Intrigued By Danger (The Danger Family #3)

7. Declan

7

DECLAN

Sunday Night…

I stood in the shower letting the lukewarm water run over my head so I could relax. It had been several hours since I left Elle’s house, and I was still worked up by everything that happened. It was my intention to go to her house to only fix the burn on her hand. I never expected to be taunted into choking her and shoving my hand down her pants. Her receptiveness and reactions gave me a rush that my body was completely unfamiliar with. It seemed like my body was releasing mass amounts of serotonin and dopamine at the same time, sending me into a different type of euphoria. My body didn’t know if it should panic or relax and that was the mode my mind had been in since I left her house. It was so bad at one point that I went back to the office and Kemba asked me if I’d hit a line of cocaine. It was easy to play it off by telling him I was overly excited about my first nephew about to be born.

After I finished showering, I got out and toweled off before wrapping it around my waist. I tapped my phone to see that it had just turned 7:59 and a video message popped up on the screen like clockwork. Since Winter was home, I grabbed it and stepped in the toilet area and turned the vent on just to be on the safe side. I opened it and pressed play. Elle had propped her phone up on her coffee table and was sitting on her couch with her legs spread, showing me her fat ass pussy print. She’d changed for a second time and was now in a tank and a pair of thongs. When she leaned forward, her puffy left lip slipped out of the small material. She came back in view, cradling a glass of wine between her fingers.

“Declan, I have now finished hour six of doing everything you asked me to do. I know this thing you’re doing is a part of your sadistic game and I am willing to play. Very willing, but I am ready to get cracked… like an egg. Plowed… like a garden. Back broken… like Humpty. I don’t know what kind of video you’re going to get at 8:59, but whatever it is will be blamed on this wine.”

When the video ended, I laughed so hard. Just from conversations I’d overheard her having with Greysen, I knew she was funny, but how she made every video funnier than the last was impressive. I responded and told her I was on the way, knowing it would probably be thirty minutes before I got there just to put her on edge more. I left the toilet and walked out of the bathroom and into the closet. I oiled up and dabbed on some cologne before putting on my briefs and my jewelry.

When I walked out of the closet, I almost stopped short when I noticed that Winter had come in the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She’d been hanging around the house all day. It even surprised me when she invited herself to come with me to the hospital when Greysen thought she was in labor. If I didn’t think the breakfast she made for me and Donovan yesterday morning was an admission of the guilt she felt, her moping around all day definitely was.

She watched me walk over to the ottoman where I’d put my joggers and my T-shirt.

“You’re leaving?” Winter asked.

“Yeah.”

I watched her as I put on my joggers. Her eyes shifted as if she wanted to say something. Winter wasn’t big on apologizing for doing shit she knew she was wrong for doing. Her idea of an apology was doing a few nice things for me like cooking my favorite foods, maybe a massage, and if she fucked up really bad, sucking my dick until I nutted. Her ass was probably on edge because I turned her down last night and this morning.

“How long are you going to be gone?”

I shrugged before throwing my shirt over my head.

“You need something?”

“No, I just didn’t know you were leaving.”

“Yeah.”

The silence was awkward and heavy as I put on my socks and shoes. She was making that one slightly pouty face she made when she wanted me to ask her what was wrong. Winter knew a lot of my triggers and if I took the bait, I would end up not leaving the house. I grabbed my wallet and put it in my pocket.

“Will you be home in time to bring me something to eat?”

I shrugged again.

“Declan, you not leaving because you mad about the dress thing right. I apologized.”

My eyes darted from side to side. “You did?”

“I mean…” she paused.

“What do you mean?”

“I just lost track of time, Declan, and I didn’t read the card when I first got it.”

“Okay,” I said, waving my hand, urging her to add more to her statement.

“What?”

“And what should you say after that?” I prepped.

I already felt like Winter was letting this open relationship thing get to her head, even though she said she wouldn’t. I felt like if she could offer an apology and be genuinely sincere about it, I would not check out. I wouldn’t even go to Elle’s to put myself in the position to check out of this relationship.

“Declan, you want me to apologize because I didn’t read the card that told me to be ready for a date night. Why didn’t you just text me?”

I stared at her, determined not to let her get to me, because she knew exactly what she was doing. For the last few weeks, she’d been ignoring my texts for hours and she barely picked up the phone. I was lucky to get her to answer on a first call, let alone respond to a text in a timely manner.

“Winter, I will not accept that because I can wholeheartedly say that when someone sends you flowers, the very first thing you do is look at is the card. I know you didn’t open it. You can’t know what you don’t know, right? My issue is that you were itching to get out of the house so bad you didn’t stop for five seconds to open the card.”

“Declan, you haven’t offered to take me on a date in months, why would I think you changed that now?”

“You…” I stopped myself.

She was doing exactly what I expected her to do. She wanted to turn everything around on me. I wasn’t going to take the bait.

“I’m sorry, okay? Next time you send me flowers, I will make sure the very first thing I do is open the card.”

“Okay, Winter. Thank you.”

She almost got me. I clasped my watch on my wrist.

“And you’re still leaving?”

“Yes. Me leaving was not contingent on whether I received a proper apology from you.”

She looked taken aback.

I surprised myself because I’d never spoken to her that way before and needed to get away from her before I ended up relenting, like I knew she expected me to. After grabbing my phone, I left the room, thankful she wasn’t behind me. Outside, I took a deep breath before getting on my Wolverine and headed toward Elle’s place.

It didn’t take me long to get to pull up to Elle’s house. Her garage door was up, but her dad’s truck was in the yard. It wasn’t up when I left, so I assumed she wanted me to pull into her garage, which was confirmed when the garage door came down as soon as I pulled in. I got off the Wolverine and grabbed my bag before approaching the door. The smell of food wafted under the door, making my stomach rumble. Instead of knocking, I opened it just as Elle came around the corner with her face scrunched up.

“Nun-uh. Is that what you do? Just walk into people’s homes. What if I had my sawed-off in my hand?”

I looked her up and down, laughing. “Girl, your little ass does not have a sawed-off shot gun.”

She shrugged. “Hm. Okay.”

I kicked my shoes off and followed her when she walked away. She still had on her tank top, but she’d put on a pair of tiny ass shorts, showing the bottom of her round ass cheeks.

“Damn, it smells good up in here,” I said as when we walked into the kitchen. “I could smell whatever it is from outside.”

“I know it smell good in here, but once again, I ain’t gon’ tell you what I’m cooking because you love to make fun of how country I am.”

“Because you are country, and it is very funny that someone less than sixty-five years old be in the kitchen cooking chicken and dumplings.

“Oh, you real funny today, I see,” she laughed, and walked over to her blender and turned it on.

I leaned against the wall and watched her fix her plate. She broke off a piece of biscuit, sopped up some of the gravy, then walked over to me and held it up to my mouth. It looked just as good as it smelled.

“What is it?”

“Biscuit and some gravy. Homemade biscuits at that.”

“Homemade biscuits, what? See. Even my mom busted open a can of Pillsbury whenever she cooked.”

“And I’m not your mom,” she said and smiled.

“That smile so pretty I’m not even going to take that as an insult.”

“The only insulting thing is that I’m holding up a piece of bread with gravy on it and you’re inspecting it like I’m trying to poison you.”

I looked around her to examine what was on the plate, but I couldn’t tell.

“I will tell you after you taste it. You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

“No, but why would you ask me that? You ain’t about to give me no coyote meat, are you?”

She burst into a fit of giggles and pinched my side, but I wasn’t joking. I’d heard Mr. Quest and Kemba talking about cooking squirrel stew before. Since then, I squinted extra hard at the meat they cooked and offered the staff.

“This is just the gravy, Declan.”

“So, it is coyote meat?”

She laughed. “Boy, no.”

Reluctantly, I let her put it in my mouth. The second the biscuit and gravy melted against my tongue; I couldn’t hide my satisfaction.

“Yeah, I know,” she boasted. “It’s liver and onion gravy.”

When my face dropped, she laughed and walked over to her blender and poured herself a glass of whatever she’d made. After she grabbed her plate, she walked by me into the dining room.

“What kind of liver?”

“Human. Come sit down and stop asking stupid questions. You liked it.”

When I sat down and looked at her, she tried to avoid looking at me so she wouldn’t burst out laughing.

“Oh my gosh. Stop looking like that. You know it ain’t no damn human liver.” She giggled. “Or you look like that because you want some, and don’t know how to ask, in fear that you’ll be labeled country?”

She raised her eyebrows like she was waiting for an answer. I looked at her plate and she’d added some potatoes to it; it looked good as hell.

“I’ll take a plate, Ella.”

“Exactly. I’ll keep it a secret.”

She wiped her hands on her napkin and got up to fix me a plate.

“I could have done that.”

“I know, but you’re a guest in my home. Next time, you’ll be all on your own. You want some of this spiked Brazilian lemonade?”

“I ain’t never had that. I could try it.”

She brought me back a plate and my drink.

“This really looks and smell good as fuck. I’m surprised you ain’t locked down one of these country ass niggas with this type of cooking.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means what it means. You know they say the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Oh, you think I run a soup kitchen? Men do not come in here like that. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“But…” I paused, wanting to bring up her other lifestyle.

“Was that your way of asking me if I’m single or dating?”

“No, but I assumed you were dating someone because earlier I parked my Wolverine outside, but tonight, I parked it in the garage.”

She pointed at her chest. “I’m not the one who’s taken. I thought you might have wanted to be discreet.”

I nodded, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. Part of me wanted to know what her love life looked like. I felt like we’d talked about everything but that.

“And you hadn’t told me the rules y’all have, and—”

“How is your hand?”

Her eyes darted around before she started eating her food. I followed suit and dug in as well. The food tasted even better than I imagined, and it was my first time having some. For years, I’d dodged all the Citrus Grove country ass delicacies, but it was something about Elle that made me want to do what she said.

The look she kept giving me was starting to make me slightly nervous. I remembered Kemba said I didn’t need to bring up Winter, so I changed the subject, but that seemed like the wrong thing to do, too. After she swallowed down some of her drink, she licked her lips and looked at me.

“Declan.” She reached out and touched my hand. “Leave your avoidance issues outside of my door. You don’t have to avoid anything in here. I’m not going to judge you for anything you say or do. I think the last seventy-two hours proved that.”

Nodding, I picked up the glass and sipped some of her drink and was also surprised at how good it tasted.

“Damn, that taste good.” The look on her face made me chuckle. “Nah, I’m going to say more, but this shit tastes good. What did you say this was?”

“Spiked Brazilian lemonade. I’m surprised you like it. You know you seem to be vehemently against girly drinks.”

“Nah, I was just telling your little ass that you needed to have a girly drink and not drink like the big dogs.”

“The big dogs, huh?”

I nodded, drinking some more. After a few moments, I decided to be honest.

“Don’t ask. Don’t tell. That’s what she said. And that she wouldn’t slack on her mom duties. We’d still spend time with each other. Those are the rules. So, I haven’t been asking, and she hasn’t been telling. She hasn’t slacked on being a mom, but I feel that’s only because Donovan is mostly splitting his time between my parents and his uncles, spending his last days living it up before school starts back. She’d been hanging around me all day today, but out of guilt, not because she wanted to.”

“How do you know that? I’m asking because ever since we’ve been talking, it seems like you are more in your head about a lot of stuff than what’s really going on.”

“It’s her pattern. After she pisses me off and her charm don’t work, she moves to guilt tripping. Tonight was the first time I didn’t take the bait.”

She smiled. “How did that make you feel?”

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“Do you think she’s wondering where you are right now?”

Thinking for a moment, I responded, “No. More than likely not. She probably thinks I’m just riding around, trying to make her mad.”

“Yeah, y’all been together too damn long because if I know I pissed my nigga off, and he just up and left, open or no open relationship, I’mma have some questions. She just playing hard. I know that chest was tight as hell, especially if she’s used to you folding so easy.”

I laughed. “Yeah, but you don’t know Winter for real.”

“Or I don’t know you, because why she think like that anyway as opposed to anything else. You must ain’t never went upside her head before?”

The look on her face said she was dead serious, and it made me laugh hard as hell.

“Ella. No, I have not gone upside the mother of my child’s head or any woman for that matter.”

She grinned. “Good. Just checking.”

My eyebrows knitted together. “How are you just checking? How do you know I’m not lying?”

“I have my own personal checklist because there are some weirdos who can pass a polygraph test. Are you done with that?”

I nodded. “You are so damn funny, girl.”

She stood and grabbed our plates, then took them to the kitchen before returning with the blender to top off both of our drinks.

I grabbed my bag and pulled out a joint. “You mind?”

“Nah. We can go out on my patio. Oh, and my hand is fine, by the way. I hardly feel it.”

“Okay, good. I’ll still change the bandage for you, though.”

“You are too sweet.”

“Well, thank you,” I said and stood, watching her walk into the kitchen.

“I just have to get my little light thingy, so we won’t be in the pitch dark. I have been trying to get an electrician out here.”

She opened her bottom cabinet and pulled some type of container out, but the gun holster caught my eye before she closed it.

“Hol’ up, hol’ up. Open that again.”

She looked at me, grinning while pulling it open. “Yeah, you ain’t got no more country jokes, do you?”

“Nah, you really got a sawed-off holstered under your sink. I have no more jokes.” I laughed. “Why under the sink, though?”

“My dad always suggested to keep a weapon in the places you spend the most time, or in a place you can get to them quickly. For me, that is my bedroom and the kitchen. The bedroom should be self-explanatory, but how my living and dining room is set up, it’s easier to put it in the kitchen.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nah, I’m scared of you, for real,” I said.

“You should be.”

“Because I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, I’m just going to follow you outside with my mouth shut.”

I followed Elle outside to her patio, watching her set up the light while I sat in the middle of the swing. I had the perfect view of her ass as the light brightened the patio.

“Is this enough? I can make it brighter.”

“Nah. This good right here. I just need to see this and you.”

She looked at me and blushed before sitting crossed legged toward me, showing me her fat ass pussy print. When she noticed what I was looking at, she dropped her hands in her lap and grinned. I shook my head as I lit up my joint. Out the corner of my eye, I watched her stare at me as I took a long, hard pull, then blew smoke toward her.

“Lil’ Bit, why you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“Because you are fine as hell. Also, let me tell you how I almost checked yo’ chin for the way you looked at me earlier in the hospital. But then I kind of understood because Winter was in there… but then I was like hell nah, because you looked at me like I stunk or something.”

I chortled. “Ella, I did not look at you like that. You just caught me off guard because I was in the middle of typing out a text to you.”

“Oh, really? And what did it say?”

I pulled on the joint again, then offered it to her.

“That I’d learned my lesson and I’d triple my offer for my pictures.”

She pulled on the joint before blowing smoke in the air. “Is that so? What lesson did you learn, Declan?”

“That I needed to do what you said to do, when you say to do it.”

“That’s always the best thing.”

When she unfolded her legs and pressed her feet against my thigh, my muscle tensed, and I knew she felt it. She toked the joint, and I focused on her lips as she blew smoke my way. My pulse started to race, and my throat went dry.

“But then you decided you would just take your own. Why? What are you going to do with them?”

“I-I-I-don’t know. Maybe just look at them whenever I thought about them.”

Her foot drifted up my arm even more, and blood started to rush to my dick. I cleared my throat, trying to get the lump out of my throat.

“Relax, Declan,” she coached. “Here.”

She handed me back my joint and I pulled hard on it, choking on the smoke when she pressed her other foot against my crotch, making me harder.

“Oh,” she whispered.

When she pushed on my crotch, I looked down at her foot as she added more pressure. My dick strained against my briefs, and she kept adding more pressure. She laid back and trailed her foot up to my collarbone and then to my neck. I toked the last of the blunt before putting it out. Between the weed and whatever she spiked our drinks with, I was headed back into a high state of euphoria.

“This is such a nice vein, right here, Declan. You like that I’m rubbing my toe up and down it?”

“Yes,” I choked out.

She poked her toenail into the vein, and I dropped my head back, welcoming the stinging. With her other foot, she applied pressure directly to the head of my dick. The pain in my neck down to the pressure of my dick had me ready to bust.

“Ella,” I grunted and grabbed her foot, pushing it harder on my dick.

“Now, Declan, you just admitted to taking unauthorized pictures of my feet and that is a big no-no. I remember a certain someone saying they only intended to teach lessons once.” She withdrew both her feet and the nut that was building drifted away. “Only good boys get rewarded.”

I sighed and nodded. “That was very painful, but touché. I did do a bad thing.”

Elle giggled and got up to straddle me.

“That’s not going to help if you don’t want me to get hard,” I said.

She ground her hips into me, and immediately, her wetness seeped through my joggers. I looked down to see that she’d soaked the seat of her shorts, just like earlier. She clasped her fingers around the back of my neck.

“Declan, I’ve been a good girl for you, and you promised I’d get rewarded.”

When she licked her lips before biting her bottom lip, my dick jumped, and her smile told me she’d felt it. I grabbed her waist and moved her back and forth.

“How have you been a good girl, Ella?”

“I sent you your videos.”

“And what else?”

“I did not play with myself.”

“I’m so proud of you, Ella. For listening to me.”

“God,” she sighed.

As her head dropped back, I focused on her hard nipples.

“Lift your shirt for me, please.”

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up slowly, allowing her breasts to fall out perfectly. I pulled her to me and caught her left nipple between my teeth.

“Dec,” she hissed lowly.

When I applied more pressure, she gasped and grinded on me harder. She sighed in agony as I pulled away, scared I’d done too much.

I looked up at her. “Was that too much, Ella?”

She shook her head and pulled one of my hands from her waist, between her legs.

“Fuck, girl,” I murmured.

Elle sat back, and I grabbed the seat of her shorts and pulled them to the side. The milky clear moisture was all over her swollen lips and her thighs. Her scent was amazing. My mouth started to water at the thought of tasting and sucking her fat ass pussy into my mouth. I was supposed to be in control, but I was losing every bit of it while staring at her drenched pussy. She rubbed her hand down her pussy before sliding her middle finger deep inside, then adding her ring finger.

“Open your mouth, Declan.”

I obliged as she slipped her fingers into my mouth. I weaved my tongue between her fingers, trying to make sure I didn’t miss any of her juices. She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and smiled as she inspected how well I’d cleaned her fingers.

“Good boy,” she whispered, rubbing her fingers across my mouth before grabbing my chin and yanking it up. “More?”

My dick was about to explode.

“Fuck, yes, please,” I begged.

When she climbed off me, I finally caught my breath. She moved the table back and pulled a cushion from under it, scooting it in front of me.

“On the floor,” she commanded.

I slid off the swing onto the cushion on the floor, eye level with her crotch. Positioning her feet outside of my thighs, she squatted and got eye level with me. She eyed me like she wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say.

“You look so—”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t speak now, Declan. One thing I need you to learn is that when you start in control, then you need to end in control. Can you do that?”

I nodded quickly.

Her hand went across my face before I could process what was happening. The stinging in my face shot straight to my dick.

“Ella,” I groaned.

“Mistress Ella to you. Apologize, now, please.”

“I’m-I’m sorry…” I stuttered. “Mistress Ella.”

She smiled as she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up until just my arms were out of it. She pulled the shirt tight against my neck and twisted it slowly. The more she twisted, the tighter it got. When it started cutting off my circulation, I opened my mouth to breathe as much as I could. Satisfied with how tight the shirt was, she stood and yanked my head back.

“Grab my shorts and pull them down, Declan,” she ordered.

I hooked my fingers in the rim of her shorts and pulled them down. Somehow, she’d gotten much wetter.

“Jesus, Mistress,” I mumbled.

“Do not touch me or yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, Ella.”

She yanked my head back against the seat, then placed one knee on the swing and lowered her pussy on my mouth. I sucked her pussy into my mouth, trying to suck her dry. She grinded against me hard as I tugged, licked, and sucked on her vulva. She was taking my breath away in more ways than one, and it only made me more excited. My blood didn’t know where to go.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Dec,” she praised.

She tightened the shirt, and I didn’t think my dick could get any harder. If I didn’t relieve any pressure soon, I would combust.

“Suck it harder, baby,” she ordered.

Saliva dripped down the sides of my mouth as I sucked her. She spread her knee wider, now covering my nose. Every possible way to breathe was constricted, and I loved it.

“Declan, baby?”

She tightened the shirt more and looked down at me. I widened my eyes in response.

“You’ve been so good to me. So perfect. So willing to learn. So fucking willing…” she breathed as her head dropped back. “Fuck,” she whispered.

I felt and tasted the warm liquid spilling out of her, and I tried my best to catch it all. When she lifted herself off me, I nearly chased her pussy, wanting more of her and not caring that my head was pounding from damn near losing my blood. She squatted in front of me and slowly untwisted the shirt. My chest rose and fell rapidly. All I could do was stare at her. My mind was blown.

“How are you feeling, Declan?” She asked with a grin on her face.

Using my shirt, she cleaned the saliva off the sides of my face and neck.

“I feel… I can’t even explain. Damn,” I breathed.

She smiled before leaning over and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Get yourself together and you can come in when you’re ready,” she said.

She grabbed her shorts, stood up, and left me sitting there in the same spot. I watched her switch inside before laying back against the swing. My mind was starting to float everywhere. I knew I loved to be choked, but to have all sources of my breathing taken away was a completely different thing. I wondered how Elle was so confident in what I would like or how she managed to use my shirt to constrict my breathing. I would have never thought of that. The way she spoke to me and gazed at me was like she knew exactly what I needed and wanted.

After about ten minutes, I gathered myself and walked in her house to her staggering out of the hall with a goofy smile on her face. The way she stared at me had me trapped in place. I could tell she was floating because her eyes were lowered and tinted red. In the time I sat outside, she’d freshened up and was now wearing a two-piece bra and short set. I stared at her little pretty ass while trying to figure out what to say or how to vocalize how much I loved what she did to me.

“Nah, what the fuck do you and your pothead ass brothers put in y’all weed? I’m over here flying. I feel like I could go limbo,” she said, laughing.

I chuckled. “See, what I tell you about trying to hang with the big dogs?”

“You know what… I will give you that. This shit had me staring in the mirror like I was an extra on that movie The Faculty.”

I shook my head.

Her eyes widened. “You have never seen The Faculty? Wait, before you answer that, why are you standing over there? Do you need me to offer you a seat?”

“Oh, nah,” I said walking in the living room. “I was tripping. Sometimes I forget how to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time.”

She shook her head and picked up the remote.

“What are you shaking your head for, Lil’ Bit?”

I grabbed her by her waist and sat us down on her couch.

“No reason.” She maneuvered herself across my lap. “I think rich people live interesting lives, because what do you mean you haven’t seen the classic, The Faculty? TVs in y’all house was just for show, huh?”

I rubbed my lips together, trying to hide my smile.

She squinted. “If you mock me or say anything about me being country, Declan Danger, I’m going to the sink.”

“You going to the sink on me?”

“I’m going to the sink,” she repeated with a fake serious expression, blinking rapidly.

I chortled.

“Yeah, you think it’s funny now.” She pretended to get up, and I wrapped my arms around her and kept her in place.

“But no, it’s a really good movie, I promise. What type of movies do you like?”

She turned her television on and surfed the channels.

“Documentaries…” She turned her head toward me slowly. “Why am I getting the look of steel right now? I’m telling you, documentaries are the main thing, old or new, but I’ll watch anything. Me and my mom used to go to the Broadway shows a lot when I was younger. Why are you smiling like that?”

“I bet you look so fine in Black tie attire. Seeing you in a tuxedo…hmph,” she said, shaking her head. “A bow tie. We could have so much fun with a bow tie. Your tailored pants. You have a lot going on down there, so I know your bulge sits pretty in those pants.”

“You’re making me blush.”

“Good. It was just y’all who went?” she asked.

“Yeah, my brothers weren’t into it, and my dad dreaded going. It didn’t bother me because I like music anyway. It helps when I’m feeling a bit anxious.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, Declan, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about your anxiety. Did I do too much outside?”

I shook my head. “No. Everything you did was very surprising, yet exciting, and I loved it. It was very different for me. It was my first time doing something like that.”

“And earlier?”

“What about earlier?” I asked.

“That was your first time choking someone.”

I nodded.

“Is that why you withdrew when I called you what you are? The S-word. I had to taunt you to get you back to that mode. Why? And then outside, after you bit my nipple, you withdrew again. Why?”

A lump formed in my throat. There was nowhere to run because she was sitting on my lap. It also didn’t help that she was staring at me intensely, waiting for answers that were hard to explain. We’d just had a great time and I didn’t want to ruin it.

“I-I don’t know. I need to use the bathroom.”

Her face softened. “No, Declan. You want to run,” she said softly.

My chest was starting to feel tight as my heart pumped faster. When I thought about not having my medication, my throat seemed as if it was closing. I was starting to spiral, and she could tell. It was embarrassing enough to have these problems, but to be losing it in front of her had me wishing this was just a dream.

I tugged at the collar of my shirt. “Elle... I really need…”

I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes.

“Oh, Dec,” she sighed, straddling me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “If I let you run now, your body will condition you to run every time this conversation comes up. I want you to wrap your arms around me and hold me tight, please.”

I sat up, wrapped my arms around her, and rested my head on her shoulder. I focused of the softness of her skin, and she smelled so beautiful. I could smell whatever products she’d put on her hair.

“Tighter, Dec. Yes. Good boy. Whenever you’re ready to speak, you can.”

My heart thumped heavily against her chest. Between every rapid beat of my heart, I felt the low rhythm of her heartbeat. I adjusted and pulled her tighter until she grunted, prompting me to release her.

“No, no, Dec. You’re not hurting me. I promise, baby.”

I wrapped my arms around her again.

“Your heart is beating so fast, Declan. I feel it.”

“I know. It’s tapering now.”

When I felt normal again, I placed a kiss on her shoulder and sat back on the couch. She stared at me, but I stared past her at the flat screen mounted on the wall.

“How much has Greysen told you about my dad?” I asked. “Or even me or my family?”

“Honestly, nothing really, especially nothing personal. I’ve did my own reading about y’all when Greysen first met Diesel, but other than that, nothing. Why?”

“I didn’t want to be like them. I prided myself on not being like them. My father, especially. When I found out what he was into, I was disgusted. It gave me more of a reason to not like him. Around the time my dad got in all that trouble with those girls, my twin was telling me I needed to research it. Anytime I could get a chance to prove them wrong, I take it. Then I found myself reading a lot about the shit, slowly realizing I was just like them. Since I was so against it and talked all that shit about that lifestyle, I was ashamed to admit I saw myself in several fetishes and kinks. For years, I never knew me always wanting to suck Winter’s toes had a name. I didn’t know that my need for her to dig her nails in my back had a name or my wanting to spank and choke her had a name. Or my wanting to watch. Or my… the list goes on, shit.”

“Thank you, for telling me this, Declan. It makes me feel good that you trust me. So, that’s why when I jumped up in pain, you got worked up?”

I nodded slowly.

“And when I said the name, it reminded you that you’re weird, or like them.”

I nodded again.

“Did you talk to Winter about it?”

I scoffed. “Winter deaded it before I could even talk to her about it. She told me she would leave me if I was into that, which was why I was surprised when I saw how she was utilizing her open relationship. Your man can’t choke you, but you could get fucked in the bathroom by a random. Me wanting to suck on your toes is weird and nasty, and you can’t get with it, but getting your pussy played with by a random under the table is fair game. I think that’s what pissed me off the most, honestly. She doesn’t even fucking know what I would have gone for if she’d just talked to me.”

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling before looking at me.

“That’s fucked up of her to not want to explore that with you but giving the opportunity to someone else. Maybe she wanted to renege but couldn’t because she’d already told you that she would leave you if you wanted to do any of that. As far as your brothers and your father goes, have you ever thought about telling them so it might make you guys a bit closer… or close the gap in your head where you think you’re less than them?”

I shook my head.

“Why not?” she asked.

“A lot of years of trauma makes me closed off. Granted, years ago, we decided to move forward, and we’ve been working on our relationship. But sometimes I still feel like the elephant in the room.”

“Oh! There it is. Y’all just moved on and didn’t talk about the issues, and that’s where a lot of your anxiety comes from. I bet if you talked to them—”

“That’s the thing, though, Lil’ Bit. We already shook on moving forward. Bringing it up again sounds like nitpicking.”

“They are yo’ brothers, Declan. Not business partners. You don’t have a signed contract with them. You should be able to talk to them about anything unless you’re not telling me the whole story.”

I looked around the room before looking back at her. The look on her face told me she was not going to let me get away with not answering the question.

“I once accused them of not liking me and only tolerating me.”

“And I hoped they slapped fire from yo’ ass, because I don’t believe that for one damn second. Declan, I have been around siblings who hate each other and y’all do not give that at all. I’m telling you you’re letting this imaginary dick measuring contest ruin the true relationship y’all could have, and that makes me really sad because I feel like you are just in your head about your brothers. What Winter say?”

I shook my head.

“I’m going to reserve the sudden thoughts. Have you talked to someone else about this? A therapist, maybe.”

“Nah. Well, Kemba, but—”

“Oh, hell naw.” She shook her head, laughing. “Kemba is the very last person you need to get advice from, and when I say very last, I mean very last. No, really. Ask Lil’ D before you ask Kemba.”

I laughed. “That’s my dog. Why you say it like that?”

“Because he gets on my damn nerves and he’s crazy. Loyal like a dog, but crazy like a street dog.”

I nodded in agreement. “That’s true”

Remembering what Kemba said about her and what she now said about him had me wanting to know what she did to his friend to make him go crazy.

I wrapped my arms around the small of her back.

“I want to apologize for dropping all of this on you after you’ve done those amazing things to me tonight. I feel stupid and I’m embarrassed, honestly.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me for that, Declan. You needed to release it, so we can move forward. Because when you get in your bag, I’ma need you to be completely focused and not worried about hurting me, baby.”

“That’s the thing, Ella.” I brought one hand around her body and up to her breast before giving it a quick squeeze and grabbing her neck. “When I grabbed your neck, something different surged through me. It scared me because I could have squeezed tighter. I wanted to squeeze tighter.”

She licked her lips. “Then you should have. I’m a big girl,” she said, proving it by wrapping one of her hands around mine, forcing me to squeeze tighter.

“I’m scared this will open a box I won’t be able to close.”

“Then don’t close it,” she challenged.

Elle ground on my lap and dropped her head back, giving me more access to her neck. I pulled her down to me and sunk my teeth into the side of her neck, making her inhale sharply. I released her skin, kissing where I’d just bruised. I kissed down her collarbone until I reached the rim of her shirt and moved her back.

“Let me see,” I requested.

She pulled her shirt down, letting her breasts pop out.

“I can stare at these all day. I love them already,” I husked.

Leaning forward, I circled her large areola with the tip of my tongue, before pulling her protruding right nipple in between my teeth. The hiss she let out prompted me to add more pressure.

“Yesss, daddy,” she moaned.

Hearing it roll off her tongue made my dick jump. I kissed her across her chest, circling her areola and biting her nipple.

“God,” she whimpered, grinding harder against me. “Daddy, that one is so very sensitive. I had a botched piercing, and it’s made it very sensitive. Blessing and a curse”

I looked up at her. “So, all you’re telling me is I need to bite a lil’ harder.”

“Please,” she begged.

I obliged, adding more pressure.

“Daddy,” she whimpered, bucking against me harder.

Reaching between us, I ripped the thin material and rubbed her pussy. It was already soaked and swollen. When her stomach quickened, I released her nipple and she let out the cutest whine.

I looked up at her. “Not yet, Ella.”

She poked her lips out, pouting.

I slipped my middle finger inside of her. “How is that? Is that okay while I take care of this jealous nipple over here?”

“Another finger, please, daddy.”

My dick jumped under her, but she was too consumed in her own pleasure to feel it. I added my ring finger, and she used my shoulders as leverage and rode my fingers slowly. Her insides were warm and rigid, like it had been a while since she’d been stretched out. I took her right nipple between my teeth, sucking and licking on it. Every time I added teeth, her pussy clenched.

“Ooh, God,” she moaned.

When her stomach quickened, I released her nipple and looked at her. The pain and pleasure in her facial expression were beautiful. She was on the verge of exploding and pissed that I wouldn’t let her.

I removed my fingers from her.

“Oh my God!” She shrieked.

“Quiet, or you won’t get one at all.”

She folded her lips in her mouth.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I maneuvered us, laying her flat on the couch with me bracing myself above her with one knee between her legs and one foot on the floor. Just like she’d done me earlier, I rubbed my wet fingers all over her mouth before putting them in mine. She tasted even better than when I tasted her on the patio.

“I love how good you taste, Ella.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her nipples were still hard as hell; I caressed them between my thumbs and index fingers. The look of desperation on her face was one I could get used to.

“I’m going to have to buy something to clamp onto these beautiful gumdrops, huh?”

Her back arched in response as if she imagined it.

“You wanna cum, Ella?”

“Please.”

I nodded slowly before dragging one hand down to her wet ass pussy and the other one up to her neck. I tightened my grip on her neck and rubbed her pussy, squeezing and tugging on her swollen vulva.

“Oh, Ella, you look so fucking beautiful, right now.”

Her back arched and I squeezed her neck tighter, forcing her lips apart for air. Leaning down, I covered her lips with mine. Eye to eye, I could tell she was challenging me, so I squeezed her neck tighter, and a slight wheeze escaped her lips as her eyes closed.

“Talk to me, Ella.”

“Da…” She choked out.

“Yes, Ella,” I whispered. “Are you about to cum for me, baby?”

“Agh…”

Suddenly, I felt warm liquid filling my fingers, soaking my pants and the bottom of my shirt. I released her neck and her eyes suddenly opened, filled with tears. I looked down at her pussy, swollen and wet around my fingers, and then at the damage she did to my clothes.

“Sorry, daddy, it’s… it’s been a while,” she breathed.

“It’s okay, baby. As long as you got what you needed. You good?”

She nodded fast. “Are you?” she asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m on cloud nine, Lil’ Bit.”

“Even though you haven’t…” She looked at my dick tenting my pants.

“Baby, I’m good. I’ll go down soon. I just feel like I’m a bit too jittery or angsty to fuck you right now. I might go too crazy.”

“I get it, but… I’m in the perfect position for you to fuck my mouth.”

My dick twitched. “Ella.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her.

“Are you sure?”

She grinned. “I have a feeling you won’t be up here long.”

I chuckled because she was not lying. I hadn’t had my dick sucked in so long. The second it hit her tongue, I risked nutting.

Elle watched me with hunger in her eyes as I straddled her chest, positioning myself so my weight wasn’t on her. Her eyes widened when I pulled my dick out. Her lips formed into the most beautiful shaped ‘o’.

“Daddy, it’s so beautiful. Can I have some precum lip gloss?”

Rubbing my fingers through her hair, I responded, “I don’t know, can you?”

“May I please have some precum lip gloss, daddy?”

I tightened my grip on her hair, lifting her chin up.

“Open,” I commanded.

When she opened her mouth, I circled her lips with the tip of my dick, coating her lips with my precum. Just the sensation from her lips sent chills down my spine. We stared at each other as I slipped the head of my dick past her teeth and deep into her mouth. She kept her mouth wide open as I pushed further into her mouth, making her gag.

“Shit,” I whispered, pulling out of her mouth.

She rewet her lips.

“You taste so good, daddy. I want more, please,” she whined, and opened her mouth.

I slid my dick in her mouth and pumped in and out slowly. Her tongue fluttered under the shaft of my dick and felt so fucking good. When I sped up, the gargling sounds at the back of her throat sounded sexy as fuck.

“Your mouth feels so good, Ella. Fuck, this feels good. Can I go faster, harder?”

When she tried to answer, globs of spit sputtered out the sides of her mouth.

“Oh my fucking… God, Ella,” I grunted.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her mouth until she gagged hard, and more spit fell out of out of her mouth. My balls tightened. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Ella, baby. I’m about to cum.” I fucked her mouth. “And I’m going to cum on your pretty face. Can Daddy do that? Can I mark you? Make you mine, Ella.”

The whimper that came out of her mouth toppled me over the edge.

“Shit!” I pulled out of her mouth and stroked my cum all over her face.

“It’s so thick and warm, Daddy,” she cooed.

“Damn, damn, damn, Ella fucking Thomas,” I mumbled while staring at the ceiling.

After stroking out the last bit of my cum, I stared at her, making her smile.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful. Perfect, even.”

I fell back against the other arm of the chair, trying to catch my breath. While I stared at the ceiling in a daze, I heard her grin.

“That’s wild as hell, what you just made me do. I feel like I can’t even move right now.”

“I’ll go get us a towel. You just lay there and relax.”

She couldn’t stop giggling.

The movie Elle put on had just gone off. She’d fallen asleep in my lap halfway through. I wasn’t mad because she told me what was going to happen if I kept massaging her scalp. She looked so peaceful curled up with a blanket under her chin. I looked at my watch and it was after midnight. As bad as I wanted to stay, I needed to get home. But damn I didn’t want to wake her up. Once I left her house, it would be back to my real life. The whole time I was with her, my mind only went to Winter when we talked about her. I hadn’t checked my phone. For the first time, in a very long time, my mind wasn’t wandering. My chest didn’t feel restricted. I felt completely relaxed and I hated that I had to ruin it.

I rubbed my knuckles up and down her cheek until she stirred awake. Even though the room was halfway dark, her eyes were still so big and bright.

She cleared her throat. “Hi, Declan.”

“Hi, Ella. I have to go home now.”

She poked her lip out.

“Don’t pout, Lil’ Bit. We’ll see each other again. I owe you something, right.”

“You don’t—”

“Shhh.” I put my finger over her lips. “If we are going to do it, then we are going to do it right. I’ll delete the photos, too. Can I take you to bed?”

“Yes.”

Gathering her into my arms, I stood and walked her to the bedroom. She held onto my neck as I pulled down her covers before laying her down and tucking her in.

“Declan Danger, you are going to spoil me. Scalp rubs. Teary orgasms. Sleepy rides to bed and turn down service. I don’t know. I can’t take this.”

“I’ll spoil the fuck out of you if you let me.”

She smiled big. “That’s going to make my pussy wet, Declan. You better leave.”

I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “A’ight, Lil’ Bit.”

“I can open and close the garage from my phone. Goodnight, Declan.”

“Goodnight, Ella.”

I left her room and grabbed my things before walking back out to the garage. Just as the door opened, I got on my Wolverine and backed out of her garage, waiting until she closed it before I pulled off. As I headed home, I pulled my phone out and checked my notifications to several missed calls from Diesel, and a missed call and text from Winter telling me she left food in the stove for me. I had half a mind to call Diesel back, but I knew he didn’t want shit, or he really could have found me, if he wanted.

When I pulled up in my yard, I deleted me and Elle’s pictures from my phone and our text thread as I told her I would. Walking in the house from being with another woman had me feeling crazy as fuck, though I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I wondered if this was how dad felt when he would come from bouncing his ex-mistress all around her apartment. I shook away those thoughts before my mind wandered too far off.

When I walked in my bedroom, Winter was already in the bed sleep. I walked to my side of the bed and put my phone on charge, before walking in my closet to get undressed. Elle was trying her best to protect me because she told me she’d wash my clothes after she’d wet me up, but I told her she ain’t have too. After I got undressed, I tipped out the closet, and into the bathroom so I wouldn’t wake Winter up. I brushed my teeth and washed my face but decided against a shower because I was tired as hell, and plus I’d washed up at Elle’s house. I threw on my sleeping shorts before walking back into the room.

I sat on my side of the bed and checked my phone to see a message notification from Elle. If I opened it, I would be tempted to text back, so I enlarged the message on the screen.

Junior: Dec, before I go to sleep, I just wanted to tell you that tonight was perfect. I hope I made you feel good. You know you made me feel good. I also want to tell you again that you are not weird for liking what you like. And I don’t usually put myself out there like this, but I hope we can explore more. If you decide that tonight was too much for you, I’ll completely understand. Night.

I smiled at her text message, before laying down.

That girl didn’t know what she’d opened in me.