Beth held him by the hand, leading him down a spiral stairway. It was not a normal basement in the very least. The atmosphere was dimly lit with candles, but Daryl got the gist of what he was seeing.
"What in the world..." Daryl mumbled.
Beth took hold of his collar. "Wanna try it out?"
Daryl's eyes widened. They didn't do that very often.
"What do you say, Dickson?" She said clearly putting emphasis on the first syllable.
"...What're you doing?" He took a step back.
"Doing what you know we both want."
Daryl wasn't expecting her to be so forward. But maybe he was wrong to think so. Beth wasn't a little girl. She wasn't the same girl who tried to kill herself not so long ago. Beth was a woman who could take care of herself. But was this what he wanted?
"It's soundproof if that's what you're thinking. I tried it out the last two nights." She raised an eyebrow.
So, he said without further hesitation, "You're right."
Beth pushed Daryl against the wall and brought her lips to his. Beth slipped her tongue in his mouth, making the first move, feeling that he was still hesitant. She wanted him to know that this was what she wanted. Almost as a response to this, his hands drifted toward her hips, bringing her in closer.
Daryl felt hot in his pants, and so did Beth. "Welcome to my sex dungeon."
Beth motioned Daryl over to the other wall. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and from the floor. Daryl didn't need much of an imagination to know what they were meant for.
"Strap me in. Don't be gentle," Beth stroked his cheek sensually.
Undressing her, he did just what she said to. He looked at the array of toys. Whips and dildos galore.
"Take your pick."
Daryl eyes his choices. But then he remembered the candles. He took one and went over to where Beth patiently was strung up. He poured the wax on her stomach. She moaned in pleasure and pain. But good pain, not the kind she was used to. He wiped the wax off after she got her pleasure. He licked downward, lingering when he got to her southern area.
"Now that we started off, I have something special to use," Beth breathed. "Look in the bag."
Daryl opened it. It wasn't quite what he had been expecting. He looked at her, showing some pain in his eyes. "...I thought I left it behind."
"I got it, Daryl, for you. I've been waiting for a good time to give it to you but... Now seems perfect. You know what to do with it." She stared him down.
"You sure? ...It's rotting, y'know. And... It's Merle's hand." Daryl wasn't so sure this was a good decision.
"I want this, Daryl. I really do."
His (possibly dead) brother's detached hand inside of Beth... It didn't seem so healthy but if she was down for it, he had to oblige. "Fine, girl. It's gonna feel rough at first."
She looked up at him. "I know."
Daryl took the hand. He started off with one finger, working it in. She moaned so sweetly. Such a soft moan that suited her perfectly. He waited for her to show that she was ready. Daryl readjusted and put in two fingers. He could feel the heat off her. It was euphoric to hear her so satisfied.
"Oh Daryl- you're so... so good."
He smirked at that. Daryl never felt so good with someone before.
"Go all in... I can... I can take it, Daryl." she gasped.
"Get ready for it. I'm gonna make you squeal." He said with lingering grin. And he put it inside her, just as he said. The moans and gasps were like nothing you would expect to come from this fragile-looking girl. He now knew there was so much more to her. He knew her kinks, and now, she was going to find out his.
