by Selena Kitt
"I told you, baby, you have an open invitation to decorate my place." He swiped a tear from my cheek, chucked me under the chin, then put the car into gear. "And of course I know a frame shop. Same place I got the picnic basket."
* * *
As if he hadn't already won the Great Guy of The Century award, Dane stopped and picked up fried chicken, and took it to Nan's house, where we ate it. He distracted Nan from my reddened eyes by asking her to tell stories of Gramps. By the end of the meal, both she and I were making plans to visit a home goods store to decorate Dane's place.
"We won't make it too girly," Nan promised.
"Thank you," I mouthed to Dane as I gathered the dishes to clean up, and got an eye crinkle that seemed to say; Anytime, babygirl.
I paused in the kitchen, listening to Nan talking eagerly to Dane for a moment before heading up to my room. I needed fresh makeup and a change of clothes, stat.
It must have taken me longer than I realized, because Dane came up and caught me frowning at my jean-clad butt in the mirror.
He grinned and came over, a hand dropping to the offending bottom. He squeezed and I got wet, remembering the last time he did that, his rumble telling me he owned it.
"You like my butt?"
"Oh yeah." He noted my frown. "You don't?"
"It's not too bad. I always think I need to lose a few pounds."
He swung me around to face him and kneaded my buttocks harder.
"You do, and I'll tie you to the bed and feed you Ben & Jerry's."
"Dane, I'd gain like a hundred pounds."
"I'm sure I could think of some exercise for you," he growled and lowered his mouth to my neck. "Oh, and if I catch you talking down on yourself again, I'll spank you."
I shivered.
"You like the sound of that, baby? Me punishing you when you're naughty? Slapping your bare ass red?"
Holy wow, my body breathed. Under his palms, the skin of my bottom tingled.
"You already smack my butt a lot."
"This would be different." His mouth never left my ear, his wet whisper sending tremors rippling down straight to my clit. "It'd sting and then I'd make it up to you. We can try once for fun. See if you like it."
"Okay," I said, and could bear it no longer. Reaching up, I cupped the back of his head and brought it to me for a kiss.
We danced in the hallway towards my bedroom. My panties were so wet, I was surprised we couldn't hear squelching.
"Wait… Nan—"
"Took a pain pill before I came up. Said she'd sleep through an earthquake. Told me to come up here and see to you."
Oh, Nan, my brain groaned.
The rest of me pounced on Dane. I twined my arms around his neck and pulled him closer before breaking away again.
"I want to show you something."
On my bed sat the box of miscellaneous kinky items I'd pulled out from its secret spot under my bed. I showed Dane the blindfold, a dinky set of handcuffs, a ball gag and a butt plug.
"My friends got me these as a gag gift."
"Babygirl." He cocked his head, giving me sexy eye crinkle. "You want me to use them on you?"
"Yes." I reached for him. My hands slid over his taut chest and abs to rub his cock through the jeans. Big and granite, like the rest of him. He caught my wrists.
"You gonna be a good girl for me? Take orders?"
"Yes, sir. I can take orders."
He growled in appreciation. "Good girl. What's the safeword?"
"Banana-hammock." I giggled.
"That's right. That will stop all this." His hands roamed; I never wanted them to stop. "No hard feelings. Understand?"
"Yes."
His hand clapped down on my bottom. "What's that now? Try again."
"Yes, sir."
The hand came between my legs, rubbing me through the denim, promising things.
Dane set me away. "Strip."
I tried to do it sexy, but halfway through I became nervous. He could tell because he pulled me to stand in front of him.
"You have a beautiful body, Cassandra," he said. "I'm going to tie you down and worship it all night long."
I bit my lip.
"First I want your mouth on me. Can you do that, babygirl? Can you make me hard while I touch your beautiful tits?"
"Yes, sir." I started to sink down in front of him, eager to give him something after all he'd given me.
He caught me. "Can you call me 'Daddy'?"
I hesitated. "I don't know."
"Okay. You okay with 'baby'?"
I nodded.
"Then stick with 'sir'. On your knees, now," he ordered, and I sank, topless but still in my jeans, glancing up at him as I undid his button and zipper and drew him out.
His hand rested lightly on my hair but I didn't mind it, or his soft voice encouraging me as I pleasured his beautiful cock.
After a while, he drew me off.
"Don't wanna cum in your mouth," he muttered. "Gonna tie you up while I'm hard and wanting."
I shivered. He pulled me to my feet and started to guide me to the bed. "I want you naked and helpless when I put my mouth on you."
"Yes, Daddy," I ventured softly, and was rewarded with a large hand on my bottom, pulling me into a kiss before he peeled off my jeans and positioned me.
"Good, baby. Lie back, and grip the headboard." My bed at Nan's was old fashioned, with decorative wooden spindles, sturdy and perfect for gripping… or for ropes. I did as he asked, breath clogging my throat.
"These are cheap." He showed me the fur-lined handcuffs. "They'll pinch. But these," he pulled out two stretchy scarves, "will work just fine."
A few seconds later, he had my panties off and my legs tied far apart. I closed my eyes tight, finding it harder to be naked before him, every bump and blemish on my body exposed.
"Keep holding onto the headboard, baby."
Hot breath caressed my skin and I gripped the slats above my head tighter. My whole body arched slightly, focused on the one point where his lips touched.
He kissed me all over, taking his time, until my pussy was begging for attention.
"Dane, please."
"Uh-uh, baby, you're not in control. Daddy is." He covered my pussy with his whole mouth and I gasped at the warm sensation. He drew off. "Who owns this pussy?"
"You do," I panted. "Daddy."
"That's right. Daddy's gonna take care of you now."
The way he ate me was a work of art. His lips kissed, mouth sucked, tongue swirled, always hitting just the right spots. I ventured a peek and he seemed to be enjoying the act almost as much as I was. Almost.
He drew off again and I mewed.
"Please…"
"Patience, baby." He slid a finger into me and my body clamped down on it. He worked me slowly, holding my gaze. "Tell me when you're close."
I felt unbelievably vulnerable, watching a man work me slowly to the brink.
"I'm close," I breathed, and the finger backed off.
"No, Dane, please." I reached down to hold his head to me.
"Naughty girl." He reared up and swatted my breast lightly. I gasped.
"You like that, baby?" He smacked the breast again, not very hard but enough to send delicious sensation swirling through me. My pussy clenched even more. "Daddy will spend some time training you. Get some ice on these nipples, get them nice and hard. Blindfold you so you don't know what's coming. You want that?"
"Yes, Daddy, please."
"Good, baby."
He leaned down and grabbed my shirt, using it to knot my wrists to the headboard right above my head. My heart rate sped up as I took in my situation: my legs tied apart, splayed, and my arms secured above my head. I felt exposed and open, more vulnerable than I'd ever felt before.
Tied and teased to the limit, I was also very, very turned on.
"Cassandra, breathe."
I focused on obeying the command spoken in that deep vibrato as I watch him strip completely. As he knelt between my leg
s, I jerked my hips, begging.
"You want this?" he asked, working his cock.
"Yes."
He raised a brow.
"Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad."
His slid three fingers inside and cupped me like that. "Who owns this?"
"You do."
"That's right. And Daddy's going to bring it home."
He took a moment to slide on a condom and I almost squealed with joy.
Dane worked over me, his cock deep inside me. His lips journeyed from mine, down my neck, nuzzling at my breasts and neck, and coming back to my mouth to complete the circuit.
His hips moved slowly and I whispered his name.
"Yeah, babygirl?"
He added a hip thrust, his pelvis thudding deliciously into mine, and I forgot what I was going to say and gasped instead.
With a smile, Dane reached over and loosened the ties, freeing my legs.
"Wrap me up, Cassandra."
Immediately I wound my legs around his hips. He went to his knees, cupping my bottom to lift it a little, and slid in deeper.
"Oh my god."
He knew just how to work his hips, circling and snapping them, finding a way to brush my clit with each move. One large hand slid down my chest, cupping a breast and teasing it.
"These need something." He rolled my nipple between a thumb and forefinger and I arched into his touch.
"Yeah?"
"I'm thinking jewels. Green to match your eyes."
I'd never considered getting a piercing, but now I was mentally booking an appointment.
"Would you like that, babygirl? I'll clamp these, and get you a little belly button jewel, you walk around naked for me."
My brain couldn't think of an answer, but my pussy gushed. With a grin, Dane sped up, and Daddy brought it home.
* * *
I lay limp, half on, half off my muscled Marine's chest, one leg cocked over his. After Dane undid the binds he tucked me into his side where I dozed on and off, practically drooling in my state of content.
"That was great," I said dreamily. "You're great." I giggled. "You're a Great Dane."
"You making fun of my name, babygirl?" he said, a smile in his voice. His hand slid over my ass, cupping and then swatting lightly.
"No, no, no. Me, make fun? Never."
"Good," he chuckled, then mock growled. "You make fun of Daddy, you earn a spanking."
"Awesome." I smiled against his pec and his laugh rumbled through me.
"What sort of name is Dane anyway? Did your mom like dogs?"
More rumbles. "No. I don't know what she was thinking. Least I didn't end up like my brother. His name is Byron."
"You're kidding."
"No. And do not tell him I told you. We call him Bear."
"Dane and Bear. Wow."
"Yeah. When you meet him, make sure you keep his real name quiet. He won't be happy with me."
My forehead wrinkled as I had a thought. "I'm going to meet your brother?"
"Yeah, baby. The way we're going, won't be long before you meet my whole crew."
I came awake real fast.
"Are you sure?" I lifted my head.
Dane's hand stilled, but stayed pressed to my skin. "Positive. You gonna introduce me to yours?"
"Um, well. There's no one to meet besides Nan. Mom isn't really in my life. So you've met everyone." For a second I pictured Devil Dog Dane meeting Chad. My brain protested at the image. It'd be too weird. Golf-shirted lawyer meeting a tattooed mountain of muscle. The two men were from different universes.
"You okay with meeting my brother?" he asked.
"Um. I guess…" My gaze slid away and he caught my chin.
"You running from me again?" he asked very, very gently.
Was I? I stared into dark eyes that seemed to see straight to my core.
His hand returned to my back, a reassuring weight. "It's okay, babygirl. You get the urge to run, let me know and I'll give you a few more reasons to stay."
"You'll tie me up?"
"Among other things."
Yum. My body hummed happily. Even my super snarky brain agreed.
"You like living with your nan?"
"Yeah. It's not weird, is it?"
"Not at all. She's a pretty sweet lady."
"She's the best. I was more Gramps and Nan's kid than my mom's. I lived here all of high school." Silently I thanked god that I'd redecorated when I moved back in, destroying all evidence of my awkward teenage years except for one embarrassing boy band poster, tucked deep in my closet.
"I was close with them even before that. I even have their last name."
"Cassandra Brass."
"Yep. Having a first name and a last name that rhyme with ass is no fun in middle school, let me tell you."
"Kids gave you hard time?"
I shrugged. "Skinny girl, always the new kid. Dad was out of the picture since almost day one. Mom would swoop in and pretend she'd want me and take me for a few months, then bring me back again. I went back and forth until Gramps put his foot down and said I was going to high school here. He and Nan got custody and I did all right, I guess." Dane's fingers never stopped swirling over my skin, soothing me. "Except for dating Chad. But I thought that was a good idea at the time. He was popular. Gramps never liked him, though."
"No?"
"I'd taken community college classes and worked to save money. I was going to go to college out of state but Chad talked me out of it. He didn't want me to move so far away. Gramps and I got in a huge fight about it and I moved out."
"Then you married?"
I shrugged. "Chad asked. I thought it was a good idea at the time. Then he got his head straight and went to college and law school. His parents helped pay, but I held a job."
"You supported him."
I nodded.
"And then he cheated on you, and kicked you out."
My forehead wrinkled. It didn't sound right, the way he said it.
"He said that the house mortgage was in his name, and even though I paid for the deposit and the mortgage, most of the money in the joint account is his. He said a judge would rule in his favor. Plus, I didn't want a fight. I wanted him back," I said.
Dane's hand swirled over my bare skin. "And now?"
"I don't know. I want to move on. I wish that the last eight years of my life weren't such a waste."
"They weren't, babygirl. But things are about to get a whole lot better."
"They are?"
"Yep. You need someone to fight for you. Your Gramps did it. Now it's my turn."
For a moment, I believed it. I felt like he'd lifted a huge weight off me and settled it on his own more than capable shoulders.
Then I tensed. "I can't ask you to do that."
"You're not asking. I'm telling."
He rolled into me, wrapping me up in his massive arms. His large hand tucked my head close to his chest. I couldn't help it; my whole body relaxed. "I'm a man who knows what he wants. I want you."
My brain rebelled one last time. "Dane—"
"Hush."
Again with the sexy rumble, and a command that sent me straight to happy Cassie land.
How does he do that? my brain sounded awestruck.
Who cares? You love it, my body said, before sliding into sleep.
Chapter 4
Monday, I answered the phone to Dane's rich growl.
"Got a name for you. Write this down."
I swiveled at my work desk, grabbing for a pen even as I teased, "So bossy."
"Babe," he said, and it was enough to make me wet.
"Ready." I wrote down the name and number. "Who's this?"
"Lawyer. Specializes in divorce, owes me a solid. I told him your situation and he says don't wait to call."
I froze. "Dane…"
"Cassandra. Your ex can't walk all over you. Not anymore."
"Dane," I whispered.
"You need someone to fight for you. I'm that man. But this isn't my arena. So talk to t
he lawyer. At least know your options."
"I'll call him."
"You'd better. Or you answer to me."
"Mmm, I might like that."
His chuckle rumbled through the phone and I crossed my legs, afraid of soaking the chair.
"You would, baby. I'd make sure of it."
An hour later, I had a notepad full of legal advice. It seemed that Chad exploited my ignorance of the system and unwillingness to stand up for myself. Any assets acquired during marriage were joint assets, the lawyer told me. That meant the house and car and all property were equally his and mine.
Dane's friend, who not only owed him a favor but seemed to have run in with my ex and didn't particularly like him, would send a letter outlining my requirements. It even demanded repayment for the storage unit… and the cost of reframing Gramp's picture.
I would make it easy on Chad to get out of the marriage. Easy, but fair.
You think Chad will take this lying down? my brain fretted.
No. But neither will Dane.
And if it came to a fight, my money was on my Devil Dog.
* * *
Friday, I was still on a high. The lawyer had mailed the letter to Chad and instructed me to wait. Dane had spent the week moving my stuff to Nan's, bringing her lunch and keeping her entertained. The muscled Marine was a one man moving service. Some of the larger stuff ended up at his place, and after I'd hung a few pictures and arranged the furniture—including my favorite green couch and leather chesterfield chair—to my liking, we spent some time breaking it in. Wednesday, Dane tied my arms to a bar tucked behind my elbows, but bound my wrists in front so I could fetch things. I spent the night getting him beers, or lying over his lap as he played with my ass and watched the game. After inserting the butt plug, he tied my thighs together and demanded a blow job, then bent me over the leather armchair, delivering a light spanking before fucking me from behind.
Now, two days later, I was ready for more. Lying in bed, I texted Dane.
"I'm wet…"
My phone vibrated two seconds later. "You ready for me, babygirl?"
"I want you. I want to touch…"
"Wait."
My pussy clenched. "Yes, Daddy."
I spent the next few minutes fussing with the camera, taking and sending a sexy picture. If I angled the camera above my face, I could pout and still hide my double chin.