Dressing Up & Hanging Out, Size Does Matter

Little mink eyes watched as his Mistress, and her friend Ziva, dressed for tonight’s entertainment.  They never gave a thought to him still being in the room and one thing he could safely say was that Nick was one lucky SOB and an even bigger ass. 

“Ziva, turn around and give us a full frontal of your world-class body in that outfit.”

Danny agreed.  Ziva was built in a way that could make an alpha male drop to his knees and promise her the world.  It would also make a beta mink weep with the unfairness of said world.  He would never be enough for Ziva; he was barely enough for Mistress P.

“Not funny, Penny” Ziva said, tugging at the barely there top Danny would love to stick his head inside.

“Stop tugging and let me see.”  Mistress slapped Ziva’s hands away from her chest and pulled her close with the open eyelets in the fabric descending between her luscious tits.  Mink genitalia made itself known when his colorful bird stuck her hands down along wolf breasts and made them move. 
“Lift and separate, sweets.”   

“Been waiting long to give me a grope, Penny?”

“Eons…  And that Mistress to you, Z.”

“I’m hanging out, Mistress.”

“You look beautiful.”

“My nipples are showing.”

Danny praised all the higher beings he could think of for the bounty they had provided.

“Just the tops of your areolas, Z, not the nips.”

“Why can’t I wear my own leathers?”

“Those are ones you use with Nick.  Tonight you are going to experience a Texas Longhorn.  A Longhorn, Z.  You want something that doesn’t have wolf musk on it.”

“I’m a wolf, Mistress.”

“Okay, male wolf musk.”

“Fine.”

Mistress turned to him and pointed a fabulously painted nail in his direction, her hand signal one he knew.  Danny used his sharp claws to carefully climb the arm covered in leather and wrap himself around her neck.  “Now, my Apẻritif,” she stroked his head and whispered into his ear.  Without our Penguino here for protection you will stay in this room, you may order one thing from the kitchen…you may not pleasure yourself in either human or mink form.  Yes, I saw you checking out Ziva. 
When I return, I shall show you what naughty minks earn from their Mistress’.

Danny scurried down Mistress P’s arm just as gently as he’d climbed up, a little mink grin on his face.  She would show him the love when she returned, did that also mean she would not be partaking of this new toys goodies?

“Let’s go Z.  It’s time to find out if everything is bigger in Texas!”
~~~
Here's to hoping Mistress P finds what she's looking for, Nick hears about what Ziva is doing and feels great guilt and Danny really does only order one thing from room service!

Have a great weekend!
Serena

Cut the Bull and Come Home...

 

Kapok tree pic borrowed with thanks from axisoflogic.com

Burgess slogged through the Amazon rainforest searching for the tallest tree in the area.  His winged contact from Talbot’s Peak had just last night delivered a panicked message from Danny and a cell phone he promised would work as long as he reached the top of the tree line.

Not exactly an easy feat.

In his general vicinity, it appeared the Kapok tree was a clear winner with its 200 foot height and 11 foot diameter.  He was in for one hell of a long climb, but Danny’s message had included the agreed upon word ‘Rainbow.’  Something was up with Penny, something Danny felt was urgent enough to reach out to Burgess during his undercover op.

Hand over hand Burgess grabbed the vines along the tree, pulling with his arms and pushing with his legs until his muscles burned.  Frogs croaked at his passing, birds chirped and pecked at his fingers.  Bats dive bombed his head and every little insect burrowed into his clothes.

He kept climbing.

Hours later and nearing the top he checked the phone, hoping to see full bars even though he’d not yet reached the top.  He had one which flickered in and out—the climb continued.

Forty-five minutes later and another check of his phone had brought with it three additional bars.  Tucking himself into a nook in the tree he dialed, hoping four bars would be enough to get through to Danny.

“Burgess?”  The nervous voice on the other end crackled, but held on.

“Danny, what’s going on?”

“It’s Mistress.  She’s found a new toy.”

Burgess’ muscles tensed and his stomach turned over.  This Op had kept him away longer than he’d intended and on top of the last one being not that long before he worried Penny would tire of waiting for him.  But then, the submissive in Danny tended to rear its head in some strange ways so before he panicked he needed to clarify the mink’s fears.  “Is this toy someone she’s working on with Dom?”

“No, Burgess, it-it’s a longhorn from Texas.  He’s new in town and she sent him to Dante for a job.”  The crackle got worse, breaking up Danny’s words

Fuck.

“Did you say a longhorn, Danny?”

“Yes.  From Texas!”

Damn it.  Penny’d always wondered if the stories about the Longhorn were true.  Now there was one in Talbot’s Peak.  She never be able to refrain from checking that out and Danny alone was not enough to keep her satisfied.  Question was, would she push past play and engage in a new sexual relationship?
He hoped not.

“You have to trust your Mistress, Danny.”

“Longhorn, Burgess, Longhorn!  I already have to share her with you; I don’t want to add more.  Come home!”

Burgess chuckled under his breath witnessing their subs bad behavior.  “Attitude like that Danny with get you punished.”

“I-I don’t care…come hom…”

The call dropped before the conversation was over, but he’d heard enough.  Danny was right; he needed to get home soon.  Very, very soon.
~~~

 Can you imagine the punishments Mistress P's gonna dole out when she realizes her boys have so little faith in her?  Although, this is a Texas Longhorn...hard to resist!

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Purple Boots, A Mink Stole and Jingly Bells...

Prudence Penelope sashayed down the hall towards sin. There wasn’t a more appropriate name for the room painted in arousal red and containing apparatuses which must have been designed in hell.

"Breathe." Between the gentle reminders to continue taking in air and the tippy-tap of her purple fuck me boots Penelope assumed everything would be okay.

Dante’s call letting her know there’d be a room ready at the pleasure club by six left her floored. While Penelope adored spending time at Dante's, especially in sin, no way could she maintain her word to Burgess under such strain.

In fact, the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near reminders of the orgasms she'd given up.

Dante however insisted she be there at six and follow each directive he set down.
1. Wear the boots. Tied tight and all the way to the top—no folding them over.
2. Wrap the mink around her throat.
3. Only bells allowed beneath her trench coat.
4. No orgasms.

Rule four became almost impossible to follow considering where the bells from three were laced. She smiled though as Danny's coarse little tongue slid up her neck and behind her ear.

"I'm excited to, Daniel. Two months is far too long to be apart from our blue-haired penguino.”

Burgess had been called away on some super secret, not to be divulged, mission so long ago. The wait for his return began to grind on their nerves.

The last night they shared together he'd requested one thing from both she and Danny—stay celibate until he returned. By the final orgasm wrung from one another, Penelope hadn't seen a problem in remaining sex-free. She’d thought he would only be gone for a short time, but as seven days turned to thirty the urges became harder to ignore.

When one month bled into two, she and Danny neared their breaking point. Being highly sexual in nature they needed a release, but a promise was a promise.

“Okay, we must to calm down.” Penelope tugged at her boots one last time and straightened out the trench coat. “I’d adjust the bells too, Daniel, however that would force me to break my promise, 10 steps away from our Aussie.”

Penelope reached for the handle and pushed the door open, unprepared for the sight that greeted her.

“G’day, Mistress Penny…”

Too long without has turned Mistress Penelope into something of a terror...not letting us see into that room was just mean.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Like Flipping a Switch...

Colors twisted madly behind her eyelids as the world around Prudence Penelope Jorgensson sputtered to a pleasure filled stop. Her skin burned and the man behind her stretched her nipples tight.


Between her legs she was filled, full to bursting, by the thunder from down under while her little Apẻritif had just turned into a seven course meal. Now serving number four—she only hoped her sensitive clit could take it.

“Ah crikey, Mate, release my dangly bits and let me come before this lovely lady strangles me old fella right off!”

Apparently, Burgess was at the end of his tether as well.

“M’not done yet.”

And wasn’t that the truth. Danny’s tongue could be considered a modern marvel— a world wonder. It should also be registered as a lethal weapon. The soft, sand papery feel of his animals tongue held true in the human head. With each pass over her aroused little nub, Penelope clasped down on Burgess’ cock and angled herself for more contact with Danny’s mouth. Her movements, while slight, kept Burgess’ girth snuggled up and stroking over the sweet spot within. The duel sensation was explosive.

“Daniel, please,” she begged.

“More, Ma’am…come more.” It was clear by his growled out order that Danny was far from done.

How had this happened? When had it happened? One moment she’d been playing with Burgess; tempting him to break the rules so that she could punish him sweetly. While at the same time she watched Danny struggle not to look at what they were doing. The next thing she knew, her submissive mink turned into a roaring tiger and bound at them, moving with the speed of a cheetah.

He’d had both she and Burgess disrobed in mere moments and Penelope found herself straddling the big Aussie, her back to his front and a voracious mink between their legs. Her punishment had not worked as she’d thought it would, but she could hardly complain about the outcome. She was yet again reaching for soundless, color-filled bubble of release.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to question what turned the domme into a silent submissive, and why she’d liked it so much…

The Mink A Predator?

Danny kept his eyes trained on the plush carpet cushioning his knees. The fibers were blue with swirls of purple and white—tranquil. It was like a peaceful sea. Perfect for a relaxing spa experience, but at total odds with the sex that was about to be had just a few feet away.


He still couldn’t believe he was being punished. Being forced to listen while Ma’am and Aussie boy had sex…pffht what kind of punishment was that. It seemed more like a reward to him, but who was he to quibble.

Invisible fingers moved slowly up the small of Danny’s back as he listened while Ma’am spoke to the blue headed bloke from down under.

“Ah, my sweet submissive, you’ve waited so patiently…”

Was she touching him? No! It didn’t matter what she was doing. He didn’t want to know.

“Do you know what happens to submissive little fledglings that follow the rules?”

Ball slapping, painful clamps, caning maybe? Impatience beat at Danny as he waited for the other man to speak. Would he fall into the trap and answer her questions and rack up a punishment or two, or would he wait patiently for permission?

“Such a good boy, Burgess…” Her words were followed up by a shuddered breath indicative of pleasure. It sounded like Aussie boy was on the receiving end of something delicious.

What was she doing? Danny was swamped by the overwhelming desire to raise his head just a little. To see if the something delicious was something he really wanted to do, as well.

“Your nipples are still tight and sporting a lovely red. Someday, I would love to place a pair of sweet and stinging clamps on these beauties. Would you like that?”

Again with the quiet Danny was starting to think was meant to disarm him. Torture him with thought of pleasure.

“You may speak, penguino…”

“Yes Mistress, I would love to wear your clamps.”

“Mmm, purrrrfect.”

Was that a purr—A guttural, back of the throat rumble coming from Ma’am? No, it couldn’t be, birds chirped and squawked. They were there to be eaten by, well, animals like him.

Danny squirmed, widened his legs to release his hardening cock and tender balls from their confines between his thighs. He now knew why this was a punishment.

His traitorous predator brain had taken hold and was gluing a picture in front of his eyes. He was hungry, ravenous and beyond aroused at the thought of sidling between their legs and having his merry way with Penny, no Ma’am—and her big blue penguin, too.

It's About Trust...

“Human form, Daniel!”


Shit. Danny grimaced at Ma’am’s stern tone. Yes, he had been curious. He’d wanted to know, before she came at him or sent the studly Aussie to him, what kind of punishment she would inflict.

“Daniel, please do not make me repeat myself.”

Fur receded and bones adjusted changing the warm little mink into a cold, naked man facing what he hoped would be a pain he could handle.

“Beautiful, would you not agree my indigo penquino?”

“Yes, Mistress, he is stunning.”

Ma’am’s hushed compliment confused him. Many of his partners over the years had remarked on how good-looking he was, but never had a Dominant said as much. No, to them he was nothing more than flesh to be played with and tossed aside.

“It would be even better if he showed us his eyes, rather than staring at the floor, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I agree, indigo…”

And get hit? Absolutely not!

“My apẻritif,” Danny tensed against the firm fingers at his chin, lifting his head to force him to look at her. “All relationships must start with trust if they are to be satisfying to each participant. Clearly, I do not, nor would I expect to have yours yet, but you will not assuage your curiosity by looking away, is that not correct?”

Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. Was that a question that required an answer or was she looking to see if he was as good a sub as the Aussie, still sitting in the chair.

“You have permission to speak, Daniel.”

“Yes,” Danny cleared the fear from his throat and tried again. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” Her fingers left his chin and ran softly over his lips, then gently down his cheek. “In the spirit of gaining your trust I have two things for you. First and this applies to you as well, Burgess, your safe words.”

His heart leapt at the thought of having his very first safe word. He’d never known that there was such a thing or that he could have one.

“Red. Your words are red and I will expect you to use them if our play goes beyond what you can stand, either physically and/or mentally. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Red, Danny smiled to himself, like the color of a stop sign or the top of a traffic light, a true form of safety. Danny quickly glanced up at Penelope, hoping she wouldn’t see him, but she was still looking his way with a small smile on her lips. He looked back down.

“Daniel, your next gift is in conjunction with your punishment. You still need to be punished for your misbehavior in not remaining on the bed. Please kneel.”

Oh god, Danny cringed, kneeling in the past had brought with it pain.

“Very good, your original punishment was to have been for you to watch from your kneeling position as I played with Burgess. Now, however, my gift to you is that you shall retain the right to look away, as you appear to still need, and listen to us only. Do you understand?”

That was it? Kneel and listen to sex…this would be a piece of cake. He could listen to sex all day, heck, maybe he’d be bad more often if all he had to do was listen to sex.

“Daniel,” Her was voice again sharp as she repeated the question. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Holy Dooly, An Aussie Expression of Lust?

Holy Dooly! Burgess moaned, silently, so as not to disobey the dominant ball of color balancing on his knees and occupying herself with his happily burning nipples. Her touch was sweeter than a longneck bottle of piss on a hot summer day. Soft fingertips soothed and stretched his small nubs while her psychedelically tinted nails rasped at the tips.


“Burgess,” Her breath tickled the fine hair behind his ears. “How many women have gone legs up for this superior body of yours?”

He swallowed back the answer he longed to give his mistress, “no one of any consequence.” He’d been a digger, a soldier, in service for most of his life. Relationships were unheard of in his unique branch. Sex was a need to be slaked with any willing and temporary partner.

“Oh my, you are a good sub, aren’t you?” Her fingers slid into his cropped hair, lightly scraping his scalp as she tilted his head back. Though his pants were still on, his dick stood up and took notice to the full breasts she’d snuggled up against his chest. They were notched together, like pieces of a puzzle, silk covered cunt to leather encased cock. The sweet perfume wafting up from between her legs was making him crave a taste of her wicked heat.

“While I’m dying to play, my indigo penguino, there are some things we need to discuss first. You have permission to answer the next few questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice sounded needy to his own ears. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Good. Now tell me, do you have a safe word?”

“No.” It was reckless he knew, but his lifestyle was not looked well upon by the other penguins. Had he been as dominant in the bedroom as he was out of it, things would be far different. Sexually submissive men in his community were the butts of jokes, quite literally, so he’d taken his desires to the underground clubs where safe play was left to the sook, or soft, humans.

“No?” She moved back, away from his chest, her look screamed disapproval. “How very crazy of you, Burgess. I will assume your shifter DNA kept you from attracting diseases, but you could have been hurt.”

“Shifters are quite resilient, Mistress.”

Her touch was gentle as she traced the laugh lines around his eyes and down to his lips. The look on her face softened as she stared directly into his eyes. It was as if she could see deep into his soul—an impossibility considering they’d just met.

“Yes, physically, you are strong, but that does not eliminate the chance of hurting you mentally or emotionally. While you are with me, you shall have a safe word and you will use it if you feel you must. I have no interest in harming you, indigo penguino; only offer you the pleasurable pain you desire. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Corker, he definitely understood! Somewhere along the way the Gods had smiled down on him to allow him to cross paths with this incredible Shelia.

“And how about you, my apẻritif, do you understand as well?”

Burgess should not have been surprised by the clickity-clack of little mink nails moving quickly across the floor, but his absolute loss of focus on anything other than his Mistress was a testament to her skill as a Domme. She slid from his lap taking her delectable heat with her.

“Daniel, stop!”

Her tone stopped the peeping clacker from leaving. She was all business and if his suddenly frozen form was anything to go by, the little rat knew it.

“So, curiosity got the better of you, did it, my little apẻritif? Now I must find a suitable punishment for your indiscretion. Human form, Daniel. Now.”

Is That A Punishment?

Quiet voices at the other end of the suite wound Danny up tighter than a corset on a debutante. Penn…,er Ma’am had ordered him into the bedroom with strict orders to shift and stay on the bed. He’d followed her orders until two hushed male voices joined hers.


Though he’d been unable to hear the exact words spoken, their tones were deep and just this side of angry. He cringed at the thought of what she might send them in here to do to him. Truth was, while he enjoyed men, giving was more his style.

Minutes seemed like hours as he waited for the fallout of his actions. So what if he’d run away from the old bear dude and interrupted Penn…,er Ma’am and the beefcake at the airport, and well called her Penny instead of Ma’am as she’s instructed. Did that mean he had to pay his dues with sex—hard, vigorous and teeth gnashing sex? The kind of sex that had at one time had him panting for more, but now left him totally uninterested?

If he could speak in his animal form he’d be calling himself three kinds of puss bag. When had hot, hard and raunchy given way to soft and meaningful?

Impatient and nervous, Danny crawled down the side of the bed and inched towards the door hoping that a peek at whoever remained would give him an idea of what he could expect.

Stretching his neck around the jam, he spied Penn…,er Ma’am pushing the extra large airport guy into a high backed wooden chair. She walked around him, every inch of her aura putting off the lady of the manor vibe. When her hands came around the massive chest on the delicious Aussie and eased their way down the rolling abs, delineated by the tight t-shirt, Danny wished his mink face could looked as enthralled as big, bad and burley’s did.

“Burgess, your name feels heavenly rolling off my tongue. Would you by chance have anything else that would be as agreeable in my mouth?”

Oh slinky de-dink. Pe…,er Ma’am could use her words as well as the small hands now slowly unbuttoning Aussie boy’s shirt. One button at a time.

“I surely do, Missssss…”

“Do not speak unless I give you permission, blue…”

Oh hell, by the look on the Aussie’s face, he’d be talking again soon enough as he was thoroughly enjoying the sturdy pinching she was giving both of his small nipples. Not a very good punishment, really. Only, he still wasn’t talking, even after she’d removed her fingers and slid onto his lap to finish undressing him…

“I will find my own way around this lovely body, blue, and discover all the beautiful things it has to show me. Shall we start with these delightfully dusky nips? You may speak.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Perfect…”

Danny backed away from the door and climbed back up the king-sized feather bed. He curled his tiny mink body into a tight circle in the middle, tucking each tender part of his anatomy under himself as far as possible. He couldn’t understand their play. When Burgess disobeyed he’d had gotten a reward, whereas, the last time he’d been played, even the rewards had felt like punishments.

Pleasent Dreams

Penelope watched as Danny moved to the bedroom of the suite. His head hung down, hiding feelings he’d obviously kept bottled up for far too long. His mind was in pain and his soul called out for healing. It was no wonder he’d never escaped the mailroom drudgery of the Guts & Butts Gazette, nor was is surprising that his sex life was nothing more than a revolving door of partners. Daniel Muldoon spent so much time shoring up his wounded emotions that everything else came in second, third, fourth…


The knock sounded again only harder this time than before. Who could be bothering her at this time of the night, at least she thought it was night. Who could tell with the extended darkness at this time of the year?

Penelope pulled open the door and had to hold tight to the handle to remain standing. He was back. Her brilliantly, blue-haired beauty and he’d brought a friend—a bear of a man with peace and knowledge in his eyes.

“G’day Mistress…”

“Hello, stranger,” She snarked, looking out at the duo through the slightest of cracks. “Do you need something, or are you lost?”

“Ah, my Sheila has claws and knows how to use them it would seem.” His lip curled up at the corner and had a definite effect on her well-being—an effect that hit her low and had lusty intents. She would love to watch this man do anything and everything.

“Sheila, huh.” With that accent he could call her the worst names and still not offend, but it wouldn’t do to let him know that. No she needed to channel her inner domme here… “I think I like Mistress better; at least from someone with…”

“My name is Burgess, beauty.” He reached right through the crack and ran a warm finger down the side of her cheek, setting the tiny nerves that lay beneath to tingling and sending prickles of pleasure clear to the tips of her toes. “Burgess King, now may we come inside?”

Well blast. He’d turned her game right around on her.

“Come on in then.” Penelope pulled at the door, widening it further so that they could come inside. Her luxurious suite soon became as roomy as a gilded cage with one tiny swing. “Wow, never let it be said that you gentlemen couldn’t hold a captive audience.”

“We overwhelm you, my colorful bird, and for that I apologize. I am Tongson and I have need of your special spirit.”

“Mr. Tongson.” Penelope reached out her hand, hoping her surprise didn’t show at his use of colorful bird. Very few beings could place her origins, but this one could. Did that make him an adversary or an advocate? “No apologies are necessary as I have no clue as to what this special spirit is of which you speak.”

The strange man lifted his head, breathing deeply before looking her way again.

“The young mink has found his way into your care then?”

Daniel? Why would this man be interested in her little apẻritif? “Yes, he is here and shall remain here…”

“Good, he needs what you, the both of you, can show him.”

“Excuse….”

“You see, our young mink is on the cusp of a revelation about himself and his role with some friends of mine. Unfortunately, I am not in the position to apply the final lesson to this needy young man, but my visions tell me that you two are.”

“Crikey, Tongs…skip the cryptic and get to the point will ya. How can we help this bloke?”

Penelope agreed, they were wasting time, but the look in Mr. Tongson’s eye told her he had said all he would on the subject. What came next would be up to her and Burgess.

And you would be right about that, Prudence Penelope Peaparrot. Take care of these two and you shall reap a very unexpected benefit.

Penelope was shocked to hear Tongson’s words whispered gently in to her head. Clearly, he was a special creature.

“Aussie, Ms. Jorgensson,” Mr. Tongson murmured, using the name she’d never given him with a twinkle in his eye. “Pleasant dreams.”

Love Is...

“Have you ever been in love, my little apẻritif?”


Danny’s blood boiled at Penny’s words and actions. How dare she make assumptions about him and ask questions about things as ridiculous as love. She stood before him, her finger curved around her upper lip; disappointment alive in her eyes. Did she view him as a thing instead of a person?

“Daniel, are you still with me?”

“What does love have to do with anything, ma’am?” It wasn’t as if there’d been an over abundance of the wishy-washy emotion in his life up to this point.

“Love is magical. Love heals our hearts and souls.”

“Bullshit, ma’am,” Danny squeaked. “Love is pain. It is a joke played on the young to keep them in line. Love is the emotion adults tout as a fix-it to anything that troubles you…”

“Daniel, stop! Love is special. It brings us trust and closeness…”

“No, Penny…what it brings is a hunter with a big, sharp knife to take your mother’s skin and drape it over some stinking monkey’s shoulders!”

Danny threw his hands over his mouth, shocked by what he’d just admitted to. Where had that come from? His past was something he’d hidden away inside himself and hadn’t shared with anyone until just now when he’d shared it with a dominant, female bird. What the hell was wrong with him?

Penny didn’t look any better. Her eyes were wide and filled with moisture she had yet to let fall. She’d paled and was covering her lips, now with all of her fingers rather than just one.

A knock at the door saved them both from continuing this conversation, but he knew they would come back to it at some point. He couldn’t flee this woman like he had the others as he needed her to get home, but perhaps he could convince her to leave sooner than she had obviously planned too.

“Ehem, apẻritif,” the gentle clearing of her throat offered up a chance to look away from her. “Please go into the bedroom, attend to your needs and then revert to your mink form. Wait for me on the bed. I will be there shortly.”

“But…”

“Please, do as I say, Daniel and don’t incur a punishment tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Danny moved toward the back room as Penny went to the door. Why would she want him to become the mink…what did she plan to do to him in his alternate form?

The Naughty Little School Mink...

Could a mink, in relatively good shape, succumb to a heart attack while still in his youth? Danny thought it a distinct possibility considering the way blood throbbed behind his left eye. As he reached the third floor landing he was panting like an overheating dog, but only part of it was from his hike up three flights. The other problem was the long, boot covered legs in front of him.


Purple leather, eyelets along the back and skyscraper heels all teased him as he waited for her to slide the card into the lock and let him into her room.

“I’ve decided to address you as Daniel, or apẻritif, which ever suits my mood.”

Were the boots short, barely reaching her knee, or did they climb higher and slide close to her intimate parts.

“Daniel?”

“Ah huh, wait…what. A pair of tits?” Danny dropped the load of luggage Miss prissy Penny insisted on having in this over the top room with a view. “I’m not a woman, Penn…Ma’am.”

There was that eye again, glittering with knowledge under her raised brow. She’d used the same look down at the car when she’d loaded him up with enough bags for ten women while informing him that he would be her very own pack mink. Hot.

“Apẻritif, Daniel, emphasis on the if.”

Oh hells, yes! Here it came, her channeling of all the third grade teachers he’d ever had. Hounding him to be good, correcting his errors and telling him what he could and couldn’t do. And, she even had the stance right; standing up straight with her arms crossed over her chest—disapproval and dominance written all over her face. The look left him with a dick in need of release and wasn’t that just flat out disturbing. He was a man’s man, most of the time, though here she was—confusing him.

“Just take me home, Pe…” The look, the look, drilling into my brains… “Ma’am.”

“No, Daniel. Now, do you know why I will call you apẻritif? Do you know what it means?”

“Come on; just take me home…like Nick told you too.” Then he could get back to work in the mail room and trolling Dante’s club for hot males willing to quietly partake of some of the tight female bodies and forget this Alaska fiasco ever happened.

“Nick has enough on his plate right now, Daniel. Besides, he owes me…”

Damn wolf, what could Nick have done now, to owe a bird anything more than a set of fangs and a nice bottle of Chardonnay. Leave it to his luck to get someone here to rescue him that wasn’t cowed by Nick.

“Now, since I gather you don’t know what your new nickname means, I’ll tell you. Apẻritif is French for appetizer. I’m calling you that, because in your current state, your partners would scarily survive on what little you bring to the sexual table.”

“Oh frack you, ma’am,” he hollered, his hours of Galatica adoration clear in his anger. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Even as he fumed about her comments and stupid nickname, Danny feared she, like Mr. Tongson, had hit a little closer to home than he liked.