by Lee Savino
"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 legs, 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 he dictated. "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 the 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 both my ignorance of the system and my 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. The document 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.
“You got plans tonight?”Just seeing the text and imagining his large hand holding the phone waiting for my response gave me a tingle.
“Nope. All yours,” I texted back.
“You bet your sweet ass you are.”
I chortled, and glanced around to make sure none of my coworkers noticed.
“Dinner, my place, 7.”
“K. Can I bring anything...other than aforementioned ass?”
I imagined his beautiful lips creasing, breaking into a smile that dazzled whoever was lucky enough to be there to see it.
Oh my god, Cassie, what are you thinking? Do you have feelings for this guy?
Yes! my lady bits shouted.
Be careful, my brain warned. You just met him. It’s not smart to get sucked in so soon.
Whether it was smart or not, I couldn’t wait to get home to wash off the work day and complete the full “get ready for a hot date” ritual so I could drive over to Dane’s.
All clean and pretty in a light top and miniskirt, I bounced up to his apartment door and then sent him a “here!” text. I half expected him to be dressed to go out to eat, but when he opened the door he was barefoot, holding two sodas, wearing jeans with no shirt.
“Hey, baby.”
“Uhkk,” I said. My gaze wandered up and down and got lost in the perfection of his chest.
He grinned and took a step back. I kept staring, and finally he cocked his head to the side. “You wanna come inside?”
Speech seemed to be beyond me, so I walked wordlessly past him. His apartment looked the same, with one exception: next to the recliner stood a new coffee table laden with party food--chips, dip, hot wings, mini-pizzas and the like.
“Thought we’d take it easy, stay in, watch the game.”
The giant screen across from the large recliner was paused, displaying a blue team crouched in a line, facing a white team.
I deflated a little. A red blooded American male like Dane had to like sports or he’d lose his man card, but I’d hoped to avoid the game-n-quickie-before-bed rut for a little while, and we were only a few dates in.
Guess the honeymoon is over, snarked my brain.
“You like football?” Dane headed to the coffee table to set down his drink before returning to me.
I managed a half-hearted “sure,” and the twitch in the corner of his mouth told me he knew my thoughts. He caught my hand, pulled me close and tilted my face to his to give me a toe-curling kiss, after which I’d agree to anything.
“Sit,” he said. “You’ll like this football.”
I pivoted to comply, and stopped. “Uh, Dane. Where do I sit?”
His hands closed on my hips and his lips came to my ear. “Is that what you call me, babygirl?”
A thrill ran up and down my spine. I stopped myself before I shivered and shamelessly ground my ass against his front.
“No, Daddy,” I said in a breathless voice. “But the big chair’s for you, right?”
His hands still on my hips, he propelled me forward to the giant reclining armchair. At the last minute, he turned me, sat down first and pulled me into his lap. “Comfy?”
I couldn’t stop myself from wriggling a little. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” His deep voice rolled right through me, sending delicious vibrations to all the right places. “This is a nice skirt.” He toyed with the edge and flipped it up, gliding his hand up, up and stopping almost at my hip. I held my breath, waiting for him to delve between my legs, or nibble on my neck or—pretty please with sprinkles on top—rip off the skirt and have his way with me. Instead, his hand backtracked and smoothed my skirt down before grabbing the remote.
“Let’s watch the game.”
I bit my lip to keep from whining.
For the first few minutes it was fun. We cuddled and noshed on the food. Dane took every opportunity to touch me, a light stroke here, a brush of a knuckle there, until my hips rose involuntarily every time his hand skated close to my pussy. But he seemed enthralled with the game. I watched a little, but all I could tell was that the blue team had better cheerleaders than the white one.
“Which team are we rooting for?”
He gave me an amused look. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“Uh…” I glanced at the screen. “No.”
“Not a sports fan?”
“Is ‘bingo’ a sport? I used to go with Nan,
and I got pretty into it.”
That earned a big grin. “No.”
Folding me in his arms, he narrated as we watched the screen. I managed to listen to the litany of “that’s the quarterback, this is the second down, that’s a field goal,” and rewarded myself for my efforts with half a plate of nachos.
The white team rushed at the blue team for the umpteenth time, and I tried to hide a yawn.
“Had enough to eat?”
“Yes.” I opened my mouth, about to claim I was tired and say goodnight when his hand closed around my throat. All the breath whooshed out of me as his lips came to my ear.
“You trust me?”
Yes! my lady bits shouted, and my brain let me respond with a breathless, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Go to the bedroom. Strip, and put on what I left for you on the bed.”
He let go, and I rose with a smile.
“And Cassandra--” his warning tone made me pause and look back at him. “When I say ‘strip’ I mean everything. No panties, unless you want a red ass.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I held back a giggle, and I skipped to the bedroom, eager to find...a giant football jersey, and nothing else.
Humph. Guess the honeymoon is over.
Remembering Dane’s threat, I went ahead and stripped everything off—bra, panties, even my hair tie. I left the bedroom and paused at the end of the hall, unsure how sexy I looked covered from neck to mid-thigh by what basically amounted to an oversized night shirt. The way Dane’s eyes lit up when he saw me, the sight of the jersey of his favorite football team over my curves was the biggest turn on ever.
I gave him a shy smile, and he crooked a finger at me. As soon as I was close enough, he caught my wrist and brought me between his parted knees. His hands roamed up and down caressing me over the fabric, while the forgotten football game murmured in the background. His fingers slipped under the jersey and I shivered.
His mouth twitched. “Ticklish?”
“No,” I denied, because I was.
“Hmmm.” He didn’t sound convinced. I waited for the fun to start but he just kept me like that between his legs, exploring, enjoying my little twitches and mews.
I held onto his shoulders. “Now what?”
“Now you can get me a Coke.”