Chapter 87 Just Desserts: Part 2

Oh no, Merle has managed to seduce Daryl in the restaurant toilet of all places! It didn't take long for Daryl to give in to him and cheat on Jamie but is his wealthy boyfriend everything he seems to be?

Sorry about the Southern gentleman stereotype – hope I got it right.

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Daryl

'Coast is clear.' My brother whispered in my ear before he let me go reluctantly. 'You go first in case ya Sugar Daddy is there already, wonderin' where you are.'

'Don't fuckin' call him that!' I snarled and elbowed him.

He only smirked. I guessed we'd only been gone about 15 mins, 20 at the most. At least I hoped so but the interruption hadn't helped. Thankfully, there hadn't been any more.

I slipped out and made my way back to our table with Merle following me after a decent interval. As soon as I got there, I sighed with relief to find Jamie not there waiting for me. He must still be doing business, I thought and assumed that he must have used the restrooms the other side of the bar that were upstairs.

So, we had time to order another beer on his tab and chase it down with whiskey and it was nice to drink it down as fast as we liked. Unfortunately, the booze was also loosening my brother's tongue and he wasted no time in telling me what he thought was wrong with my new boyfriend.

'I'm jus' wonderin' little brother, if you're really together, why did he tell the other guy that you were only his friend and not his boyfriend? How weird does it look anyway, a middle-aged guy hanging around with an 18-year old? Is he ashamed much, do ya think?'

'Leave him alone, Merle! He's not middle-aged, doesn't look nowhere near it. He's only 32 and I'm with him now, whether you like it or not!'

'32! He's an old man, even older than I thought! He's too old for you, I tell ya! And he knows it too otherwise why is he too ashamed to tell people?'

'It's complicated. Some people might not understand...because of my age and all. And he ain't come out to everyone and his business...'

'Yeah, right.' He hissed in my ear. 'You seriously believe that shit, Darlena?

I got up from my chair and loomed over him. 'Merle, back the fuck off if you know what's good for you…' I repeated it again for him in case he hadn't understood the first time. 'I told ya it's my life!'

'OK, OK, but seriously, Daryl, why don't we just leave now? You can come home with me. Get away from him.'

I leaned back and ran my hand up his thigh under the table, the first time that I had touched him in public today to let him know that he needn't worry.

'He takes good care of me and he's a lot better in bed than you are, anyway.' I whispered with a grin and let my fingertips tease his crotch. It was a little too soon for him to get hard again but still, he groaned helplessly in my ear.

'You little cock tease. You wait until I get you alone next time...I'm gonna prove you wrong and make you scream my name!'

I got ready to reply with a clever retort but just then Jamie, Richie and another man we hadn't met all came back, still discussing business and I tore my hand away from my brother barely in time.

Richie then politely introduced us to the elderly stranger with long white hair, wearing a Southern suit typically finished off with snake-skin boots. This 'Jake' was obviously the client – he was just radiating that confident glow which came with money as he held a glass of Bourbon on the rocks aloft. I could sense Richie's embarrassment at being forced to acknowledge he was acquainted with red-neck scum like us but Jamie only looked on with a twinkle in his eye at the latter's discomfort.

His colleague was clearly eager to beat an exit even though he said he was pleased to meet us (not true) and made his family waiting at home his excuse. Both of them grinned and shook hands.

'Successful deal?' Merle guessed aloud before we also parted ways.

Jamie nodded.

'Great! Well, then, thanks for the meal… And drinks.' Merle felt that he could afford to be a little generous now that he'd had me behind my boyfriend's back and had proved that I was still 'his'. The booze had mellowed him out in addition as he pleasantly offered his hand to my boyfriend and even apologized for his behaviour! I pricked up my ears and could hardly believe what I was hearing! Dixons never said sorry.

'Look, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, alright? Our Mama died when Daryl was 8 and our Dad...(he glanced over at me almost guiltily while I begged him with my eyes not to give too much away even as his voice shook slightly)...Our Dad wasn't really there for us. So, I guess, I am a little overprotective over him sometimes.'

'That's OK. I didn't take it that way.' Jamie clapped him on the shoulder and even hugged him briefly. 'I understand – it's the age difference but I'll take good care of him, promise.'

'You better.' Merle held him by the shoulders and met his eyes head on. 'If I find out...' His tone suddenly became a hell of a lot edgier before he let Jamie who dropped his eyes first, go.

'Ain't ever gonna happen, promise. Anyway, he can handle himself, believe me!'

I got in between the two of them and waved my hands in their faces. 'Hey, guys! Did you forget I'm here? Stop talkin' about me as if I ain't like you've been doing the whole damn time!'

They both grinned at me. 'Sorry.' Their apologies left their mouths at exactly the same time.

Then it was time to say goodbye to Merle who'd head back home in our old Chevrolet. He hugged me a bit longer than was necessary, pointedly pressing himself against me so hard that I could feel him through our clothes and I feared that Jamie would notice and just know!

'Hey, bro.' I laughed it off and patted his back. 'Ya can let me go now. I'll be OK.'

Meanwhile, I felt guilty thinking about what we did in the car on the way back and curled up next to the window. Jamie was so good to me, OK – so sometimes he did choose stuff for me but that was because I had no experience. Especially in fancy restaurants. However, I really couldn't imagine giving up my brother, I realized that now. I couldn't hurt him like that.

Could I ever tell Jamie about me and Merle one day? Would he understand? Would I go so far to even admit that I even cheated on him in the restaurant restroom with my own brother? I had to make sure that never happened again. I'd swore to myself that I would never tell anyone about Dad – or the things he did to me. I didn't even talk about the with Merle and he didn't ask.

I shivered when I thought about him and pushed the memories away.

'You, OK, Daryl? You've been a bit quiet all the way home.'

'I'm fine.'

'Was it, Merle? Did he say something to you about us? Something to upset you?' Now, he sounded protective like Merle.

'No.' I clammed up and curled my shoulders inwards, hunched over my seat.

He reached over to touch my arm but thought better of it. 'You can talk to me, trust me, you know.'

'Yeah, I know.'

We drove in silence while I pretended to be asleep. Unlike my big brother, Jamie didn't believe in messing around in the car and dragging me out of it somewhere along the way - usually to a secluded spot. But not always. Safety first and keep work and play separate - that was Jamie's motto.

I had to admit that I missed Merle's impulsiveness and unpredictability at times and the way he was always dreaming up new ways to excite both of us. But then again, I didn't know about Jamie's secret and that if I longed for risks and danger then, had no idea that Jamie would eventually give them to me in bucketsful.

As the saying goes, I should have been more careful about what I wished for.

My boyfriend was the first to break the long silence. 'You know, I felt as nervous as a guy taking his date to the school prom and picking her up and meeting her father for the first time. That's the way your brother acts with you.' But he smiled to let me know he wasn't offended.

I inwardly breathed in a deep sigh of relief that he didn't see more between us and laughed at his image of Merle as my father. Although I guess in many ways, he had already been one to me for most of my life and he'd become so much more. Besides, the things he did to me was nothing that a father should be doing to his child, I knew that more than anyone.

The truth was, he was everything to me, brother, father, lover and best friend. I was torn between fighting my guilt and my inability to give him up today so why fight it?

Jamie sighed ruefully with a self-deprecating expression. 'I think that's why I droned on about my business and my properties...bored him rigid was because I was trying to impress him. Prove to him that I could provide for you.'

'It's OK. I think he was really interested and he likes you all the more for it. Don't worry about Merle.'

He smiled at me and I smiled back. Then I looked out of the window to see that we were almost approaching his massive house.

'In that case...his mouth twisted as he looked at me with naked desire, I'm gonna have to make you pay as soon as we get home for making me and your big brother fight over you. And for not eating your starter and making me waste my money among other things.'

I felt a thrill of excitement. He'd started off with this punishment stuff pretty early on in our relationship and I was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't bring up bad stuff with Dad. Merle liked to 'punish' me too, usually for 'flirting' with other people and leading them on. Maybe it was something the older always did with the younger man? Besides, I liked it when he 'punished' me. His idea of chastisement usually left me moaning and writhing helpless on the floor.

I gave him a stricken look full of fear. 'No, please...I'll be good.'

'Don't be scared. Jus' promise me you'll be good to me?'

'Yeah.' He ruffled my hair.

Daryl

As soon as we got home, Jamie wrapped his arms around me and kissed me long and deep. Next, he dragged me onto the sofa and pulled me across his lap. I didn't pretend to resist him because I was trying to hide my laughter.

'Now, you know I gotta punish you. Give you your just desserts for today. You didn't like the food I ordered for you; the drinks weren't good enough...Can't seem to do anythin' right when it comes to you. So, ready for ya punishment?'

'Yeah, I know. Get on with it.'

He spanked me. Not very hard – it didn't hurt.

'Yeah, what?'

I bowed my head. 'Yessir.' I spoke in that same little boy voice that drove all of them crazy but I didn't dwell on this.

He quickly undid my flies and yanked down my pants and boxers but still keeping my shirt on. He knew I didn't like him seeing my whole body ...he must have wondered why we only got naked in the dark or I kept my shirt on – why I would never let him see my back. He was patient and understanding about always being the receiver during sex, at least in the early days, I'd give him that no matter what I told my brother. Merle couldn't know that I never let Jamie fuck me. Apparently, I could never give anyone that much control except my brother. I wondered drearily if I would ever be able to allow anyone else inside me and if I wanted it, anyway.

Jamie positioned me while I squirmed. 'No, please, don't...I'll be good...'

'Yeah, ya will be.'

He spanked me.

I screamed with pain although there wasn't any.

I could feel him getting hard beneath me and generously moved against his erection. He paused to moan.

I stilled.

'That hurt?' He asked. -

'Yes. Please don't.'

That earned me more slaps on my buttocks. I screamed like before although it only stung a little.

'Please don't, what?'

'Please don't, Sir.'

'No chance.' He did it again. By then I was squirming and panting breathlessly.

'Ya like being spanked, don't ya, boy?'

I shook my head. 'No, please stop, Sir.'

'OK.'

He flipped me over. 'Now, I'm really gonna punish you.'

I flinched out of habit when he undid his belt and pulled it out, kicked his pants off but kept his boxers on.

He came over with the belt folded up double in his hands. This was something he hadn't done before and he saw my reaction.

'Don't worry, ain't gonna whip you with it.'

I backed away further to the end of the sofa. 'Better fuckin' not!'

He sighed. 'Come on, give me your hands.'

I shook my head, suddenly in panic. 'Why?' I asked dumbly. We'd never discussed tying me up before.

'Sh... I only wanna tie -your hands behind your back while I punish your ungrateful ass.'

'No, please don't.' I wasn't playing a part this time. My fear was real not that I didn't think I could fight him off if it came to it.

'I don't mean punish you that way.' He instantly read my mind and took my hand. 'Tie your hands around the front, then? Please, it's a fantasy of mine I've been jus' been dyin' to try out.'

'Wha...what ya gonna do?' I looked at him with distrust but wanting to humor him at the same time. I hadn't shown proper gratitude for everything he gave me, after all.

'Only what I normally do, only difference is your hands will be tied. At the front if you insist.' He added.

'Uh...OK. But take it off if I tell you to, promise?' I replied reluctantly although I did trust him but this smacked too much of Dad. I worried that he was another sick fuck just like him underneath his nice manners and education until I remembered that I was an adult now and some adults liked to play games, especially in the bedroom.

But we weren't in the bedroom yet.

I suddenly got a flashback of being tied on the bed all night and I shook my head to clear it.

He drew back like he knew but didn't pause for long.

He approached me slowly and took both my hands. 'Of course, I'll untie them if you tell me to.' He opened his mouth as if to say something else but closed it again while he gently tied the belt around them in front of me like he said he would and pushed me back so I was leaning against the sofa.

'Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you ya can.' He kissed me.

I did as I was told. Turned out my 'punishment' was the longest blowjob of my life as he kept taking me to the brink and then backing off while I thrashed and cursed him. I could hear his cheerful laughter. Finally, after about 5 rounds of this torment he let me come. He wasn't afraid to swallow but he was afraid of getting the sofa all messy even though my naked ass was parked on it. Still, there was a dustcover on top of it.

I was shaking like a leaf when he told me I could open my eyes again.

'Keep your hands tied or untie them?'

'Untie them.' I answered without hesitation. Actually, being restrained had been OK when I pushed thoughts of Dad out of my head and just focused on the sensations of my 'punishment'.

'Come on.' He impatiently took me by the hand and pulled me to his spacious bedroom.

'How did you like me paying you back for your ungrateful behavior?' He asked when we go there.

I lowered my eyes to the floor and slumped my shoulders.' It really, really fuckin' hurt.'

'Good.' He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me to stand in front of him, nursing a glass of Cognac. His splayed legs let me know what he wanted in return and I was only happy to oblige. But what he always wanted after, I couldn't give him.

I was already bending down to tug down his boxers but before I did, I put my face to the front of them and breathed against the expensive silk fabric. He threw back his head and moaned just from me doing that while his hands coiled themselves in my hair. But he didn't pull it, wasn't hurting me, I had to remind myself. Flash memories of Dad were trying to overwhelm me but I tried to stay in the moment instead.

I withdrew my breaths suddenly without warning - my own form of teasing.

'Merle obviously loves you, anyone can see that. But there's just something about the way he is with you… not just the protective big brother thing … But I jus' can't put my finger on it...'

'Yeah.' I sniggered to myself because he didn't know how true that was. Yet, at the same time I was pierced with guilt but I supposed that I could always blame our father.

But was it all his fault? I couldn't deny maybe we had feelings for each other before Dad started forcing us to mess with one another.

By then, I was busy tracing the outline of his dick through his boxers with my tongue to prepare him. He let out a long impatient moan and fisted my hair gently -I'd rendered him literally unable to speak. Not least to distract him from his thoughts because it sounded like he almost knew about me and my brother...I should never have underestimated how smart this guy was.

Carefully, I pulled off his underwear and he eagerly helped me. He soon started gasping and panting when I took him in my mouth and it didn't take much to make him come. I spat him out in a nearby glass on the bedroom side-table.

After he'd calmed down a little and got horny again, he started. I noticed he'd finished a second glass of liquor I'd got him in between.

He looked at me steadily and spoke calmly. Just like I was his shy and skittish pet horse or something. 'Can we… I mean, can I..?'

'No, sorry. You know I can't do that.'

'Okay.' He flashed me a good-natured grin yet something seemed not genuine about it before he got on his stomach on the bed. And I knew he was hoping it was going to happen one day. Probably thought I was a virgin and needed more time.

How little he knew.

I yanked him by the legs over towards me. 'Just be gentle with me.' He joked but it felt flat somehow.

I grabbed the lube and started greasing him up. 'Don't worry, I won't be.'

He chuckled as he writhed and let out gasps of pleasure but I could sense him frowning.

'Yeah. You got to get your own back for me spanking you and tying ya hands. I understand.'

''Sides, you like it rough.' I retorted.

He laughed. 'Do you?' He turned back and half got up to read my expression over his shoulder.

I stopped what I was doing immediately and blushed and looked away. I couldn't answer but he thought he knew what I was thinking.

'How do you know if you do if you've never tried, sweetheart?' He probed me for the truth using his eyes.

'Didn't say that.' I finally found my voice and feeling irritated by his presumption, shoved him back down on top of the covers.

Soon, I was the one on top, pounding into him, reveling in his sounds of bliss and my own moans. In complete control of what happened and the pace.

I could stop and get off if I wanted to.

As long as I wasn't the one underneath. Trapped and feeling powerless because I feared that was the way I was always going to feel the other way round.

Except with my brother, that was.

Merle didn't know how he was with me when we were alone behind closed doors. Like this – if he saw, he would stop worrying about me. I knew what he thought – that Jamie controlled me but he didn't, that actually I was the one who was always in control in the bedroom, just that I liked to role-play.

If he knew the truth… that he was the only one I could let but it was so much more fun to lie to him, so he didn't think he was the only one who had that privilege. I knew he'd be fuming about it for days, more like when he sobered up and the thought turned me on. Him imagining what we got up to…, all the obscene things Jamie did to me…

To be honest, I didn't think I would ever be able to let anyone else physically inside me again – including Jamie. Even with Merle that part was bad enough. I loved my brother - more than I should but occasionally being with him was too intense and I needed space. No doubt he thought I was seduced just by the money and things my older boyfriend could give me but it wasn't just that.

I smiled to myself because I was in control with both of them, just because I liked to act submissive didn't mean I was. I'd enjoyed them fighting over me today – had Jamie picked up in the innuendo in Merle's words?

I guess he hadn't – it was just my brother having his fun with him because he didn't know.