Page 107 of Naughty Dreams
“This ends soon. We’re going to get your ass out of that bed and go somewhere.”
“Don’t want to go anywhere.”
“I don’t give a shit. Go to sleep, Dory.”
A pleasant female voice intruded on the memory. “I should have asked if you need my help five minutes ago, but watching you two took away my power of speech. Logan, my husband, says that can’t be done without a gag, so I’ll be delighted to tell him he’s wrong.”
Startled enough to be amused, DJ focused on the store employee. As with most women, the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. She’d lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “You’re a tree in the forest, aren’t you?”
“A sapling that never filled out.” A shot of pain went through his heart as he remembered who said that.
A voice from a fresh grave.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
“DJ? Are you all right?”
“You know my name.” Even with the hat and glasses, Foo Fighter T-shirt and nondescript jeans, it was a stupid no-brainer. Or so he thought.
“Dory sounded personal. But DJ seemed like everyday use.”
Her quick insight impressed him. And if she didn’t know who he was, he was more than happy to keep it that way.
“I wouldn’t call you a sapling,” she continued. “Shoulders are wide, arms are strong, and you move with grace and power, like a seasoned stage performer. Your eyes also pack a hell of a punch. I’m Madison, the store owner. Welcome.”
Maybe because almost every woman flirted with him, or had to make a visible effort not to be flustered in his presence, he recognized the absence of those things right off.
Madison was in her thirties, with a great body, beautiful eyes, thick brown hair and a touchable face. Her black knit skirt was high on her thighs, the flowing sleeves of her sheer lavender blouse held at her elbows by tied drawstrings. The coin-sized mirrors embroidered in the V-necked shirt reflected the store lights.
The demi bra beneath the blouse was a darker shade of purple, and a dark green sash showed off her trim waist, plus the full breasts and generous hips. Chunky purple and green gemstone earrings dangled next to her throat. She wore a matching anklet on one of her black calf boots.
Her silver choker looked a lot like a collar, with a heart-shaped lock. DJ bet Logan had the key to that collar.
“Are you looking for something in particular, or were you just trying to drive him crazy?” Her green-gold hazel eyes had a diamond twinkle.
“He punched the gas on crazy long before he met me.”
Madison chuckled. “Have you explored this together, or with anyone else? I’m not being nosy, and you don’t have to share. It just helps me steer you toward your interests.”
It was a decent attempt to dispel his sudden tension, but what did it matter if his deepest, darkest needs were splashed across the headlines? The things they gloated over today, as if they’d learned something special to gain power over him, were forgotten tomorrow.
He knew what a power exchange really was.
Also, whether the afterlife was a white bearded guy, a bunch of dandelion floating souls, or a drifting collective murmuration, he was sure they wouldn’t give two rat fucks about what social media said about him.
If they did all become dandelion-firefly sparks, would he know the ones that were Steve, Tal and Pete? Would they know him? Were Steve and Lonnie floating together?
He suppressed the wave of dizziness. Roy might be right about him not eating enough. “Sorry. Can’t seem to stay out of my head. I don’t do it all that well on a good day, and today…well, it’s not so good. I’m pretty off.”
“You’re doing fine.” The kindness in her voice was a meal that offered generous helpings. “Looks like your subconscious is doing the shopping for you.”
He’d started fingering the merchandise again, moving from a wooden paddle with aNaughtycut out, to a pair of Velcro cuffs. His hand wanted to crawl inside the tunnel of the cuff like a woodland creature and find solace in its hold. Another chain attached to the one joining the cuffs. A smaller cuff dangled at its end, also adjustable. For girth, which was good.
Would Roy make it tight, so DJ felt its bite when his cock got hard, reminding him it was Roy’s to play with? To command? Another chain on the back of the collar fell straight down the wall, thanks to the weight of a thick hook. The chain was long enough to reach his ass crack.
Whoa. Yikes.His buttocks clenched, imagining where that hook was supposed to go, him pushed onto his toes as Roy pulled the chain taut between his ass and the collar.
“There are straps here for the waist and thighs, to hold the hook in place, and keep pressure off the throat.” Madison pointed them out. “You can accessorize it to wrap another strap around the testicles, and add weights. Or nipple clamps and a spreader bar. The chains can connect all of them and increase the restriction.”
