[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, pegging, sex toys, HEA]
Kinky never looked so normal.
When a wife is faced with the question of what she is willing to do for love, her answer is…anything. She sets aside her own inhibitions to fulfill her husband's wildest fantasies.
But at what cost to her peace of mind? What do you do when you’ve been appointed your husband’s Domme by Default?
Warning: This story includes erotic M/F BDSM sex and related activities including anal play/sex/toys, a home improvement–challenged husband, a snarky, sarcastic wife, and the portrayal of a kinder, gentler side of BDSM.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 STARS: "I guess I should start by saying I am a huge fan of Tymber Dalton’s work, Domme by Default is a perfect example why. Domme by Default has just jumped to the top of my reread list!! When I tell you this is an amazing book that is a bit of an understatement. Yet again Tymber has managed to write a book that grabs you by the heart from line one. According to the Author’s note this one is more than a little autobiographical, and that makes it all that much better! This one is a little different, because you never learn the names of the main characters. It is told in the first person, but slips back and fourth beautifully between Him and Her.This wife finds herself in a situation with her husband that she never saw coming. To say she has a wonderful loving husband is an understatement. Both of them are in their second marriage, and have found a love they didn’t expect to find. Her husband has just told her he needs something from her and she will have to dig deep down to provide it for him. She has been hinting to him that she wants him to be a little more dominate with her, but he reveals to her that he wants her to be his Mistress. This kinda throws her for a major loop, but she is willing to try because she loves him more than anything in this world besides her child. That roll of Mistress is not an easy one for her to fill and she has to rely on a friend of hers to help her through. Their journey in discovering their way through their new lifestyle is so touching because you can see the love they each have for the other. My heart broke with her when she made her first solo trip to the “toy store”. Lawd are these two smoking hot together, and when the submission is added in it makes it all that much hotter. This is one of those books that will stay with me for a while. Tymber writes couples that are so real that you finish the book feeling like you have just left a visit with a good friend. I have to say I identified with the husband in this one so much. I love books like this that get you to reflecting on yourself. I can’t recommend this one enough. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I have!!" -- KC Lu, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
I found myself standing outside the adult store, remembering a completely polar opposite set of circumstances that brought me here the last time.
Nicely Naughty was actually a better class of adult establishment than you saw in many places. It fulfilled the apparently legislative requirements of being a minimum distance from churches and schools, was painted purple and pink on the outside, used lots of neon, and was located slap next door to a tattoo parlor.
I stood beside my car, staring. I didn’t want to do this. But I thought of the man waiting for me at home, eagerly anticipating my return, the hope in his eyes and his bare ass in the air…
I closed my eyes, fighting my tears.
I didn’t want to do this.
I remembered when he held my hand, strong, comforting—and more than just a wee bit seductively—as we walked in together the last time we visited this store. During a particularly hot night of pillow talk we’d jokingly decided to buy a vibrator. Not that I needed one, because he was the Man With the Golden Tongue, as far as I was concerned.
We’d walked in, me with my face beet red and trying to meld into his body. I pressed so close as the friendly and oddly chipper young salesgirl showed us to the wall of vibrating wonder. We’d left with a fairly plain, tame purple one that only resembled a real-life penis in that it was slightly phallic-shaped.
I stared at the front windows as I recalled his voice that night. “That vibrator won’t buy itself.”
And now, here I was. Alone.
I didn’t want to do this.
I got back into my car and sat with my forehead resting against the steering wheel. If I returned home empty-handed with a lame excuse, could I face the crushing disappointment in his eyes? He would nod and look away and be a good sport about it. But like always, he would know I was lying. He would spare me from telling the truth.
He would be a good husband for me.
I cried. I didn’t want to do this.
And he did.
Little girls dream of white knights and superheroes who keep them safe and sane and secure. They dream of being protected and cherished. Unless they are into a little kink, they don’t dream of whips and handcuffs and anal plugs.
Unless it’s their guy wielding them.
They certainly don’t usually dream of being the one holding them, using them on the man they cherish.
I sat back and wiped my face. I thought about the series of IMs I’d exchanged over several days as I tried to come to terms with this with a friend of mine who I knew was into “the lifestyle.”
Get what you want to get him. It’s your call. You’re in charge.
But I didn’t “want” to get him one. He wanted it. He’d finally found a deep inner well of courage to quietly admit this to me.
I’d done a little online research with wide-eyed terror. Ironically, I didn’t feel I could buy something like this sight unseen for fear of it being too big.
Tony’s ever-helpful advice?
Get him a small and a medium, tell him to go play with them. Don’t forget the lube.
I swallowed hard and looked at the store and thought about my sweet husband’s face, the eager anticipation in his eyes when I’d told him I was going shopping…for him.
I didn’t want to do this.
But as I stepped out of the car, I knew that’s exactly why I had to.
“Go get changed, baby. I left your clothes on the bed. It’s what I want you to wear.”
She grinned and raced out of the kitchen.
My cock throbbed and I fought the urge to follow her and fuck her right then.
I could get used to this.
I took her to one of our favorite restaurants. When the waitress appeared to take our orders, I immediately ordered for my wife without asking her, knowing what she liked. Her playful smile stirred my cock again. Maybe we wouldn’t make the movie after all.
It was a good dinner. We talked, laughed, enjoyed each other’s company.
When we finished and the waitress brought the check, I immediately reached for it, pulling my wallet out, calculating the tip, not even showing her the bill.
She sat back and smiled.
I still opened doors for her, because as far as I was concerned it’s what good husbands do. I bought our movie tickets without asking if she wanted to see what I’d picked. I paid for the popcorn and soda and led her by the hand to the seats I wanted.
As the lights dimmed and the opening previews rolled, she leaned into my side and one hand dropped to my lap. My cock throbbed inside my pants and I grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it.
“Not here,” I whispered. “I’ll come in my pants.”
She laced her fingers through my hand and snuggled tightly against me. “Later?”
I nuzzled her temple and whispered in her ear, “If you’re a good girl.”
There was no mistaking her low, hungry moan. I knew if I slipped my hand inside her panties I’d find her soaking wet.
My heart raced. Part of me wanted to drag her out of there right then and fuck her in the backseat of the car, but my mind whirled. I’d waffled about part of my plan, not sure if I had the balls to do it.
Now, I knew I did.
After the movie I firmly clasped her hand in mine and led her to the car. I’d parked far out in the lot, the passenger door facing away from the building. I set a slow, leisurely pace. By the time we reached the car, traffic from our movie crowd had thinned considerably.
And the lot was dark.
I gripped her right hand as I helped her in, then stopped her from swinging her legs inside the car. “Put your purse down,” I ordered.
She set it on the floor and looked up at me, not speaking.
I’d turned off the dome light. The area was dark, and our car sat alone in a pool of inky blackness in the parking lot.
“Unzip me,” I commanded.
She swallowed hard, but did.
“Suck me, baby.”
She nearly took my knees out, she went down so hard and deep on me. I gripped the back of her head firmly and groaned, trying not to shoot my load down her throat that fast.
I kept an eye out, no one around.
My wife always knew how to give me a great blow job, but tonight’s was beyond compare. She eagerly worked her lips and tongue down my shaft, and I fisted my hands in her hair and fucked my hips against her face.
“Get ready,” I gasped.
She moaned as I came, swallowing every drop. I had to lean against the car for support because my legs were shaking.
I had to make her let go. She didn’t want to stop sucking me, and I’d already started getting hard again.
Patting the top of her head, I said, “That was very good, baby. Good girl. Zip me up so I can take you home.”
She carefully tucked me away and looked up at me with eager eyes and a gorgeous smile.
I leaned in and kissed her. “That was fucking fantastic. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah!” Her voice sounded breathless, eager.
She’d be jumping me as soon as we walked in the door, I suspected. The question was, did I have enough willpower to finish the game I’d started for her?
When we got home, she tried to squirm against me in the foyer and I carefully untangled her, firmly gripping her wrists. “Go get in bed and wait for me,” I softly commanded. “Naked.”
She ran to do it.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself not to race her to the bedroom.
Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay, naked, in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.
“Like this?” she asked.
I leaned against the doorjamb. “Almost.” I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.
“You won’t look right until I’ve got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby.”