Collateral Damage

C H A P T E R 56

DESSERT

Puppet

Play – ‘Look After You – The Fray’

“ H ayden this is crazy!” I grip the wheel of her battered old truck in absolute hysterics, belly laughing as she tries to show me the ropes but I'm definitely not getting the hang of this.

“You've got this! Just listen!” I know she has a death wish but this is ridiculous! I know I said I wanted to drive a car but this isn't exactly what I pictured. This is a shit box.“Is my shitty old truck not good enough for you?” It’s like she read my mind and her mischievous grin only makes me laugh harder, trying to concentrate on her instructions but it's hard to when she's looming over me, being all intelligent and hot.

“No! No it's lovely!”

“Concentrate Puppet . Foot all the way down on the clutch, then into first gear.” I'm panicking with too much adrenaline, giggling like an idiot.

“I can't! I can't- I can't do it!”

“Yes you can!” She sniggers at my predicament and I’m about ready to jump out of this truck but she has me as I claw playfully at her to let me out, restraining me with her palm to my chest. “ Alora Blackthorne . I didn't train a quitter. You put your bloody foot down right now.”

I pout, trying to seduce her into letting me out but she's not falling for it. Giving up I slowly look down at my feet.

“Wait, which one is the clutch again?” She glares at me with heavy judgement, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she leans against the frame of the open door and my chest tightens, staring entirely too long at her muscles.“I think I can tick this off my bucket list.”

She scowls at me, gripping the back of the seat as I laugh into her chest but she can’t contain her smile that makes my heart ache. It’s my favourite feature on her desolate face. It brings out her smile lines that give me butterflies. How can someone so deadly possess a smile so beautiful. The contrast leaves me breathless as I gaze up at her through my lashes.

“You've not even got it started yet!” Maybe driving is not for me. Not that I could drive anyway but I'm clearly a pussy and we are both clearly not cut out for teacher and student.

“Maybe youuuuuu should stick to the driving.” I hiccup nervously, grinning at her as she shakes her head in disappointment, peering over towards the passenger seat when my entire bloodstream turns the cold tap, glaring at an apparition of myself as that day decides to make an uninvited visit, wrapping around my neck like a snake until I'm starved of oxygen.

“ What's a pretty little thing like you doing all the way out here?”

His words cut through me replacing them with tears as I stare into a black hole, unaware of my surroundings, now completely and entirely alone like the ground has swallowed me whole, unable to speak or move. I feel his pressure on me, weighing me down until I'm gagging for air. Sitting in the driver's seat of her truck has completely evacuated from my mind as I now feel him inside me. Sitting right here with me.

“ Alora ?”

A hand grips my shoulder and immediately I shriek, yelping for help as his face stares back at me and all I can do is scream, scream until he gets off me as I thrash against his hold that left bruises against my skin for days.

“Hey! Baby it's me! It's me! I'm right here baby , look! Look at me!” My vision becomes clearer and her face reappears, gawking back at me with nothing but pure fright as she grips my arms with so much strength they may break, cupping my chin with haste as she finds me in this sea I'm lost in, calling for me to swim back to shore.

“You see me? I'm right here Baby girl . No one's going to hurt you, ok? You feel that?” She places my hand against her heart, clawing at my cheek with the other as she kisses my forehead with gentle violence, pulling me into her chest, securing me to regulate my breathing. “Like we practised, ok? In and out with me. Breathe for me. Calmly. Slow it right down.”

My sudden wave of security unfolds into floods of tears as she holds me there, squeezing me with just enough force for me to let it all out into her white tee. Soaking it with embarrassment.

“Don't ever leave me again.” I cannot contain my fear or my pain and my words come out a blubbery mess. He's buried his nails deeply inside my marrow and I need to learn to overcome this new monster taking up residence in my head. My Nightmare has become my hero and I'm entirely ok with that.

She wipes my tears, cradling my puffy cheeks and I kiss her slowly. To remind myself I'm right here with her. Grounding me to find safety.

“I'm not going anywhere.” Words cannot explain the comfort I find in her tongue. My own personal sanctuary I would never leave if she gave me the chance. An intimate connection that's touched every inch of my body and worshipped every part of me I loathed.

She pulls away, pulling my lip down with her thumb and I can see how much patience she possesses. How desperately she wants to ruin me but she won't until I tell her to and it only makes me want it more. I want her to possess me until she fights all my scary monsters away.

“But…” She lets out a prolonged ‘ U’ before she pops the ‘ T’ like whatever she is about to say is going to disappoint me.

“I do need to go and drop something off.” I let out a deep sigh, smiling at her terrible timing.

“I won't be long, I promise. Are you going to be ok? You have Shep to keep you company.” She pecks my forehead, playing with my chocolate hair between her fingers and everything inside me wants to ask to go with her but we aren't even close to being at that stage yet. I just hope one day we are.

“I'm ok. Go and do your thing.” My muscles relax as she smiles at me and suddenly I realise my breathing has calmed, along with the world around me.

She pulls me from the seat until I find my feet on the ground, leaning over my tiny body as she pushes my loose waves over my shoulder, running her tongue along the length of my neck.

“And when I come back… If you'll let me. I'm having dessert.” My pussy throbs at her call, knowing exactly what she means and I picture riding her face until I couldn't breathe. How ethereal it felt between my legs. I drag my lip through my teeth as I pull her in by her white tee, wearing mischief on my face.

“Yes Daddy… ” her devilish upturn makes my disgusting words just that little bit more tolerable when she looks at me like that.

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Play –‘Those Eyes – New West’

I mean. I know this isn't quite the dessert she meant but I had to keep myself occupied so I decided to raid her cupboards and she had just enough ingredients to make cookies but I wasn't expecting her to be so fast.

The key goes in the door and she wanders in, being rugby tackled by Shep at her feet as she glares at the monstrosity I've spread over her kitchen counter. Butter, sugar, flour, pots and pans. Meanwhile I’m prancing around in her flannel shirt I’ve been living in.

“What on earth are you doing? I've not even been gone a few hours.”

“Well, I was getting extremely bored. But seems as you're here now. You can help me.” I pull a sarcastic grin and she shakes her head as she peels off her leather jacket, heading straight for me and I still don’t understand how she wears that thing in this weather

“ Baking really isn't my thing.”

“Oh come on! It'll be fun! Even if they do taste terrible. And besides, you said you wanted dessert.” Her hands wrap my waist, spinning me to face her, lifting me off the floor as she puts me on the island, running her palms over my hips as she nips at my collar bone, melting her waist between my thighs like we are one.

“My dessert is meant to be spread over the island with her legs open.” If she thinks we are getting out of baking cookies she's highly mistaken .

“We are making cookies! Thennnn you can have your dessert.” I shove her away from me, placing a finger over her mouth as I jump back off the counter in protest, giving her incentive with persuasion but she follows me like a sheep, making my hairs stand on end as she rides the back of my shirt to reveal my ass, gently tapping it to make me squeak.

“ Yes Boss .” Her mockery is maddening but I can't seem to get enough, nuzzling into her chest with a laugh that makes her laugh and it's my favourite sound on this planet. It's crazy to think I have someone as hauntingly terrifying and disturbing as her, wrapped around my little finger and I intend to keep it that way because when she is carefree like this, it is one of the most attractive things in the world and I'm fighting the temptation to forget about the cookies and let her dine away when she touches me with such delicate force.

I've managed to tap into the soft dough beneath her hard shell and as if I wasn't already stupidly in love with her, she seems to forever prove me wrong by doing the next disgustingly adorable thing that just breaks away all my defences.

The way she refuses to let me brush my hair and does my insulin three times a day. How she looks after my needs when my sugars are low and lies with me when I'm having an episode. These last few weeks have been nothing short of everything I've been searching for. But I'll be honest. I don't know what we are. If we are even anything at all. I could say we are merely co existing but that would be a lie. Yet I don't know how relationships work so I guess the knowledge that I am hers is more than enough for my paranoia niggling in my ear telling me I mean nothing to her.

“So. What are we doing?” she asks playfully, peering over my shoulder at my weapons of choice and I see her eyeing up that flour.

“Youuuu. Are going to be my mixer because I have no muscles.” She looks almost offended as she looks down at me with one eyebrow knitted to her forehead.

“You mean I don't get to eat the chocolate chips so you have none left to put in the mix?” She goes to reach the bar of chocolate I found stashed away before swatting her hand away.

“Get!” ~smack~ “Off them!” She is a big kid I swear to God. “ Did you drop off what you wanted to drop off?” I ask hoping she will tell me what was so important she had to leave me to my own devices where I'm now baking cookies out of boredom, measuring out the mix as I add it to a big bowl.

“I did.” She leans against the counter next to me and the combination of petrol and leather makes my head fuzzy. It is this normal to be almost intoxicated by the scent of somebody's aura alone?

“And what did you drop off?”

“That's for me to know…” She leans in, lingering behind my earlobe before gently kissing my sensitive skin and I'm tingling like a spark of electricity.

“And for you, to dot dot, dot…” If she carries on, I’m never going to get these damn cookies done.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” I pass her the bowl of measured ingredients, placing a whisk in her hand as she smirks like a sinner.

“I can be a pain in your ass if you want.” She raises her tatted brown, grazing her bottom lip as she sets her eyes on my behind and I realise what vile innuendo she’s referring to as she starts whisking with little effort.

“Absolutely NOT..” My face crumples at the thought, remembering how it felt whilst she was devouring my soul the other day and I can feel my cheeks heating. How can anyone actually enjoy that? Wouldn’t it hurt like hell?

“ I’ll claim it. One way or another.” I'd say in your dreams but so far I've given her everything she’s threatened and I've given it willingly. So I huff in annoyance, watching her work her arm as she stares at me like a naughty school boy, drooling over her artwork that I daydream of at least ten times a day, wishing she’d wrap it around my throat again.

She finishes mixing and I portion the dough into a tray. I’m surprised her oven even still works but it hasn’t exploded yet so we're all good.

Play - ‘Daddy - Ramsey’

“How long have we got?” I turn to find her cleaning out the bowl with her tongue split against the rim and my throat locks, gawking at her as she peers at me over the bowl.

“ I- about twenty minutes. Why?” I fight the little whore inside of me she’s created, gagging to feel it between my thighs as I stagger my words, tipping my chin with authority but inside I'm dying slowly, fixated on the movement of her tongue as she purposely tries to get under my skin. It’s working.

“It’s a good job I can make you cum in ten then.” She places the bowl down, dragging me from the oven with no remorse, turning my back to her as she smacks my ass enough to make it echo a sting, gripping my throat tightly but it now makes me pool with arousal. I’m entirely unafraid of her as she peppers hot breaths against my neck.“I said I wanted dessert.”

She grabs my cheek, pulling me to face her and my body responds, turning until my hands are against her chest but she doesn’t push them away. She lifts me to place my sore cheek against the cold tiles as she undoes the buttons of her shirt I’m wearing, slowly revealing my hard nipples beneath and I’ll never get tired of the way she looks at me with such soft admiration yet her body holds so much hunger she has the ability to break my tiny body in half. It’s alluding. She is a force to be reckoned with but I will happily be her reckoning. I love it when she breaks me.

“Start counting.” She petals kisses against my flustered skin, burning up at her touch as she plays with my breasts, opening my legs like an automated response as she pushes my torso down against the island, running her tongue along my centre line until she’s hovering over my entrance, breathing against it to set me off. “What do you say?”

I know exactly what she wants me to say but I hesitate, pushing my pelvis into her face trying to feel her against me.

“Please-” Her hands smother my body and I’m already whining like a needy little bitch. It’s embarrassing how deeply I need to feel her tongue inside me but she resists me, taunting my ache.

“Please what?” Out of desperation the words leave my mouth without consent but right now it’s the least of my worries. I need her to get rid of this crippling pain she’s unfairly given me.

“Please Daddy… ” I don’t even have to look at her to feel the smile she presses against my pussy as she tugs my knickers to the side, tasting me on her tongue.

“That’s right Baby . Daddy will get rid of that ache for you.” The air is taken from my lungs as she wastes no time pressing her mouth to my hole with force, devouring me like she promised. My head falls back, hanging off the side of the counter like a corpse, dead weight with empty thoughts unable to keep my mouth shut and I’m glad there are no other houses around because if this was a village, every man and his wife would hear how I cry out for her. I also don’t hate how that word sounds on her tongue.

I’ve fallen in love with the nothingness I feel as she pulls me over the edge with her. That blissful minute of freedom I cling to as I let go of everything. It feels like you’re falling with nothing to keep you from hitting the ground. It’s adrenaline without consequences. It’s freedom without rules. It’s the best minute of my life.

Her tongue swims in my honey before pushing her fingers in, making me grip the edges of the counter as I gasp with pure euphoria, arching my back into her digits.

“Such a greedy Whore for Daddy… ” Her insertion has me already quivering to cum all over her ungodly perfect face and she knows it as she keeps a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of me with ease as I soak her hand in my juices. “Clocks ticking.”

I grind against her tongue, twitching as my clit runs underneath her piercings to hit that sensitive spot.

“Please can I cum?!...” She says nothing, still following my motion and I grind my teeth trying to hold back this orgasm I’m slowly losing myself in. “Please Daddy !” It slips but I could get used to how she responds when she audibly groans into my slit, gripping my thighs tighter, indenting my flesh.

“Cum for Daddy baby girl .” I don’t know what kind of chokehold this woman has me in but I don’t even have time to brace myself for the velocity in which I shatter, coating her entire face in me as I grip her hair tightly, locking her against me so she can’t cut my fun short but it only makes her moan louder and that noise alone is something of a dream I’d happily never wake up from. She’s at my mercy, feeding me pleasure through the very thing that grounds me, dirties me, commands me. Her voice is my anchor and her tongue is the chain, binding us to one another. Without it I am lost.

“Six minutes and thirty-two seconds.” I throw my head back up, nearly falling over at the whiplash trying to focus on her between my legs. Was she counting that entire time?!

She slaps my pussy gently, stunning me in place as she stands back up, rolling out her neck as she wipes my cum off her chin slowly with her forearm and my ovaries buckle, admiring her as she towers over my naked body and I sound crazy but it’s my comfort place when she looks at me like I’ve been carved out from heaven and placed in front of her.

“Don’t burn the cookies.” She drags my body into her crotch, slamming me against her as she pulls me up to her level, squinting my eyes tightly as I adjust to the light letting the blood rush back into my body. She runs the tip of her tongue against my bottom lip like a freak before sucking it into her mouth only resurfacing my demons she’s just put to bed as I taste myself on her tongue. “I’m going for a shower.”

She tips my chin with her finger to look up at her and my mind wanders, frustrated that she did that on purpose so I couldn’t join her. Only able to imagine her naked frame under the water as I sit here and stare aimlessly into this oven so they don’t burn.

“Fuck you…” She kisses me softly, grinning against my mouth and slowly pulls away making me chase her, almost falling off the edge.

“I’ll fuck you later Baby don’t you worry.” She catches my fall with her hand around my neck, peering down at me as she smiles disgustingly slowly and whispers into my mouth.

“Such a good girl for Daddy… ”

She’s lucky I have to watch these cookies.