by Selena Kitt
"I'm waiting…" I texted and sent the photo.
"You in bed?"
"Yes."
"Bra off."
"Left hand to nipple, pinch for me."
Oooh. "I want to come."
"Touch yourself. But hold off. If you go before I say, you'll be punished."
My pussy spasmed. I slid a hand down the front of my shorts.
"Punished?" I texted back.
Nothing. I laid down the phone and did as he commanded, pinching my nipples and working myself to the brink. Getting ready for my man.
The roar of pipes outside my window told me when he'd arrived.
"Outside."
I ran downstairs. Dane's giant shadow waited outside the door, a bag in hand.
"Nan's asleep." I practically dragged him inside. He nodded and cupped my bottom as we headed to the stairs. At the top, he pulled me close and kissed me. As his hands dug into my ass, drawing me deeper against him, I heard something clink in the bag.
"Is that for me?" I asked breathlessly.
"Patience, babygirl."
We teetered to the bedroom, where he undressed me, his little touches driving me wild.
"Were you a good girl for me?"
"Yes," I breathed.
His hand clapped on my bottom. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, baby."
He sat me on the bed and showed me what he'd brought.
A set of fabric cuffs. A towel wrapped around a brand new, chrome-plated chain. Several bottles of lube.
Wait, a chain?
Dane lifted the shining silver length. "Babygirl," he called my attention to him, away from my panicking brain.
"What's that?" I asked, nervous and curious at the same time.
"Your reward."
"Looks like punishment."
"It'll feel really, really good." He flashed white teeth. "You trust me?"
* * *
I lay on my back on several layers of towels, cuffed to the headboard, my bottom propped up on a towel-covered pillow. My knees were bent with my ankles on the bed, placed a bit wider than my hips, so they framed my pussy. Dane sat between my legs, eyes intent on my center as he fed the chain very slowly into my pussy, one link at a time. It didn't feel uncomfortable, just a slight stretching, a fullness.
He's putting a chain in you! my brain shouted.
The rest of my body checked in with my vagina.
Oh my god, heaven, my vagina drooled.
"You good, baby?" he murmured, applying more lube. He'd gone through one bottle already, anointing each chain link before inserting. I couldn't speak, but he took my half smile and fluttering eyes. My body felt full, so full, from the metal weight. He'd bought it new and washed it carefully beforehand, checking for rough spots or anything that might pinch. With each new link, the weight settled inside of me, pressing deliciously against my secret places. My vagina never thought it could feel this good.
With each link, Dane's fingers brushed against me, pushing and playing, heightening my overwhelmed senses, adding torturous pleasure.
It's a chain! My brain ran in frantic circles, wringing its hands.
The rest of my body sat on it.
Dane thumbed my clit and my body clenched, and the chain pressed against places I didn't know I had, introducing me to a whole new world of goodness. I was beyond happy Cassie land, in some new universe, where a muscled man tended to my lady bits and did things words cannot describe.
Dane worked me up and down and again and again, until I was a drooling mess on the bed.
"Please," I moaned.
"No, baby." He took his hand away from my clit and played with my breasts and nipples instead. Then his hands drifted down and the teasing started again.
"Someday, I'll have you move around with this. You might be able to walk around with chain in you, won't that be interesting?"
"Oh, god," I moaned. He intended to do this again? I would not survive. No more trips to happy Cassie land: I was going to be a permanent resident.
"Dane," I whimpered. "It's too much."
"You're being so good for Daddy." He stretched his massive body beside me, letting his hand wander. I watched it travel over me.
"You good, baby?" Dane asked for the umpteenth time, and I somehow managed a nod. "You ready for more?"
MORE? My body screamed with fear and delight.
He reached over and drew out one last thing from the bag. A vibrating bullet.
"Oh, god."
"You have a foot of chain inside you."
"Oh, god."
"I'll give you moment and insert the rest."
"Oh, god. You may want to gag me."
"No way. I want them to hear you in the next neighborhood."
A few minutes later, the entire world heard me.
"Dane," I groaned, long and loud. "I have to cum."
"Not yet, baby. Hold off for me."
"Please, please, please," I begged breathlessly.
"Tell me when you're too close." With a lazy grin, he turned on the bullet.
The bullet vibrated, moving the whole chain inside me, shaking against the walls of my vagina. My brain swooned, and my body was close behind.
"Dane," I panted, ready to shatter.
He turned it off.
"Lowest setting." He pretended to frown. "We'll have to work on that."
He moved between my legs again with an intent look that I'd come to love and worship. It always meant good things for me.
"Get ready, baby."
I was ready, already there, wondering what he had in store.
Somehow my body waited for his command. He'd told me to hold off cumming before, made me bear down and wait, and I'd done okay. We talked about more extensive practice in the future.
He touched me again, and this time didn't hold back. Within a second I went from zero to a hundred… to a million bajillion.
The vibrator turned on and did its work and I called out, beyond coherent words, but he knew I'd gone over. As I orgasmed, he yanked the chain out.
I didn't know what happened next, I might have passed out, or just gone to the farthest reaches of happy Cassie land. My entire body quaked. The earth moved, the solar system, the universe…
I still shook when Dane slammed into me, covering me with his body as he drove his cock inside. His hard length caught my g-spot (at this point everything felt like a g-spot) and set me off again. I may have spurted. There was too much lube. My brain was gone, my body totally swallowed up in pleasure. There was only Dane and his awesome muscles flexing as he pumped in and out of me. He cried out my name as he came.
Eventually his arms slid around me, grounding me.
I reached for words.
"Fuck." I said. "Fuck." I tried again. "Fuck me."
"Just did, baby."
I tried, but I couldn't think of anything else. Dane had literally fucked my brains out.
* * *
"You good, baby?" he rumbled after some time.
"I am awesome. Anytime you want to yank my chain, Dane…"
He chuckled.
"You are a god. Or the devil. I can't decide."
"Baby," he purred, and set off tiny spasms inside me. "You like your chain?"
"Um, yes, I like my chain. I love my chain. I want to have its babies."
More rumbling laughs, and I fell asleep, thinking of how nice it would be to spend the rest of my life in my Devil's arms.
* * *
I didn't know how long we slept, but I woke to someone shouting my name.
"Cass!"
I was out of bed before my body even registered the voice.
Whaa? my well-fucked body asked.
Chad, my brain confirmed.
"Cassandra?" Dane was out of bed, too, on his feet and sounding more alert than I was. Must be all his Marine training, along with the muscles and the easy way he moved, light on his feet.
"Stay here," I blurted, grabbing a robe and rushing out.
"Cassandra, wait," Dane commanded, but I ignored the command and flew down the steps towards the front door.
Chad stood in a pool of porch light, banging on the front door, and my only thought was that he'd wake Nan. He kept calling and pounding. In the middle of the night! He knew my nan had been sick. Dick!
I didn't want Dane to see him. He might not like the guy I was with—clean cut and polo shirted, boy-next-door versus fuck-god with tats and a bike. Dane might judge me.
Besides, it was my mess, and I needed to deal with it.
With my new Devil boosted self-confidence, I was strong enough to do it.
"What?" I ripped open the door.
"What the fuck is this?" He held up a white sheaf of papers. I blinked at it before recognizing my lawyer's letterhead.
I pulled the robe around me more and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I learned my rights."
"Really? You're going to dig in now? It's been a fucking year."
"Lower your voice," I hissed. "Nan's asleep. You know she isn't well."
"If you fight me—I will make you pay."
I felt heat at my back and knew Dane had come to the rescue.
"I'm not fighting anything, Chad. You can have your divorce. Just on equal terms."
"You fucking bitch—"
"Enough," Dane growled. His hands drew me backwards and he stepped between me and my ex.
Chad's head tilted up to take in the Devil Dog, all six feet of him. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm the man in Cassandra's life. And you can't talk to her that way."
"Really? You're fucking my wife, and you're telling me how I can talk to her?"
"Lower your voice." There wasn't any trace of warmth in the rumbling bass. "She isn't your wife. Not anymore."
"The papers—"
"Are a formality. You need to leave. If you want to speak to Ms. Brass, you do it through her lawyer, like the letter says."
"The fuck I will." Chad started to push forward. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, get inside to make more of a scene, or what, but I noticed two things at once. His car angled wildly at the curb. And the slow, slightly off-balance way he moved.
"Chad, are you drunk?"
"Fuck you. Fucking slut."
Dane planted a hand in the center of my ex's chest. I didn't see him shove Chad. Dane just stepped forward and my ex flew across the lawn backwards, stumbling and falling.
My mouth gaped open as Chad flailed in the yard, shouting more obscenities, enough to wake the neighbors.
"Next time I say wait, Cassandra, you wait," Dane told me, before transferring his attention to the man still shouting on the lawn.
I nodded, mouth still open.
"Go call the cops, then check on your nan," Dane ordered, and headed for my ex.
"Call off your dog, bitch," Chad yelled before starting to lurch to his car.
I stood frozen.
"Cassandra, now." Dane's voice snapped me out of my stupor, and I went and reported Chad's scene before running to check on Nan. She was still sleeping, thank god. Her pills must be as good as she said. Not even flashing blue and red lights and more drunken screaming bothered her.
I stepped outside for a moment and watched Dane talk to the cops. One of them stood with Chad. Dane waved me back and I was all too willing to go back inside and wait.
He found me sitting at the kitchen table, my head in my hands.
"Is he gone?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry." My life was such a mess. What guy wanted to stick around for all this?
"Cassandra."
I raised my head. Dane stood like a monolith in the small kitchen, dominating the space. Everything about his voice and look was gentle.
"Come here, babygirl."
I padded to his open arms and hugged him, pressing my face against his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"That was humiliating."
"It wasn't you, baby."
"He was nasty. I didn't want you to see that."
"Wasn't you, baby."
"I married him. You must think I'm so stupid."
He touched my cheek. "Never."
I rose onto tiptoes and kissed him. When it was done, I hugged him with a sigh.
"I'm so embarrassed."
"For what?"
"Chad. That scene."
"I was worse," he said bluntly. "The day I learned my friends got taken out by an IED while I was back home fighting my medical discharge, I cleaned out a shelf at the liquor store. Got so wasted, woke up the next day and I'd parked my truck on the curb."
"Dane," I whispered, my body trembling. He lifted me and carried me upstairs. My arms twined around his neck and I buried my face in the curve between his neck and shoulder.
Once upstairs, he laid me on the bed, facing him, and wrapped me up in his big body. I was cozy, safe and warm, but couldn't stop thinking about Chad stumbling around my lawn. Dane talking to the cops while they hauled Chad away. The suburban golden boy gone south. Decent package, rotten core.
And I had married him.
What did that say about me?
I tried hard to stop the thoughts, to stay quiet, but a sniffle and a few tears slipped out.
"You're all right, babygirl." The massive arms squeezed me closer.
I relaxed, but no more tears came.
"Dane—"
"Hush, baby. It'll wait until morning."
* * *
The next morning, I woke alone. A sick feeling spread through the pit of my stomach. Dane was gone, but between the events of last night and my own insanity, I wasn't surprised.
The vibrating bullet still sat on my dresser with two bottles of lube. I put it in the drawer with a sigh. It would have to serve as a reminder of the best sex I'd had in my life. I doubted I'd ever get as good again. The thought was too depressing so I tugged on my robe and started for the stairs to check on Nan.
When I got downstairs, I heard voices, and padded into Nan's room to find her and Dane sitting across from each other, chatting.
"Cassandra," Nan trilled. "I hear you had quite a night."
"Morning, Nan," I mumbled, still hesitating. Was Dane just lingering to say goodbye to Miss Maddie before leaving forever? Part of me wished I'd brushed my hair and at least tried to look sexy.
"Hey baby," Dane greeted me.
"Hey," I said. "You leaving?"
"No, just got back." He shifted and picked something up and held it out to me. A to-go cup with the Bean Counter logo. I took it warily, and sipped. It was my favorite latte, made to perfection.
I blinked and tears were there. "You remembered."
"Baby." He stood up. Behind him, Nan sat with a quiet smile on her face. I let Dane maneuver me to the kitchen.
"Come here." He wrapped me up, strong arms at my back, muscled chest under my cheek. The faint scent of his body wash enveloped me and I relaxed at the familiar, comforting fragrance.
"I'm sorry." I wiped tears away.
"It's okay," he said softly. "You had a rough night."
"You're still here."
"Uh, yeah." He frowned. "Where else would I be?"
"I don't know… gone."
His look softened. "I'm not your mom. I'm not your ex."
"No. I'm beginning to realize that." He was like my gramps. "But if you left I wouldn't blame you."
"There's ugly stuff happening, Cassandra, but you aren't any part of it. Your ex lost you because of his mess making him blind to what he had. He screwed up his life. I cleaned up mine. You're my reward."
Holy wow, both my body and brain breathed.
"I don't want you to see this," I whispered, unable to fully believe him. "What sort of man wants a woman with all this baggage?"
"The type of man who needs something to fight for. That's me, baby. I was born to fight for something. Thought it was my country, spent months moping around. But now I know—it's you."
His words burned into my brain and I couldn't breathe.
; "There's more you need to know," Dane continued. "When I got back from the sandbox, I wanted to die. My friends had. My life seemed pointless. I needed something to live for. I was a hundred times a mess. Took me awhile to figure out honor, courage, commitment don't just apply over there. They're what we need when we come home to the ones we love."
Love? I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. "Gramps used to say something like that. That we were his patriotic duty. He'd say he had orders to 'keep his women folk happy.'"
"I'm glad your nan had that. You deserve it, too. Okay?"
"Okay." And I was.
Dane lifted my chin. "Besides, if I left now, half your stuff is at my apartment. I'd just be going home to you." He rested his forehead against mine. "I like going home to you, Cassandra."
Warmth spread through me, and I was back in happy Cassie land. It was a quieter and gentler place than it had been last night, but it was the same place. His arms slid around me again and I relaxed against my Devil Dog, feeling more content than I had in a long time. Since before Gramps died, actually.
"Whatever happens, we'll deal with it," Dane's voice rumbled in his chest, under my ear.
I lifted my head and wrinkled my nose at him. "You certainly dealt with Chad, with your Marine super powers."
He cocked a head at me, smiling.
"Gramps had those, too. Though I don't think he could throw a man across his front lawn with a single push. That was… impressive."
"Glad you think so." He squeezed me and sighed, and I realized Dane was in his happy place too. With me. Maybe he needed someone to look at him like a hero again.
Maybe we both did it for each other.
He misinterpreted my faraway look. "You miss him?"
"Chad?"
"No. Your gramps."
"Yeah. You remind me so much of him."
"That a good thing?"
"Definitely." I stayed quiet for a pause and Dane did what he did best; hold me tight, his entire being focused on me. "But I feel really guilty, actually. The last time we had a real conversation, I was here, and we fought over Chad. We disagreed, of course, and I walked out and moved in with Chad. Gramps and I spoke a few times after, but I never got to tell him 'I'm sorry.'" I stared up at Dane, my voice hitching again. "I don't know if he ever forgave me. I don't know if I forgive myself."
"He did," Dane rumbled. I stared up at him, wanting to believe.
To my surprise, he let go of me. "Wait here, baby." He walked off in the direction of the living room and returned from the living room with two framed pictures in hand. He had a funny look on his face as he handed me the frame.