Intrigued By Danger (The Danger Family #3)

15. Declan

15

DECLAN

Me and Elle were sitting on the patio of our cabin enjoying a smoke and what little view we had. We’d finished eating a couple hours ago and she wanted to relax instead of leaving the property. Every now and then I’d look at her and could tell her mind was a million miles away. I knew she was worried about her friendship with Greysen, especially since she hadn’t responded to her voice message she’d sent on the jet. She hadn’t mentioned it, but I also knew her mind was on my comment about her having me completely. After getting to know her intimately, I’d learned how her mind worked, so on top of Greysen not responding to her message, she thought this was my way of breaking things off with her, but that was far from the truth, especially after the information that I’d received.

The ultimatum Winter gave me fucked me up so bad, I had to take a little over my prescribed dose of medication. It also didn’t help that my shorty called herself not texting when she woke up the next morning like she said she would. If I knew Elle like I thought I did, that was her starting to run again. Sadly, but honestly, I was comfortable with not having to look in her face as we had that tough ass conversation until everything she’d done for me popped in my mind. She’d helped me in more ways than I could ever thank her for, and she deserved more than that, no matter if she thought she did or not. Since I hadn’t gotten any real sleep since that night, I’d been jotting down my thoughts and feelings, so I could make sure I told her everything.

In the middle of me finalizing my speech to her, my accountant called me, asking about fifty grand that was moved from one of my accounts. After confirming that it was a different fifty grand than what I’d given Elle, I asked Winter about it, and I could tell from her expression that she’d flat out lied. She said that she’d helped her parents buy a new car, which I would have had no problem with her doing, but she lied. Calling and asking her parents would be pointless because I was sure she’d already told them to pacify me if I’d called them. That was how I ended up in New York this morning. I wanted to make sure that I hadn’t been so immersed in Elle that I’d completely forgotten Winter’s expressions. I’d landed early that morning when I knew they’d both be at home, and there was no new car, confirming my thoughts.

I got back on the jet laughing at myself for how stupid I was about to be. I was about to let her ultimatum run Elle out of my life while she was playing games. I told my accountant to go back through everything for the last few years and send it over. After I got all the information, her answers better add up or she was going to hate me. I was too pissed to go home and have a civil conversation with Winter, so I went to Elle’s instead and packed some of my favorite lingerie of hers and stopped at the mall on the way back to airport to get her some new clothes.

I’d cut my eyes to Elle, and she was already looking at me, grinning.

“Why you staring at me like that? The princess is raging?” I asked, referring to the strain she was smoking.

She nodded slowly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course?”

“Do you know how handsome you are?”

I shrugged. “I get it a few times, here and there.”

“Here and there. Niggas be lying. You know you fine.”

“Thank you, Babygirl. It really means a lot coming from you, for real. Your compliments be giving me butterflies and shit. That’s crazy.”

“Really?” She stood from her seat and straddled me. “What else gives you butterflies?”

She pulled her on her blunt and leaned over to blow me a charge.

“You’re giving my dick butterflies right now. Feel how hard it’s getting?”

She twirled her hips.

“Okay, now.”

She hit her blunt one last time and put it in the ash tray.

“But, no, seriously. We had a nice couple months together. Did we do everything you wanted to do?”

“Is this a survey because what if I say no? Do we get to do it?”

She looked around. “I mean, yeah, but how long are we going to be here?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I mean…” She gasped when I started running my index finger across the front of her collar. “I mean…” She repeated, shrugging. “Declan, you know.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”

“I know that…” She paused when the doors to the cabin a few doors down from ours opened, and a man walked out on his patio. That was cabin five, the person who tipped us the most when I spanked Elle. “Side bar. How do you know the people here, are into the same stuff that you are into? Do you just go up and say, ‘hey, I would like for you to fuck my wife in front of me?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t think most people are that braze—whoa, why that particular question?”

Her eyes darted around. “It was a rand—whoaaa.” She rubbed her teeth across her bottom lip, trying to hide her smirk. “Is that what’s on the survey?”

“What are you talking about?” I looked away from her, slightly embarrassed.

“No, no. Look at me. Talk to me. Is it?”

I looked at her. “It’s not like I’m a… cuck.” I shuddered because I hate that word. “I don’t want to hold your hand while Mr. Olympian power drives you.”

She chortled loudly, and covered her mouth, even getting the attention of cabin five. “It’s not funny, Daddy, I am so sorry! It’s the weed. I’m sorry, for real.”

She’d pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, trying to keep it together.

I folded my arms across my chest. “Get off me Lil’ Bit,” I joked, and rocked my legs slightly.

“You have to admit that analogy was like… wild. The visual, Declan, come on. For real. Okay, okay, I’m done.”

I shook my head, trying not to laugh at the semi-serious face she was making.

“For real, I just want to watch, sitting in a corner. You don’t even have to acknowledge me, or anything. When I see you in a state of euphoria, that shit turns me on. I be feeling like the room has defied gravity and I’m floating or some shit. It can be a man or…”

“A woman?”

“Yeah, but only if… you know.”

“Is that your way of asking me if I’ve been with a woman before?”

“Yes.” I breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling. “You know I had so many questions after our last time at Benjamin’s, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

She giggled. “Well, I have. Several times. An older woman is what got me intrigued with the lifestyle. When I was twenty-one, a bored housewife was paying me to have sex with me. She was a friend of one of my clients. Rich traditional wife by day… fucking a young woman with a strap-on every other night. That was also a very fun Summer. Me and Grey had so much fun off that money.”

“Wow. You talk about me surprising you, you keep me on my fucking toes, woman.”

“Yeah, but this ain’t about me though. Will you participate?”

I shook my head. “I don’t have to.”

“Ever?”

“Would you want me too?”

“Only if you’re comfortable. I’ve done a lot of things, but a threesome isn’t one of them, and I do have a DP fantasy.” She raised her eyebrows twice, smirking. “You don’t think it’s gay or nothing, do you?”

“Nah. I just wouldn’t know what to do, for real. I’ve never had a threesome before either, and I’d probably make it awkward.”

“Oh, maybe that’s something we can find out if we like together? Two women and you, and then two men and me. Is that okay?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“I know for sure I could watch you fuck another woman. Would you want me to watch you?”

“Nah. My kink is seeing you in a state of bliss baby. Anything that makes you close your eyes and bite that lip… yeah, I wanna see it.”

“Oh! So, the person can pound me or go slow? Like… oral sex and all.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Ella. I’m the audience in your show.”

“What if they wanted to—”

“That collar is around your neck for a reason. There is only one of me.”

Her lips spread across her face.

“Uh-huh, I know you.”

“So, basically you just want to whore and slut me out? Like I’m your little prostitute or something.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean—”

“Sshh.” She leaned forward and kissed me. “It’s okay, Daddy, I’m your little whore to slut out.”

Blood rushed to my dick.

“Ella,” I groaned.

She started circling her hips, adding pressure to my dick.

“All my holes belong to you for you to do whatever you want with.”

“Woman, shit.”

When I shifted in the seat, she sat back grinning.

“Uh-oh. I feel the caterpillar.”

I chuckled. “You so funny, man.”

“Do you want to go and grab us some drinks from the bar?”

“Sure, what you want? Let me guess… a Mai Tai.”

“You really think you know me?”

“Like the back of my hand.”

I tapped her thigh so she could get up. When I stood up, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Are you coming inside?”

Even though we were mostly safe on this property, nothing was ever one hundred percent.

“Yes in a few minutes,” she said and sat down.

I looked and saw that the guest from cabin five was still on his patio alone. Suddenly, it hit me. I believed Elle was trying to set something up, and I was going to let her. If it was up to me, it would only stay a fantasy. I stared at the back of her head for a moment before I left the cabin. Since we weren’t that far, I decided to walk. There were a few more people there than when we came in earlier. I grabbed a seat at the end of the bar and the bartender came over to me.

“What can I get for you tonight?”

“Let me a get a short glass of Johnnie Walker Gold Label for here, and in a few minutes, I want to take a double shot of the same thing and a Mai Tai to go.”

He nodded and went to make my drink. Looking through the glass, a man and two women were getting handsy with each other. Even though I didn’t want to, I thought about where Winter and I would be if she had of just spoke to me before it got to this point. Shaking away thoughts of her, I watched the trio until the bartender brought my drink. I threw the drink back, welcoming the comforting burn. After the burn sizzled, I signaled the bartender I was ready for my other drinks. I wanted to get back to Elle before she started overthinking. After I got my drinks, I left the bar and walked back to the cabin.

Opening the door, the lights were dimmed and the red light beamed in the corner. Knowing the camera was on had my heart thumping at what I was about to walk into. I eased the door closed and crept further into the cabin, stopping short at the sight of Elle naked and squatting in front of the man from cabin five. She was looking up at him as she bobbed up and down his dick. He could barely keep his eyes opened as he looked down at her. Elle deep throated him, and he nearly lost his footing. The satisfactory smile on her face sent shivers down my spine. I had to sit down, so I went sat in the corner of the room. I set her drink on the table and took a big sip of mine, hoping the burn would calm me down a little.

Elle started deep throating him, gagging softly with saliva pouring out of the sides of her mouth.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled.

I looked between Elle’s legs and her secretions were leaking down her thighs. Her pussy lips were puffy and my favorite part to suck on was blooming like the beautiful flower it was. My body started to tingle, so I took another sip of my drink to relax.

He pulled his dick out of her mouth. “I ain’t trying to nut yet.”

Pulling her to her feet, he crashed his mouth against hers, trying to suck her lips off her face. He licked away all the saliva she’d created from sucking him. I loved that Elle loved kissing as much as me. Thinking about our thirty-minute kissing session in New York had me getting hard.

“You’re so fucking pretty. I can’t wait to taste you,” he complimented her.

He laid her on the bed and started kissing her again before kissing down her neck, and then her chest, taking her right nipple in his mouth.

“Oh my God, yes,” she sighed.

It didn’t take much stimulation to get her going and I loved that about her. As he alternated between nipples, he reached her between her legs, and started rubbing her pussy, groaning at how wet she was. He pulled his fingers from between her legs and rubbed them over her nipple and started sucking on it again.

“Oh god,” Elle moaned, sending signals straight to my dick.

I stuck my free hand in my pants and grabbed the base of my dick as he kissed down her stomach and started feasting on her pussy. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of him lapping at her wet pussy bounce off the cabin walls. Elle’s whimpers and moans made my dick throb.

“You taste so fucking good, mama. Cum in my mouth, please.”

The lapping sounds got louder, so I knew she was close.

“Oh my…yesss.”

I heard her explode against him.

“Oowee, Pretty girl. Let me keep eating her please.”

I loved hearing him beg her. Opening my eyes, he was sucking all her cream away from her pussy. After cleaning her, he gave her pussy one last kiss before kissing back up her body, and then sloppily kissing her, getting her cream all over her lips. I couldn’t take it anymore and started stroking my dick, using my precum for lube. I couldn’t see the tip counter, but I knew it was going up. As he kissed her, he lined himself up at her hole and inched inside of her. They moaned against each other’s lips as he pumped in and out of her.

“You got some good pussy baby. Goddamn.” he moaned.

I could tell by the ring of pink skin around his dick when he pulled out of her that she was gripping him tight.

“Shit. I’m not going to last, hold on.”

When he tried to pull out, Elle wrapped her legs around his waist and started rocking upwards into him.

“Fuck!”

From the look on her face, I knew she was about to cum again, which caused me to stroke harder.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered.

“You’re going to cum baby,” he moaned.

“Yes!”

He took back control and grabbed her waist, meeting her strokes.

“Yeah?”

Closing my eyes, I listened to him pound my girl’s pussy while I stroked my dick. I had to set my glass down before I dropped it. Every time Elle moaned, my balls tightened.

“Ooh, that’s it,” Elle moaned.

I looked at Elle cumming on his dick, and my cum shot out of the head of my dick before I could stop it.

“Fuck!” he grunted. “I’m nutting in this pussy, baby.”

He sat inside of her until he’d finished draining himself and eased out of her.

“Maybe your daddy will let you play some more later,” he said against her lips.

He kissed her again before fixing himself and leaving out the way he’d came. I sat there for a moment because if I stood up, I’d probably get lightheaded from lack of blood flow. I didn’t have a chance to get up because Elle had gotten out of the bed and tipped over to me. She looked at the wet spot on my pants and smiled, then straddled and stared at me.

“Did I do good, daddy?”

I shook my head. “Baby girl, that was perfect. You looked so fucking sexy.”

“Thank you. I’m happy I could please you.”

“You don’t know the half. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I threw the rest of my drink back and set the glass on the table.

“Hold on.” She grabbed her watered-down drink and drunk down most of it down before sitting it down. “Okay. I’m ready.”

When I stood, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked us across the room to turn the cameras off first, but not before seeing that she’d gotten over a hundred grand in tips.

“Look what you got?”

Her eyes widened at the screen.

“Yeah, my little performer.”

She blushed. “How did that make you feel? Honestly.”

“Like…”

How could I tell her I’d fallen in love with her?

I can’t.

“It was everything I’d imagined it would be, Ella.”

The Next Evening…

Me and Elle were in our private dressing room of what she’d promised would be the last store. She’d made that promise two stores ago, but I didn’t mind. I loved watching her shop and try on different clothes. I was recording her standing in the mirror with two associates getting her dress pinned so it could be altered. She turned around and looked at me, but I was focused on how beautiful she looked. Her hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail and she’d put on a little make-up. The reminder that she was mine was sitting perfectly around her neck. Anytime somebody asked her about it, she blushed.

Since last night, the air between us had been different. Different in a good way. Different like I never wanted to lose her. Different like I’d probably choke somebody else about her. Different like I’d do whatever she told me to do. If reckless and impulsive were emotions, it would be appropriate to describe what I felt for her.

“Declan, are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.”

She blushed. “Because… Are you recording me?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes darted around, before she smiled. “But why?”

“Because I like looking at you.”

“Really?”

I zoomed the camera in some more. “Yes, plus I want to see your reaction.”

“To what?”

I rubbed my lips together. “When I tell you I’m in love with you.”

She gasped and I could tell the exact moment she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“Wha-what? How? Why? I mean…ow!” She’d moved her arm and one of the pins in the dress stuck her.

I stood and walked over to her.

“Can we…” I looked at the associates.

They nodded and left us in the room alone. She looked up at me, eyes full of water, shaking her head.

“Don’t…” She swallowed. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why I don’t?”

“You just don’t, Declan.”

“Tell me why I don’t?”

She looked away from me, but I grabbed her chin, turning her head back toward me. She shrugged and tried to turn her head away from me again, but I didn’t let her. Elle used all her strength to not be vulnerable with me, because she hated it. More than her hating it, she thought I didn’t feel the same way about her, since I still hadn’t said anything about it.

“You can’t tell me why I don’t, but you can tell me where I am every night.”

“With me,” she whispered. “But—"

“With who?”

“Me.”

“You, yeah. Lunch, right after work, then after I put my son to sleep, and the morning before I go take him to school. How many nights have I missed? You can count on one hand, and when I’m not with you, I’m on Facetime with you, sleeping in the bed with my son or my guest room. Sex or no sex. Ella, I need to be under you as much as I can. Still can’t tell me why I don’t? Then tell me what I do when you call.”

“Anything,” came out hoarsely.

“Anything you want me to do, Ella. Now, can you tell me why I don’t?”

“Dec,” she choked out before taking a deep breath. “I know… I know what this trip was about. You were ending this. You didn’t have to do this. I would have understood.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“I’m not stupid and neither is Winter.”

“Yeah, but…” I shook my head. “I’m going to figure something out.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m figuring something out. Ella, I don’t want to end this. No, I am not ending this.”

She closed her eyes tightly and tears slipped down her face.

“Ella, please don’t cry. I’m going to figure something out. You trust me, right?”

She moved her chin out of my grasp. “Yes, I trust you, but figuring something out, means we’ll really be doing something wrong then.”

“Ella—”

“No, Declan. We skated by the ‘open-relationship’ semantics for months, and now, by you saying we’ll figure something out, is telling me that I won’t be your girlfriend anymore. I’ll become your side chick or whatever. I won’t participate in that.”

I massaged my temples, debating on if I wanted to tell her that I believed that Winter was stealing from me, but that would make things worse. She would probably think I was lying and trying to say anything to keep this going. I couldn’t tell her that she was threatening to tell some of the family secrets she knew because that would only push her further away or start a whole new problem if she told Greysen before I could tell them myself. For a split second, I finally understood why she wanted to hold off on telling Greysen about us.

“You know I’m not lying, Declan. She probably hit you with some shit like, ‘what if I was fucking… Kemba’ or something like that. Judging from your facial expression, that’s exactly what she said. She wants to close the relationship. I’m okay with that Declan. I knew the day would come. I am a big…girl.” She started to choke up again.

My eyes started misting.

“Not for nothing, Declan, I don’t take the time we spent together lightly at all. It was some of the happiest moments I’m sure I’ll ever experience in my life. I think you gained a few new experiences as well, and now knowing that you two both like some of the same stuff, y’all will be able to begin again as two different people and spend the next twenty years happier.”

I took a step back, not believing what was coming out of her mouth. “Do you remember why we even got serious anyway? She cheated on me, and you and I decided to explore this together.”

“Yes, when you were in an open relationship, that is not the case anymore, Declan.”

“I told her that I’d never touch her again and that she could still do whatever she wanted to do.”

She blinked a couple times. “Okay? What now?”

“What do you mean, what now?”

“You’re telling me that you told her you would never touch her again, for what? What does that mean?”

“I told you that I didn’t want us to end. It’ll never be like that between Winter and me and again. She can do whatever it is that she wanted to do. I told her that.”

“Do you hear yourself, Declan? You’ve told me everything she’s done to you, and how you’re not going to end us, but you haven’t said where that would leave you and Winter.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but she was right.

“Exactly. Sure, she can still do whatever it is that she wants, and I’m sure that means it will apply to you too, but that means nothing to me if at the end of the day, y’all are still together. None of your figuring things out included breaking up with her, so…”

“Ella, will you—"

She touched my chest, stopping me from speaking. “While I think you may be in love with me, I don’t think you’re ready to leave her.”

“Really? That’s what—"

“And I won’t make you choose. Let’s just enjoy this, please. I promise, I’ll be okay.”

That shit hit me like a ton of bricks. There was so much I wanted to say, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember one single thing that I’d jotted in my notes. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of my lips. We stared at each other for a moment before she looked away from me.

“Ladies,” she called for the associates, telling me that the conversation was over.

Moments later, they rejoined her at her sides, and started back working on her dress. I’d been crushed before, rejected a whole bunch of times, but none of that hurt compared to what I was feeling now.

“Well, I was going to ask you before that what did you think the neckline, should I keep the cowl neck or make it a V-cut.”

“You should keep the cowl neck. The split could be higher though. Matter of fact, turn it into a mini dress, with a little split. You’d look so fucking sexy in it.”

She smirked. “Of course.”

I went sat back down and watched them work on her dress. Every time we locked eyes; she’d look away. My phone buzzed and I looked to see that I had a phone call from my accountant.

I answered. “Yo.”

“Hey. Are you free?”

I looked at Elle, and she was already staring at me. I winked at her, and she turned away blushing.

“Yeah, I got a minute or two.”

“Okay. I did a lot of digging and yeah, over the last few years, a small lump of money had been moved quarterly, but—”

“What’s small?”

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

“I’m sorry?”

When my heart started to race, I took two deep breaths because I didn’t bring any of my medication with me. The couple emergency pills that I kept with me were back at the cabin, so I tried to distract my thoughts.

“Over the last few years, I can confidently say that Winter has moved close to a million dollars from this account.”

I took a deep breath.

“When you took your fifty grand out, she took hers out right afterwards and it triggered me to look at it. I thought we’d forgotten one of your charities or something.”

I took another deep breath.

“Declan, are you there?”

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. When I opened them, Elle was looking at me with her head slightly tilted, looking like she wanted to ask questions.

“Yeah, I’m here. It’s all good. Thank you for letting me know. Keep me updated,” I said and ended the call.

Not wanting to worry Elle, I gave her a reassuring smile. During the rest of the fitting, I was in and out of their conversations, because my thoughts kept going back to Winter taking money from me. In the grand scheme of things, $800,000 was nothing to me, but she was stealing it. The list of reasons to hate her was growing longer. Her ass ain’t mention that fucking money when she was giving me all those fucking ultimatums. All the stupid shit she’d been doing, and I couldn’t tell Elle because she’d feel like I was using that as an excuse.

“So, judging by our seamstress schedule, we can get this done in about a week, maybe less. Will you be here, or will you like for us to ship this to you?”

They’d helped her out of the dress, and she stood there in her bra and panties, and suddenly all thoughts of Winter were pushed to the back of my mind. Elle caught me looking her up and down, licking my lips, and turned away blushing.

“It’ll have to be shipped,” Elle responded.

“Okay, we’ll get your address when you come out.”

When they left us alone, she started to walk off the platform until I held up my hand up.

“Stay right there. I wanna look at you.”

I pulled my phone out and started recording her. The large mirror behind her had her backside on display. She always talking about how she wanted to tone up, but she didn’t need to do anything to her body at all.

“Drop your hands, and spin around, slowly, for me, please.”

She grinned. “Perv.”

Her thin bra had her hard nipples on display. The matching bikini panties barely covered that fat ass pussy. Everything about her turned me on from her thick hair down to her pretty white painted toes. She started spinning slowly, stopping so I could stare at her backside. She bent over and her pussy instantly swallowed seat her of her panties. I started pulling at my belt and she raised up, smiling. Turning around, she started sashaying toward me as if she was a model. I recorded her until she straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine gently, then nibbled on my bottom lips before pulling away and staring into my eyes.

“You love me, Daddy?”

“Deeply in love with you, Ella.”

“Oh, really?” She swiped her thumb over my lips. “Be my good boy tonight?”

My heart thumped.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her eyes closed as her lips spread across her face. It had been a while since she was completely in control of me. Even if she missed it, she didn’t show it because she’d been enjoying being my little bratty subordinate and I loved every moment of it.

“Good. Now, help me with my dress, please.”

I stood and put her on her feet and grabbed her dress off the back of the couch. Kneeling in front of her, I spread the top of her dress out, so she could step in it. Her smell was so intoxicating that I pulled the dress up slowly, so I could inhale her a little longer.

“Ella, can I—”

She caught me by chin, whipping my head up to her.

“Who did you call me?”

“I’m sorry.” I licked my lips. Mistress, may I have a taste of you, please?”

“Beg me.”

“Please, Mistress,” I stressed.

She stared at me before smiling.

“No. You don’t want your dick getting hard right now. You’re going to need all that hardness for later.”

That did nothing but made my dick even harder.

“Finish putting my clothes on please.”

Doing as I was told, I finished pulling up her dress and zipped it. She slipped in her shoes while I threw her jacket over her shoulders. Because my dick was hard, I folded my jacket over my arm, so I’d be able to hold it in front of me. I followed her out of the dressing room and stood by the door while she talked to the associates. Just from the way they were giggling, and kept looking at me, I knew they were talking about me. As I watched her converse with them, I couldn’t stop smiling. The way I was feeling about her was so different that it had me wondering if I’d ever felt that way about Winter. I loved Winter, no doubt, but just looking at Elle took me to another realm of high that neither drugs nor alcohol could give me. The feeling was indescribable and scary at the same time.

“Why are you standing here looking like a grinning mannequin?” Elle asked as she strutted toward me, sliding her shades on her face.

I opened the door for her and let her walk out first.

“I can’t even think of nothing clever, so I’m just going to tell you that I like watching you. What were y’all talking about?”

“Ahh. That’s reallyyy what you want to know. You must think we were talking about you or something?”

“I don’t know. I was getting a lot of eyes and teeth.”

I popped the locks on the door and opened the door for her. Instead of getting in, she stopped and stared up at me, smiling.

“They think we are so hot together and they loved my outfit and could not believe that I was kidnapped with already packed bags. They were very impressed that my man picked out my outfits.”

“I think we are hot together too.”

She stepped closer to me. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. All this brown skin together. I’m close to asking you for a daughter,” I said and immediately regretted it, when she gasped. We’d only talked about kids one time and now was not the time to bring that up. I blew a sigh of relief when she started blushing before getting in the car.

“Shorty, are there any more stores you think you want to stop at?”

“Hmm. What if I say yeah?”

“Then I’m going to take you.”

“You really don’t care that I’m dragging you from dressing room to dressing room.”

“No ma’am. I’m here to serve you, however you want me to.”

She raised her shades and stared up at me smirking, and I raised my eyebrows in response.

She licked her lips. “I’m done.”

I nodded and closed her in, and signaled the truck parked behind us carrying her bags that they could leave and head back to Sinful Expressions. I got in on the driver side to see her shaking her head, chuckling.

“What’s that about?”

“Mob bosses on call. Personal shopping trucks. Luxury sex cabins. I don’t know who you are anymore, Declan Danger.”

I looked at her. “I know you’re joking, but Ella, I have never known myself better than I do now.”

She smirked. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She leaned over, getting barely a centimeter from my face. We stared at each other before she smiled.

“Do you think you’re going to know yourself by the time I’m finished with you tonight?”

Her eyes went to my lips when I licked them. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

That Night…

I was on my knees, naked, waiting for Elle to come out of the bathroom. I still didn’t know what she had planned for me, and she was purposely keeping me in suspense. After ordering me to my knees, she dropped bundles of rope on the bed, without saying anything, before she disappeared into the bathroom. The red light in the corner of the room had me wondering how many people were watching and was in just as much as suspense as I was. It didn’t help that I could hear her in the bathroom moving around.

When the door cracked opened, my body automatically straightened. I got a small glimpse of her in the mirror and had to shake my head at how fucking sexy she was in her crystal covered black bodysuit and matching fishnet stockings. Her ass knew what them fishnet stockings over those thick legs did to me. On top of that, she was about to add rope, so I had no choice but to believe that she was going to try and kill me. Instead of telling her that I was up for the challenge, I should have been asking her what she meant by that, especially since she was pushing the bondage chair up behind me. Her lips curved into a smirk when she noticed the wide-eyed expression on my face. I thought she was tying me to the bed, but she was getting ready to tie me to a chair.

She walked around the chair and squatted in front of me.

“Tonight, your safe word will be midnight. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Arms out.”

I did as I was told, and she hooked her forearms under me to lift me.

“Ella, you know you cannot lift—”

In the middle of me talking, she’d lifted me off my knees onto the chair, catching me completely by surprise. She was grinning while I was squinting upside her head in complete disbelief. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or afraid that my girl could pick me up like that. Granted it was from my knees, so I wasn’t as heavy, but that was beside the point. Apparently, people loved that she was making me her bitch, because that tip counter moved up fast.

“I am very afraid of you, right now,” I mumbled.

She chuckled, picking up the first bundle of rope, and unraveling it to the floor.

“I am thinking of a number between one and… five,” she said.

My eyes roamed over her body as I thought about whatever the number meant. It could be lashes, which I would highly appreciate, nuts, which would hurt if she forced me to give her five of those or something completely unrelated because Elle was so unpredictable when it came to sex. She stopped unfolding the second bundle of rope and looked at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“Three.”

I went with a safe number. Her eyes rolled around as if she was thinking about my answer before she nodded in approval. She squatted by my right leg and wrapped the first loop around my ankle and pulled it tight to the chair. I rested my head against the back of the chair trying to steady my breathing. I’d never been confined to or in anything that I couldn’t control because that’s what my anxiety felt like. She wrapped the rope up my leg once, looping it through the chair around the middle of my thigh, cementing my right side. I had to take a deep breath when she circled the rope around my groin and pulled tight.

“You’re okay, baby,” she reassured me, gently.

She went around my stomach twice and then around my left groin, going down my thigh and leg the same way she did the other leg, finishing at my ankle. I tried to move my legs, but there wasn’t any slack in the rope, burying it deeper into my skin. She grabbed the other rope and straddled me. I inhaled when she looped the rope through the chair and wrapped it around my chest, planting my back to the chair.

“No, no. Don’t inhale. Do you trust me?”

I nodded quickly.

“Good. Relax for me, please.”

I blew out some of the air I was holding in.

“Good boy,” she praised. “A little more.”

My dick jumped.

“Mhm. Perfect,” she moaned as she tightened the rope.

She circled my chest three times before lifting my left wrist over my head, looping the rope around it twice, then pulling my right wrist up and roping it to my other wrist tight as hell. I watched her as she took her time making sure every knot was in place. After she was done, she climbed off me, admiring her work with the sexiest smirk on her face. She moved from of in front of me to let me see myself in the mirror.

“You look so good, baby,” She whispered, as she stroked the side of my face.

My eyes automatically closed, and my head moved toward her gentle touch.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel good, Mistress.”

“Good. Tell me your safe word.”

“Midnight.”

“Good boy.”

My dick jumped again, but that was all it did. With my circulation being restricted, it was hard for my dick to stiffen, but I was sure that was her plan. She walked away and came back with a basket full of accessories and started laying them out across the bed. My heart started racing at the thought of what she was about to do to me, and the restriction was making it hard for me to take deep breaths.

“Relax, baby.”

She picked up the tickler and feathered it over my dick and it instantly started to stand up.

“There we go, baby. Take short, deep breaths. Yes. Your mistress will take care of you. Trust me. Just focus on me taking care of your dick.”

Listening to her words, I’d started to relax, and could feel how hard my dick was. The ropes had become a secondary feeling. I looked down at my dick sticking straight out, leaking pre-cum.

“Baby, number one is going to come easy and quick. Maybe two. I know we’re going to have to work to get three,” she said with a smile on her face.

She picked up the crop and tapped my nuts, making me inhale sharply, making the rope grate across my skin. The tingling feeling from the rope sent a quick jolt of adrenaline down my spine.

“Yes. You can take that, can you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I choked out because I could.

The jolt of adrenaline had me completely focused, feeling everything. She tapped the crop against my balls a little harder, forcing me to grunt. Every muscle in my body tightened, burying the rope in my skin.

“Yess,” she breathed.

I tried to hold my breath to prepare for her to smack them again, but she waited until I took the deepest breath I could and smacked them harder.

“Mistress!” I hissed.

“Don’t fucking hold your breath then! Enjoy it. I’m being nice to you.”

She massaged the crop around my sack, then up my shaft, and over the precum, spreading it over my head. She brought the crop up to my mouth and I didn’t hesitate to run my tongue over it. It was just like me kissing her after I’d nutted in her mouth. I watched her drag the crop from my chin down my stomach, and before I could brace myself, she smacked my balls hard.

My body lurched forward as much as it could. “Aah fuck!” I grunted as my cum shot out the head of my dick, so far that it landed on Elle’s thigh.

“Such a good fucking boy.”

I dropped my head back against the chair to catch my breath.

“I told you that first one was going to be easy didn’t I,” she said and kissed the top of my head, before walking away.

She came back with a chair and placed it in front of me.

“You’re doing okay?”

I followed her hand as she grabbed the lube from the bed.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” She sat back and spread her legs, showing me her wet pussy, and my dick instantly started hardening again. “Yess, look at that.”

She started dragging her toes up my leg, and then my thigh, collecting the remnants of the nut and then started massaging my balls with her toes.

“Look at it, baby,” She urged. “I’m going to be gentle this time.”

Opening the lube, she dropped some over the head of my dick and let it roll down the sides of my shaft down to my balls. She used her other foot to massage my dick while she continued to caress my balls.

“See. I told you I was going to be gentle. Look at it, baby. Look at how hard you are for my pretty feet.”

Her slight moan and the lines from the fishnet had all the nerves in the head of my dick tingling. It was already sensitive from my first nut.

“That head thickening up on me already.”

“Mistress,” I groaned.

She added more pressure and my body started to tense. Just like the rope was digging in my skin, the fishnet was digging into my dick. I was trying so hard to hold back. The room was no longer cold and sweat started to form around my hairline. I glanced into her lowered eyes and had to immediately look away because she looked so sexy.

“Ooh. I feel it baby. Look at what you’re about to do.”

I looked at my dick just as the nut shot all through the net and in between her toes. It was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Fuck!” I panted.

My body was straining against the rope.

“Ooh. That’s a good boy. See I was gentle, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She kept rubbing her toes over my now super sensitive head, forcing my body to involuntarily spasm. I dropped my head because I couldn’t do anything but take it. When she finally moved her feet, I didn’t want to look or sound relieved, or I was sure she’d put me back in the torture rack some more for her own sick pleasure.

“That was good, baby. I didn’t know the second one was going to come that easy, but two down, one more to go.”

She stood and walked away and came back with a cool glass of water. She held it to my lips, and I sipped down half the glass before she pulled it away. My body was so hot that I welcomed the moisture from the glass dripping on me.

“More?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

She let me drink the rest of it down, and even gave me a couple cubes of ice. After she got rid of the glass, she came and stood in front of me.

“You’ve done so good for me tonight, baby. I’m so, so proud of you,” she praised me while wiping the sweat from my face. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good, Mistress.”

“Good. You ready for your last one?”

“I-I…”

“You’re not about to doubt yourself, are you?”

She picked up a cock ring from the bed and eased on her knees between my legs. My dick was laying against my thigh, and I wasn’t sure if it could get up again. Elle had given me two nuts in a night before, but a third one in such a short period would damn near kill me.

“You trust me, baby?” she asked as she stretched the cock ring.

“Yes, Mistress, I trust you.”

“Good.”

She gathered my balls and stretched the rubber material over them. When she released it, I flinched at how tight it was. I’d worn one before, but my body wasn’t drained from two previous nuts. She slathered my balls with the lube and started massaging them. Even with the new pressure being added, my dick was still laying on my thigh, halfway soft. That didn’t stop her from covering the head of my dick with her lips, inching down until she’d stuffed me completely in her mouth. She kept her eyes on me as she held me in her mouth. What little blood I had left was trying to make it way to my dick until she pulled me out of her mouth slowly, letting her saliva run down my shaft.

“Damn,” I mumbled.

She started kissing and sucking on my constricted balls.

“You…trust…me?” She asked in between kisses.

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed.

She lifted my balls and brushed her tongue across that very sensitive spot. My body tensed, making the rope tighter, and then she went lower. Because water was pouring from everywhere on my body, only a deep, dry grunt came from my mouth. The lump in my throat was starting to burn as the rest of the blood found its way to my dick. It became so hard so fast that it was hurting.

“Mist…” I choked out, when her tongue brushed across the rim of my asshole.

She gripped my dick tight and stroked it slowly. I’d never in my life felt nothing like this before. My heart pounded in my chest, my throat was on fire, and my brain sounded like a pool that was overrun with waves. I stared at the ceiling trying to focus on my breath, but it was so hard. The sensation was becoming too much and the head of my dick started tingling. Just when I felt like I was getting ready to explode, she backed off and licked back up to my balls. I barely had enough time to catch my breath when she’d replaced where her tongue had been with her finger. I clenched as much as I could, but the ropes were not allowing that.

“Relax, baby,” she whispered. “Please.”

The hard swallow burned just as much as when she pushed the tip of her finger past the rim my asshole.

“Relax and let me in, baby. You’ve been doing so good for me all night.”

Her voice sounded so far away, but I listened.

“Yesss, good boy. My perfect baby,” she praised.

I stared down at her, and she was looking up at me, proudly smirking. She shifted and her finger went deeper.

“Fu…” I strained.

The pleasure was too fucking much. Elle pushed her finger deeper while she kept stroking my dick.

What the fuck was the word?

Mid…town.

Mid…term.

Mid…something.

Mid…

“Ooh, yes. Baby, your dick is so fucking hard. Are you going to cum on your girls? You know you love cumming on your girls.”

I looked at her, and her face was morphing into two and then four.

“Agh! Fuck!”

My nut shot through the head of my dick right into her cleavage.

“Oh my God, baby…”

My head dropped, and the next thing I knew, a glass of cold water was being pressed against my lips. I looked up at Elle who was wiping around her neck with a towel.

“Drink.”

I sucked down half the water before I took a deep breath and realized I was still tied to the chair.

“Drink some more.”

I drunk down the rest of the water.

“What…what…”

She grinned before she straddled me and started pulling at the rope.

“I told you that you might not know who you are when I’m done with you,” she chuckled.

“What?”

“You just blacked out a little bit.”

“What?”

She let my arms down slowly and started shaking them while she laughed. I looked down at the bruises that the rope left. She climbed out of my lap and undid my legs.

“Don’t move.”

She left and came back with another glass of water and held it to my lips. While I sipped it down, every dirty little thing she did came rushing back to me, and I cut my eyes to her. The slight wink she gave me let me know that she knew that I remembered.

“Let’s get you to bed. I know you’re exhausted,” she said and held her arm out to help me up.

“I let you pick me up earlier, young lady. I’m not letting you do it again, okay.”

When I tried to stand up, my knees buckled, and I sat back down. She stepped back laughing. I turned down her help again before standing and walking over to the bed and falling in it. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my body and I instantly felt tired. Elle sat and stroked my face.

“Look what you did,” she told me.

I looked at the tip screen and it was nearly three million dollars on the screen. I had to blink twice to make sure that’s what it said.

She giggled. “I’m going to get you cleaned up, so you can get some sleep.”

I watched her walk away and fell asleep before she came back.

The Next Evening…

I was laid back on the couch staring at the ceiling while my brothers sat at the table staring at me. I’d been in this spot for at least six hours, unable to move. I didn’t know if I wanted to go to sleep and wake up wishing that the last two months were a fever dream, or that last night hadn’t happened or that I’d never woke up at all. After the best night of my life, I’d woke up to a Dear John letter. A fucking Dear John letter. Elle wrote me a Dear John letter after everything we’d done. I was hurt like hell, but also still found it amusing that her little ass found a way to run from me, even though we were way across the world. I’d read it so many times that I could recite it backwards.

Declan Danger, my Master, my baby, my love.

You are so amazing. I hope that you’ve learned that. This was the best two months I ever had in my life. I had so much fun. I am so sorry that I had to do this, this way. It would be hard for me to look you in your eyes and tell you no, and I do not want you to have to choose. As soon as I get to the lobby, I will call your brothers to come and be with you. I know that we won’t ever be able to avoid each other, so I promise not to be weird. Elle.

P.S. I put your card back in your wallet.

She wrote that she would call my brothers to come be with me as if I was a child. I could laugh about it now, because she knew me so well. When I woke up, long after she’d left, and found the note, I cried a little bit, and had to talk myself out of a panic attack. I did need them. By the time I’d made to the lobby, I’d learned that Elle was most likely already back in Citrus Grove and my brothers were landing and needing to know my location. I checked out of Sinful Expressions and met them at the penthouse in one our family hotels, where I fell on the couch, and been in that same spot since. They hadn’t asked me what happened, and I hadn’t volunteered anything.

A towel landed on my face, making me blink. “Come on, bro. You gotta eat something,” Diesel said.

I sighed and pulled myself off the couch and stretched and my tense muscles reminded me of Elle tying me down. I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. If my aching muscles wasn’t an indicator of what Elle did to me, the rope marks on my body told the real story. She really fucked me up last night. I would have preferred to cry than pass the fuck out though. What she did to me was great and it felt so damn good, but it was what she did afterwards that really fucked me up. While I was in and out of sleep, Elle cleaned my whole body, oiled me up, and massaged everywhere the rope had been. I didn’t remember the last time I’d slept that good, and then to wake up to a Dear John letter really had me tight.

I pulled my phone out to see if Elle had reached out to me.

“Aye, and don’t be in there calling that girl either,” Dymon shouted.

“I’m not!” I shouted back, but I knew that didn’t sound convincing.

Hearing the chair slide across the floor, I knew Dymon was getting ready to come in the bathroom, so I shoved the phone in my pocket and moved to the toilet.

Dymon bust in the door just as I whipped my dick out. “Just checking, nigga.”

“Can you let me finish using the bathroom?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning around.

“I don’t need to be supervised.”

“Yes, you do.”

I ignored him and finished using the bathroom. After I washed my hands, I brushed by him and went to the table and dropped in the seat across from Diesel. He stared at me and then his eyes dropped to my arms, and he smirked. Dymon came and sat down and stared at me too.

“What!” I hissed, looking between them.

“Fuck you mean, what, nigga. We got a group text from Elle talking about you’re going to need us, and we got here as fast as we could. What happened?” He looked at my arms. “It looks like she damn near killed you.”

I shook my head. “Me and Elle… broke up.”

They looked at each other and then back at me.

“I mean… I thought you said that you were choosing your family over her. Correct me if I’m wrong…” Diesel said.

“Yeah, but…” I shook my head, not knowing how to tell the whole story without leaving some parts out.

Diesel pushed a plate of food in front of me, but I couldn’t eat anything, at least not until I heard from Elle. She really had me fucked up.

“But what?” Diesel asked.

I sighed. “Winter has been stealing from me. My accountant called and told me that she has moved nearly a million dollars from one of my accounts to a separate one for the last few years. After that, I said fuck it and wasn’t going to end shit with Elle, since she wants to play games, but Elle ended it anyway.”

“Years? See, if I was your accountant, I would have caught it as soon as it happened, but you wanted to be grown and do shit on your own. How did it take him so long to catch it?”

“That’s important?”

“To me, yes, because I’m tempted to call him and fire him for you.”

I shook my head. Diesel started eating, but Dymon stared upside my head, eyebrows furrowed together like he was in deep thought.

“What, Dymon?”

His eyes darted around, before he started shaking his head. “Something’s missing. You told Elle that Winter was stealing—”

“I didn’t tell Elle all that. I told her that I was going to figure something out, and she told me that she wasn’t going to be my mistress.”

“Okay, so, if you trying to kick it with Elle like that, send ol’ girl back to New York and kick it with Elle. What are we doing?”

I looked at the ceiling, sighing, wishing it was that easy.

“She got something on you?” Dymon asked.

I looked at him. “What you mean?”

“What you mean, what I mean? You know for a fact she ain’t taking Donovan away from you. The only other thing I could think of is that she threatened you with some bullshit.”

I stared at him, blankly, causing Diesel to drop his fork on his plate.

“What does she know?”

I looked at him, shrugging. “I told her she’d look like a disgruntled girlfriend.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I don’t know what she knows, specifically. I have gone on a lot of drunken rants before. About us. About the family, a lot.” I rubbed my temples. “I was so stupid. Y’all were right…again.”

“Nah, don’t start that shit. Everything will get figured out,” Diesel reassured me. “She’s not the first person with a story against the Danger family, and she won’t be the last, be it personal, be it professional. That’s the price we pay for being who we are.”

I chuckled. “Ironically, she asked me if I was going to get big bad Diesel on her.”

My phone vibrated and I rushed to pull my phone out to see if Elle had reached out, but it was an email from Sinful Expressions letting me know when and where me and Elle’s tip check would be deposited. We’d made damn near four million dollars. People loved watching me get pleasured until I blacked out and how Elle took care of me afterwards. The thought was enough to send chills down my spine.

“That’s her?”

“Nah. I think she blocked me. My last message is green. Let me see one of y’all’s phone, right quick. I just want to know if she made it home safely.”

They stared at me like I had two heads on my shoulders.

Diesel started tapping on his screen. “She just posted her feet on her Instagram story.”

“Fucking liar,” I snapped, trying to reach for his phone. “Let me see.”

“Freak ass nigga. Nah, she didn’t post anything, but I’ll call. Don’t say anything.”

He called and put the phone on speaker.

“Is he okay?” She answered, sounding stuffy.

“Are you?”

“No.”

“So, you know he’s not, either. I just wanted to check on you.”

“Thank you.” She sniffed. “I’m home.”

“Okay, later, Elle,” he said and ended the call, ignoring me reaching for the phone.

“Hey! I wanted to talk to her!”

“Did you hear her? You don’t need to talk to her right now. Let things cool down for a while before you have a conversation with her.”

“What’s a while to you?”

“Goddamn, whipped ass boy. The girl ain’t going nowhere. Eat something, so we can go get fucked up,” Dymon said, laughing.

I heard what Diesel said, but I didn’t know how long I’d be able to wait, because I wasn’t letting her get away from me that easy.