Yearning hit her in the chest along with the pain. They were all happy while she and her husband were arguing about nothing at all. Meredith greeted them but tried not to show too much interest in their life. Damon saw everything, and the last thing she needed was him asking more questions.
When it was their turn, she packaged everything up as Damon spoke with the woman serving them. Meredith had never been much of a talker and was more than happy to listen to the conversation around them. He paid for their purchases as she finished filling the trolley back up. By the time they made it outside it felt colder than ever before.
“Get in the truck. I’ll load this stuff in the back.”
Nodding, she did as he asked, climbing into her side and rubbing her hands together. He was back in no time, starting up the truck. “Don’t freeze over there. Come and get some heating.”
She shuffled across the seat, pushing her hands up to the heater.
“Here, wear this.” Damon removed his jacket and handed it to her.
“No, I couldn’t take your jacket.”
“I insist. Take my jacket. Get warm. I’m not having you go cold on me or poorly.” His tone made her stop. Her clit was burning with the need to be touched. Squeezing her legs together, she pushed her arms into the warm jacket. His scent invaded her nostrils, and she sank into his warmth. “There we go. Don’t argue with me, Meredith. I don’t like it.”
He pulled out of the supermarket and headed home. She hated arguing with him as well. Meredith made a note in her mind, making sure she wouldn’t argue with him again.
****
The following day Damon stood in the barn waiting for Andy to let out his aggression on the unsuspecting hay. He wasn’t going to let the other man have his way. For the past couple of weeks he’d listened to the couple try to be something they were not. Andy was so far out of his league that he didn’t even see what his moods were doing to Meredith. Last night while sitting down in front of a movie Damon had witnessed the fear and sadness in Meredith’s eyes. She was scared Andy didn’t want her or would divorce her. Out of Andy and Meredith, she was the more submissive of the two. In the last year he’d seen Andy was a Switch. There were times he liked to be dominant, and then he liked to be submissive. The two conflicting emotions raging inside Andy were threatening to tear the married couple apart. Damon knew he could handle both of them. Meredith was always submissive, and together with the right training, Damon knew he could give them both what they wanted.
There was no way Andy would be dominating him. His wife was submissive enough for the both of them. Damon would be the one in charge, with Andy taking and giving while Meredith would be their perfect little submissive.
I’ve got to do something to help them. They’re tearing each other apart.
Yesterday during his trip into town with Meredith he’d decided he would help them. His feelings for the couple had developed over the year, and he’d come to care for both of them.
Staring at the door, Damon waited for the sound of the door to slam shut. Andy could become a wonderful Switch with the right teaching. The couple loved each other. Their feelings were plain to see by anyone who cared to look. The only problem they were facing was their forbidden desires. Neither knew what the other wanted or wished for. Even Andy was clueless to what Meredith needed.
Shaking his head, Damon tensed as he heard the door slam shut. If Meredith was crying when he went to see her, he’d punish Andy for it. No Dom left his submissive wife in tears unless they were tears of happiness. Seconds later Andy entered the stable. He paused when he caught sight of Damon.
“Morning. I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Damon said, staring at the other man.
Andy ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry.”
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” The other man bowed his head. Damon knew he needed to be radical in order to get through to Andy. The other workers were far away from the ranch. He’d made sure they would get enough privacy for what he was about to do. “Get on your knees and crawl to me.” There was no more waiting.
“Excuse me?”
“Did I give you permission to talk? Do as I say, or risk punishment, pet!” Damon kept his arms folded. Time for talking would come. First, he needed to get them both on the right step. He had to fix what was clearly broken between the two people he’d come to really care about.
Will you be sticking around to keep it fixed?
Cutting off the thought, he brought his attention back to Andy. The other man was fighting with his inner self. Damon needed to push him over the edge and make him see. “Tell me this is not what you want,” Damon said. “Tell me you hate the thought of getting on your knees and crawling to me, and I’ll stop. I’ll walk away. If, however, that hard cock I see in your jeans is because of me then I guess you better do as I told you.”