All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 6

  “We don’t have fields, you idiot,” she said, laughing.

  “We could darling, we could,” he said with a growl in his voice., the promise in his eyes making her panties wet.

  Tammy stood watching the exchange and glanced at Tyler to see his reaction. Seeing the grin on his face, she hoped she could have a similar conversation with him in the future.

  “Okay, you two, go so the women can talk about you. I need to tell this girl how to handle a Dom. Leave us.”

  Derek couldn’t resist and had to come back to the kitchen to kiss Dottie before he went downstairs, whispering in her ear as he reached down and pinched a nipple, “Don’t think you got away with it. I’ll make it up to you later.”

  The minute the door to the basement closed both women burst out laughing.

  “Ahhh, that was fun,” Dottie said, chuckling. “Sit down a minute, honey, then we’ll start lunch. If we don’t do anything, Derek will throw something together. Now, where should we start? Do you have questions, or what?”

  Tammy sat and took a deep breath. “Were you into this stuff before you met Derek?”

  “Oh hell no, I’d read some books, but didn’t know this happened in real life. The first time he spanked me, I came so hard I lost brain cells. Has Tyler spanked you yet?”

  “No, but the orgasms he gives me, I didn’t know it could be that good.” And they both started giggling again.

  “Tammy, do you know anything about the lifestyle?” Dottie asked, since she wasn’t sure where to start or what Tammy wanted to know.

  “Like you, I’ve read a few books, but don’t know what’s fiction and what’s reality. Tell me about this club.” Tammy really wanted to go now.

  “It’s the neatest place. The first time Derek took me, I was really scared. He took me early before there were people there and showed me around and explained everything to me. I love the theme rooms the best. I really like role playing. It was one of the first things Derek and I did, and I loved it. We have some books here you could read, and I’ll answer any questions you have, so don’t be shy about asking me anything.”

  “Thanks, I’ll take you up on that offer. What did you mean by theme rooms and role play? That sounds like fun.”

  “The first time we did it, I was a little scared, but Derek made it fun. The club has rooms decorated in different themes, and you can use them to play out your fantasies. I had always had the fantasy that I was captured by an evil sultan and the second time we went to the club, Derek and I played out that fantasy. He took me to be his slave girl. That night when we came to the club, Derek had a harem girl outfit waiting for me, and he changed into sultan robes, another brain cell losing night. I’ve lost so many brain cells since I met Derek I’m surprised I’m not a vegetable, but I guess they grow back.” She giggled, rubbing her hand over her stomach.

  “He or she is playing soccer, want to feel?” Dottie asked her.

  “Cool, if you don’t mind. You don’t know what it is?” Tammy asked as she placed her hand carefully over Dottie’s distended stomach.

  “No, we want to be surprised,” Dottie answered, moving Tammy’s hand so that she could feel.

  “Wow! That’s so neat. Does it hurt?” Tammy had never known anybody who was pregnant before. This was the first time she had felt a baby that was still inside the mother.

  “No, it kind of tickles, but I hate it when he or she jumps on my bladder. All I seem to do is pee, like every five minutes. I should have offered you something to drink. Do you want some iced tea or water? I’d love a glass of juice. Since I’ve been pregnant, I’ve craved juice.”

  “Sure, tell me where everything is and I’ll get us both drinks. Should I call down to the guys and see if they want anything?”

  “No, Derek has a fridge in the playroom and they can get beer and stuff in there, plus they’ll be sampling some of the new wines Derek found. He comes home with new bottles all the time, and I can’t have any right now. Pisses me off,” Dottie said, giggling again. Since she had gotten pregnant, she giggled at everything.

  Tammy got drinks for both of them and took Dottie’s to her. “Now about lunch, what should I start?”

  Dottie thought a minute and said, “How about we do some burgers and a salad? Derek will come up and do the burgers on the grill, and if you pull everything out, we can work together and chop stuff for the salad while I sit here. I really do need to try and stay off my feet. They keep swelling like little balloons, I guess to match the rest of me. I’m so fat.”

  Derek opened the basement door just in time to hear her statement. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you one hundred times, you are not fat. You’re beautiful and I love you all the more for it. It’s my baby that’s making you like this. You just know he is going to be big like his daddy.” Derek was six feet eight inches tall and probably weighed close to three hundred pounds. He was like a mountain.

  Tyler followed him up the stairs and said, “We came up to see what you girls had planned for lunch, since Derek says it’s time for Dottie to eat.”

  Derek looked at Dottie sternly and said, “You know what the doctor told you.” Dottie had been having trouble with her blood sugar and the doctor had her on a very strict schedule, which Derek made sure she maintained.

  “Yes, Sir, I’m drinking my juice,” Dottie answered him, holding up her glass.

  “Good girl,” he said, kissing her head and hugging her.

  “I was just showing Tammy our little soccer player, and we were thinking a salad and burgers for lunch. Do you want to cook them outside while we fix the salad?” she asked Derek, hoping he would get the hint.

  They had an indoor grill, but she wanted some more time alone with Tammy and wouldn’t get it if they cooked inside.

  “Sure, Tyler and I will take the stuff outside while you girls make the salad.” Derek answered her, taking the hint.

  They gathered what they needed and headed out while Tammy got the things they wanted out for the salad.

  While the girls chopped the fixings for salad and burger toppings, they talked some more.

  “You said something about a dungeon in the house?” Tammy asked. She really enjoyed talking with Dottie and how open Dottie was being with her.

  “Yes, even though Derek is an owner of the club, he likes to play at home sometimes and we have a small room in the basement. When the guys come back in I’ll ask if I can show it to you. I’m not allowed down there by myself. Don’t worry, it isn’t scary.”

  “What do you mean you’re not allowed in there? You’re a grown woman, can’t you do what you want? Does he order you around, too?” Tammy was a little put out that Derek thought he could tell Dottie what to do and when.

  “Honey, in a D/s relationship, like Derek and I have, he, the Dominant, gives me parameters to follow. It’s a power exchange. I give him the power over my body and he in return promises to care for me and gives me pleasure and punishment. If I fail to follow his instructions or do something that could cause me harm, I get in trouble and face punishment. It isn’t as bad as it sounds. Even though I may be punished, I have all the control to stop anything that pushes my limits too much. I can’t stop just because I want to, but if it’s too much, I do have control. Derek gave me two safe words when we started playing. The use of one of these words will either stop or slow down whatever we are doing at any time. I really have the control.”

  “Let me get this right—you’re in charge?” Tammy wasn’t sure she understood.

  “Not exactly. Derek is in charge, but I can stop things if I need to. He pushes me to accept things and if I get overwhelmed or it becomes too much, I can tell him I need to slow down or stop. Then we discuss what went wrong and decide whether to continue or not. I’ve only used a safe word once and Derek did that on purpose. He wanted to make sure I would stop him before it was too much. I almost didn’t. I let him push me much farther than I should have because I trusted him so. And I got punished for it. A good dominant will push you, but the
y always try not to go beyond a certain point. Derek wants me to explore my limits and pushes me every chance he gets, but always seems to know right when to stop. If you find someone you’re in tune with, they will do the same for you. You will be given safe words in case something goes wrong or you need a break. Derek gave me two words that I wouldn’t normally say to use when we play. The words need to be something fairly easy to remember. Some people use the stoplight system. Red for ‘stop,’ yellow to slow down, and green for ‘I’m good.’ It’s up to you and your Dom. Derek and I use ‘monkey’ to slow down, and ‘elephant’ to stop.” Dottie giggled again.

  “Why do you need two words, wouldn’t one work?” Tammy was really confused now.

  “I suppose one word would work, but this way it lets Derek know whether I’m overwhelmed or just need a break. For example one night he had me on the cross and I got a cramp in my leg…I said ‘monkey’ and he stopped to find out what was wrong and rubbed the cramp out. He made sure I was okay and gave me some water and juice before we started again. If I had said ‘elephant’ he would have stopped and checked on me but we probably wouldn’t have gone on for the rest of the night. Remember the stoplights? Just like that yellow is proceed with caution and red is stop. Same thing,.” Dottie explained and she saw the light come on in Tammy’s head.

  “Oh I get it. That makes sense now. Is Tyler a Dom?”

  Dottie didn’t know what Tyler had told her and didn’t want to get in more trouble by answering, so she said, “Honey, that’s something you need to talk to him about. It’s not my place to tell you what he may or may not be into. Ask him.” That should keep her from more punishment. Although the thought of a good punishment made her tingly all over. Since she had been pregnant, Derek had been very careful of her and the baby, and it had been a long eight months.

  “You don’t know, or you won’t tell me?” Tammy demanded.

  Shit, thought Dottie, I can’t lie or my ass will really get it, but I can’t tell her either.

  “Tammy, you really need to ask him. It’s not my place to be discussing Tyler’s life. Would you like it if I discussed yours?” That should shut her up, Dottie thought, mentally patting herself on the back.

  “Oh, okay I get it, you’ll get in trouble for telling me.” Tammy answered.

  Kid caught on pretty quick, Dottie thought. “Something like that.”

  “Something like what?” Derek said, walking through the door with a plate of burgers, Tyler on his heels.

  “Umm…we were just talking about whether or not Tyler was a Dom. I told Tammy she would have to talk to him about that and she observed that if I told, I might get in trouble, is all Sir.” No point in lying, since she didn’t know how much they had heard.

  “Good answer, sweetheart, you’ll get a reward for that later,” Derek said to his wife, leaning over her to give her a deep kiss.

  Tyler walked over to Tammy and kissed her. “Did you two have a good talk?” he asked.

  “Yes, we did, and I learned a lot,” Tammy said, grateful that Dottie was so open. “Dottie’s great. I loved talking to her.”

  “Good, we’ll talk more in the truck on the way home,” Tyler told her and they all sat to eat.

  After they ate, the guys cleaned the kitchen while Tammy and Dottie went to the living room to continue their conversation.

  Tammy could tell that Dottie was tired and didn’t ask any more questions. When the guys came out she looked at Tyler and said, “I’m kind of tired, can we go? I hate to be rude, but I don’t want to fall asleep on the couch.” Which was exactly what Dottie was doing.

  Looking at her with gratitude in his eyes, Derek answered, “Thank you, it looks like my little Momma here is tired, too. I hope you both come back soon.”

  Dottie stirred when she heard Derek’s voice. “Huh, what?”

  Tyler leaned down and kissed her forehead. “We’re leaving, honey, you and Tammy need naps.”

  Tammy leaned down and hugged Dottie. Then they both left. Tammy hadn’t been lying, she was tired and settling in the middle of the truck seat, she snuggled into Tyler.

  “Tired, honey? Was it too much?” Tyler asked, worried about her. It hadn’t been that long since her ordeal.

  “A little, but a good tired,” Tammy answered, yawning.

  Tyler wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, then tuned the radio to soft music. He let her sleep while they drove home. They could talk later.

  Chapter Nine

  When they got to the condo, Tyler carried Tammy into the house and settled her in his bed. She could store her things in the other bedroom, but that was all she’d use it for.

  He still had to tell her more about the interview tomorrow and prepare her. And he needed to upgrade his security system. Something he knew needed done, but hadn’t had a reason to. He wanted a couple panic buttons for Tammy, just in case. He hoped she’d never need them, but wanted to make sure they were available. They would notify the local police and members of his team if anything happened.

  He sat down with his laptop to order what he needed and thought about the day and the discussion she had had with Dottie. What the girls didn’t know was that Derek had the house wired and they had heard every word. Dottie had done a great job of explaining everything to Tammy, and Tyler could tell she was curious. Was she curious enough to explore with him? How far could he push her? He liked the darker side of BDSM, but that wasn’t for everybody and once he got in full Dom mode, he was very strict. How would Tammy respond to all of that? He and Derek had talked, and Derek had advised him to go slow, but Tyler wasn’t sure he could go slow enough. He definitely didn’t want to scare her. Derek had told him to go with his gut. That was never a good thing for Tyler. Going with his “gut” had gotten him in trouble before.

  He ordered everything he needed for the security system, then went to lay down with his girl. Doms needed to cuddle, too.

  Grabbing a couple scarves from the drawer, he removed his clothes and grabbed a couple condoms. Then he crawled in beside Tammy and started undressing her. When he had put her in bed, he had left her clothes on her, but she wouldn’t need them now. He was going to introduce her to a little light bondage. Time to start training his girl.

  When Tammy woke up, Tyler was kneeling between her wide spread legs and leaning over her. He had a wicked grin on his face.

  “Hi, baby, sleep well?”

  Tammy went to reach for him and found she could only move her arms a small amount. Trying her legs they wouldn’t move either. “What the fuck?’

  “I thought we’d try a little bondage play baby. They aren’t too tight are they?” Tyler knew they weren’t, but wanted her to know she had some say.

  “No, it’s not tight, I’m just surprised. I guess this answers the question on whether you are a Dom or not.”

  “I guess so,” he answered, leaning down and licking one of her nipples. “Now no more talking unless I ask you a question, or I’ll have to punish you.” He told her in a deep, dark voice she had never heard before.

  He crouched up on all fours, bracing his hands on either side of her and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. “We’re going to have so much fun, baby.” He breathed against her lips. He was in full-out Dom mode, and Tammy had no idea what she was in for. He had put his toy bag beside the bed before he got in and he was going to introduce her to all kinds of kink.

  Reaching in his bag, he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. He was going to see how she responded to them. Kissing his way down to her chest, he slowly circled each little nipple with his tongue, licking and nipping at the areola, but not touching the nipples yet.

  Tammy was starting to arch her body on the bed and he could see her hands opening and closing, like she was trying to catch something, and he bet he knew what she was trying to grab.

  Finally taking a nipple in his mouth, he swirled his tongue over and over it until it was taut and Tammy was moaning. Grabbing one clamp, he applied it, tightening it to the point where he saw
her grimace.

  “Shit, what the hell is that it pinches?” she said with a groan.

  “It’s a nipple clamp. They can be used for pleasure or punishment. Weren’t you told not to talk?”

  “What am I in trouble for? I haven’t done anything bad, have I?” She whined, wishing she could get her hands free. She wanted to take the thing off her nipple, and she wanted to touch Tyler. She wasn’t sure she liked this, but her body was responding.

  “You weren’t in trouble until you started talking. I want you to be quiet.” Tyler admonished.

  She was so wet she was surprised she wasn’t lying in a puddle. The throbbing in her nipple was going straight to her clit and starting tingles there. She didn’t understand it, but she wanted more. The pain should be a turn-off, but it was turning her on. Maybe she was one of those freaks that liked pain. No, that couldn’t be right.

  When they had hurt her back, she hadn’t enjoyed that, but then they hadn’t wanted her to. Tyler seemed to be wanting her to enjoy this. It was torture, but a different kind of torture, not a bad kind. Sexual torture, was that what it was called? Should she let her body enjoy it? Could she stop it if she wanted to?

  She thought back to the conversation she had had with Dottie and all the things the woman had told her. Was this what it felt like to be submissive? There was so much she didn’t understand.

  “Tyler, is this what submissive is? Is that why you are doing this to me?” she asked quietly.

  “Yes, honey, this is what I do to my submissives. I wasn’t punishing you, and all the things I’m doing will increase your pleasure. Are you okay with what I’m doing? Did you and Dottie talk about safe words today?” He knew they had, but didn’t want to let her know that he’d been listening. Derek would be in some deep shit if Dottie knew he had the house wired for sound, and he wasn’t going to do that to his friend.

  They had only listened because he had wanted to know what Dottie was telling Tammy and be able to correct any misconceptions she may be left with. But Dottie had done such a good job that there wasn’t a lot left he needed to tell Tammy. If she had paid attention, she should know the basics.