the art to listen to Jade’s explanation. “or does it have another meaning for you?” Tasha laid down her machine and passed the mirror back to Jade who lifted it to reflect the image in the matching mirror Tasha held.

  St. Patrick’s Day was tomorrow but that only reminded him April Fool’s Day was in two weeks and Jade always pulled the biggest pranks, usually directed at him. One year she filled his beloved car with Ping-Pong balls through the sunroof, he was still finding the hollow white balls in his garage to this day. Another year she told him she was in jail for getting into a fight but she didn’t know which jail the cops had taken her to. He drove to every police station in Vermont trying to bail her out. When he couldn’t find her, and was about to start looking in New Hampshire and then Massachusetts, she called him back singing “April Fools!”

  She loved everything about the stupid holiday. The mention of next month’s holiday had him considering ways to prank Jade into getting kinky with him on the one day of the year he hated and she loved so much. He eyed her, hoping she wouldn’t answer Tasha that the simple flower was indeed only a symbol for the Irish holiday, where people could pinch you if you didn’t wear green.

  “Um, no.” Jade snorted through a laugh. “The shamrock means luck to a lot of people but for me,” She looked down and whispered. “it means love.” David’s eyes widened and his heart began punching his ribs. Did she actually have deeper feelings for him than his current position in the friend’s zone lead him to believe?

  He couldn’t speak, God knows what he would say if he allowed his mouth to open right now. Instead, he leaned against the wall for support and observed the tattoo artist cleaning off and covering Jade’s new accessory. Jade stood up stiffly and lifted the back of her jeans over the white patch of gauze. A small hiss of air blew between her teeth. “No more jeans for a little while.” Her shoulders bunched as she bent to button her pants and then she turned to him.

  His arms ached to hold her and his lips demanded to kiss that sweet smile on her face but he didn’t. He kept his arms crossed over his massive chest and waited for her to pay Tasha so they could leave.

  An idea was quickly forming in his head. He knew Jade liked pranks, more so to pull them than to have them pulled on her but a possibility tickled at the back of David’s brain. He would pull the biggest joke on Jade for April Fool’s Day. Actually, it wouldn’t be a joke but her reaction would allow him to find out once and for all if they could be more than what they’d always been.

  “Come on, Jade.” David headed toward the door of the shop. “Let me take you home now.”

  “Oh,” She pouted. “But I thought we could still hang out at your house for a while longer?” His head shook and she walked carefully past him and onto the dark sidewalk.

  “I have some things I need to handle.” His hand
dipped into his pockets as they made their way to his house.

  “Like your dick?” She bubbled with laughter and playfully pushed at his elbow. “Is that what you have to handle?” He didn’t shift or trip when she nudged him but he did give her a long, hard stare. He’d been too much in his head at the tattoo shop and her teasing banter had struck too close to the truth. “What? Okay, gee. I’m sorry.” Her hands were held up in surrender. “I just thought it was funny.”

  “Would you still think it was funny if I said yes?” His voice held no playful notes. He was too close to the edge after hearing her whispered comment of the shamrock meaning love. Had she meant love for him or just love for the shamrock? Not knowing was making him crazier than usual. “Would it still be funny to you if I said that I needed you to go home ‘cus I’m so horny from watching that needle draw lines in your pretty skin and that I needed to hold my fucking dick in my hand and stroke it ‘till I sprayed my hot come everywhere? Would you still think it’s funny then?” Jade’s mouth hung open and her sneakers scuffed the ground, making her skip forward to catch herself so she wouldn’t fall on her face.

  He watched, waiting. He could almost see the wheels spinning in her brain and he wondered if she could see in her mind’s eye the picture he had painted with his words. Her mouth snapped shut and her throat visibly tightened as she swallowed hard. “Ah? Um?” She started and stopped, swallowing again. The street lights didn’t give off enough glow for him to tell if her pupils had dilated but he was sure they had.

  David loved watching her struggle in this way but always feared she’d call him a sick perv and walk out of his life. His chin jutted out and he decided to poke her just a little further. “What’s the matter, Jade? You can talk all that shit but can’t back it up when the truth comes out? Would you rather stay and watch me masturbate instead of me sending you home so that I can do it in peace?”

  “Fucking A.” She groaned. “I was only teasing. You don’t have to get your panties in a bunch.” She turned her back on him and began walking faster in the direction of his house.

  “It’s your panties I wanna get in a bunch.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear but he knew she chose to ignore him. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Him several feet behind her, his cock twitching in his jeans. Imagining his Jade watching him fuck his own hand was something he would have loved to make happen. He wanted her begging for a taste of the pre-cum that would cover his hands as he worked his hand up and down his shaft before her beautiful lips.

  Only he could see her practically running away from his joking suggestion, confirming some of his fears may be reality. He hadn’t meant to let the words he was thinking come out of his mouth but they had and he couldn’t take them back. His house came into view and Jade was already waiting by the garage door for him.

  David pressed the remote in his pocket to open the garage door. Jade’s rusty Neon sat next to his prized 1967 Ford Mustang, Shelby GT500, the one she’d filled with Ping-Pong balls. “I’ll just get out of your hair so you can get on with your solo plans for the night.” Jade shrugged, her voice weak while her hands began pulling on the hem of her sweatshirt like she was debating staying or going. He looked at her, shifting from foot to foot and wondered if pushing her a little more could convince her to stay. She lifted her gaze to his and under the garage lights he could see she was scared. She was withdrawing from him like she used to in the early stages of their friendship when he’d done or said something to upset her.

  “Alright then.” He opened her car door and cringed at the grinding sound it made. “Jesus, Jade. You need a new car.”

  “I’ll have a new one when you buy it for me.” She teased, giving him hope that maybe she wasn’t as upset with him as he had thought. She held the top of the door between them. He was happy to hear her joking again, he was worried she’d stomp off without letting him clear up what he said. Or worse, that she wouldn’t acknowledge how what he’d said made her feel at all. “Thanks for coming with me, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.” She looked down at her fingers that were rubbing the rough paint of the door. He looked over her face and guessed the worst was happening. She was going to ignore it.

  “Anytime, you know I’ll always be there for you when you need me, J.” His voice was just as low as hers and the air around them changed. It became thick and tense with unspoken feelings and thoughts. Jade’s breath was visible in the cold garage as she exhaled. “Are you working on the thirty first?”

  “Nope.” She finally looked up at him and his hand twitched inside of his pocket. He wanted to cup her face and pull her to his lips but he didn’t.

  “Good. Pack a bag and be ready for me Friday morning. Eight A.M sharp, Jade. No sleeping in.”

  “Why?” Her voice quickly flooded with excitement at his easily spoken command, washing away whatever it was that was clogging her emotions a second ago.

  “I’m taking you on a little trip.”

  Chapter Three.

  His idea was stupid and not very well thought out but it would be funny, or so he thought. David’s grand plan was to take Jade on a national TV show, one known for drama, fist fights, and titty flashing. A show Jade loved to watch. He couldn’t count how many nights they’d stayed up late, drinking and yelling at the TV over who the baby daddy was or which wanna be a mom teenager would straighten up first.

  After watching Jade’s busted car leave his driveway and disappear into the darkness, he jumped online to fill out an application to be featured on the Jasey Jay Show. If the show didn’t respond or did and said he wasn’t right for the episode, then he would drive Jade out to the coast on Friday and rent a beach house for the weekend.

  That probably should have been his first go to idea instead of a backup plan but it was already too late to turn back and rethink things now. The next morning, St. Patrick’s Day, he opened his email to find a letter from the show’s producer congratulating him for being able to break his biggest secret to his friend on live TV. David was shocked by the speedy response but responded with his thanks and expressed how excited he was to finally get his confession off his chest.

  The show was filmed live in Connecticut and he would need to have Jade there, ready to be shocked, by nine a.m. on April first. He booked a hotel room and mapped out how long it would take to reach Connecticut. He had to start thinking about what exactly he would say on stage. The theme of the show they were casted for was called “My best friend doesn’t know I’m keeping a secret.”

  Welp, Jade sure would know once this “prank” was over and done with.

  Should he open with, “Jade, I tell you everything and never lie to you but there have been some things about my life that I’ve never shared with you.” Or “My ears ache to hear you scream my name around a pacifier that I’ve tied in your mouth like a ball gag, while I paddle your beautiful ass red”?

  No. She would hate that. Maybe. He couldn’t be sure. Every time he used his stern, Dom like voice when dealing with Jade’s temper tantrums, her eyes would grow wide and he could see excitement burning in their depths. He could only hope that she would welcome the dirty things he wanted to do with her body and accept his unrelenting love in return.

  David figured this would be an easy way to back pedal if she freaked out. If she didn’t find appeal in his confession, then he could simply claim it was a big joke. A silly, little April Fool’s joke, wasn’t that funny? Ha, ha, ha. And then he would go on, miserably pretending every submissive in his grasp was Jade until she changed the status of their relationship. He wouldn’t make a second attempt no matter how dumb it sounded to him. If she wasn’t into it, she would never be and that would just have to be okay.

  But, if she was interested, engaged, and possibly turned on by his confession then their lives would change completely. He could picture it all playing out in his favor and silently prayed that she would want to be very much a part of his freaky, kinky lifestyle. The one that he had managed to keep hidden from he
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  David sat at his computer desk, leaning back and using his feet to swivel the chair side to side. His hand rubbed at the scratchy stubble growing on his chin. He watched the sunlight as it stretched across his wall, each passing moment as the sun crawled higher in the sky brought him closer to telling Jade his secrets.

  The shrill sound of his landline interrupted his inner thoughts. He pulled his large body forward and picked up the receiver. “Yeah?”

  “Are you going to the gym?” Jade’s voice filled his lungs more effectively than air, giving him life and soothing away his worry over his upcoming task. “Well, I mean I know you are going but like are you going soon-ish?” A slight smile pulled at the corners of his mouth over her correction.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I wanna look good when we go out tonight, so I thought I’d tag along today if you haven’t been already.” Fuck, he hated when she tagged along to the gym. He could never focus on his reps when his eyes would find her in the mirrored walls. Always tracking her, always watching who was watching her and then day dreaming about the things he’d do to her body if she would just give him the chance.

  “I keep telling you, J. One work out, every once in a blue moon, isn’t gonna tone or tighten anything, sweet cheeks. You gotta put in the time and be committed if you want to change anything.”

  “Save the lecture for someone who cares, okay?” She breathed hotly down the phone line. “I’m not asking you to be my personal trainer or anything, I just want to,” She paused and he scrubbed his free hand over his face. “I just wanna come with you and get on the treadmill or something. You know how much I hate going by myself.”

  “Do you want me to train you, Jade?” After the words left his mouth his brain took a left turn into fantasy land. A land in which training meant teaching her how to crawl to him on her hands and knees when he called for her. Thoughts of him showing her how far he’d expect her to arch her back when she was told to present her body to him for inspection and how each night she’d have to kiss his cheek goodnight as he tucked her in with sweet whispered words like “Goodnight, Daddy.”