Chapter Thirty
Abby
What the fuck just happened?
Sure, my mom is always critical, but I swear she got even more so when I brought a guy home. You’d think she’d be happy about it, but she found another way to make me into even more of a weirdo.
She probably thinks I’m some type of witch who put a spell on Don that made him fall in love with me.
Does that sound insane?
Yes.
But she probably thinks it’s more probable than a guy like Donovan McDowell being into me. To her, that is just unheard of.
That’s just Mom. I doubt she will ever change.
The real shocker of the evening was hearing Don defending me.
And him saying that he was in love with me.
We still haven’t gotten a chance to talk about it since we apparently got the chattiest cab driver in all of New York City. He has talked non-stop from the moment we got in. Don, being the nice Midwestern guy that he is, has listened to him and engaged the entire time.
Traffic is awful, but we finally manage to make it back home in one piece. The moment the elevator doors close behind us, Don turns to me.
“Baby, I’m so sorry if I freaked you out. I didn’t mean to. I just needed to let your mom know how serious I was about you, and I—”
“Did you mean it?” I ask.
“Huh? Did I mean it when I said I was in love with you?”
I nod.
He pauses for a moment. “Absolutely.”
“You weren’t just saying it to get her to shut up?”
He sets each of his hands on the side of my face and looks down at me. “Abigail Jones, I am one hundred percent, without a doubt, completely in love with you. I meant every single word that I said.”
I look into his gorgeous eyes as my own start to water. I’ve never had anyone say such nice things to me. The only time I ever see a man talk like this is when I read my books.
And now, here is Don, standing here, saying them to me.
Seeing me getting emotional, he asks, “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean to freak you out. I know we haven’t been doing this thing for that long, but I know I’m crazy about you.”
I stand up on my tiptoes to kiss him before saying, “I love you too.”
He smiles the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “You just made me the happiest son of a bitch in the whole world. Do you know that?”
“Good,” I tell him. “Thank you for standing up for me today.”
“I’ll do it every damn day if I need to, baby. You’re my girl. That’s what I’m here for.”
The elevator doors open moments later, and we step off, hand in hand. Don stops directly in front of my apartment door.
Feeling bold, I say, “Why don’t we stay at your place tonight?”
“You want to stay at my place?” His eyebrows raise.
I whisper, “Maybe we could use those cuffs of yours.”
Okay, who the hell am I?
I’m not sure, but I like her.
“Do you know fucking sexy you are?” He growls. “Do we need to stop by your place and grab some clothes?”
I shake my head back and forth. “I’m not going to need any clothes.”
“Christ, Abby. You’re going to kill me.”
“Come on.” I tug him toward his door. “We can come in the morning to grab my stuff, so we can catch our flight.”
Once inside his apartment, I waste no time in taking him to the bedroom. I look around at the room, so clean and neat yet warm and inviting all at the same time.
“Do you make your bed every day?” I ask him.
“Eh, sometimes. But lately, I’ve been staying over at my smokin’ hot girlfriend’s house, so I haven’t even slept in here.”
Joking, I reply, “She sounds lovely.”
“Oh, she’s the best.” He walks around the bedroom and lights some candles.
Once he’s got some ambiance going, he walks over to give me a few soft kisses. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you.”
“Oh, you’re going to get that,” he assures me. “But I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t okay with.”
“I’ll tell you if it becomes too much,” I promise him.
“Do you want me to use the cuffs?”
I swallow a bit louder than I mean to. “Yes.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to try,” I say.
“Okay, but we are going to take it slow.”
He spends the next few minutes, removing every article of my clothing. He takes his time, taking something off and then kissing the bare skin.
Somehow, after all of the shit that I’ve been through, Don makes me feel seen.
He makes me feel sexy.
And most of all, he makes me feel loved.
I can feel how much he cares about me with every single touch of his lips.
When I’m naked before him, he continues kissing me—making out with me at the foot of his bed. The way his mouth moves has me melting. It’s so great that I am not even paying attention to the lingering cuffs that are about to be put to good use.
After I’ve been reduced to nothing more than a puddle, he instructs me to lie on the bed. A little nervous and shaky, I do as he asks. My heart thumps in my chest as I watch what to see what his next move will be.
He joins me on the bed, kneeling on one side of me. I hold my arms above my head so that he has easier access.
Before he does anything, he starts to speak in a low voice. “Baby, listen to me. These cuffs aren’t here just so that I can hold you in place and do whatever I want to you. That’s not how this works. They’re to help heighten your pleasure. If they aren’t doing that, then, we take them off and do something else.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
My eyes stay fixed on him as he hooks one of my wrists into one of the padded cuffs and then moves to the other side of me to do the same.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
I nod. “I’m good.”
“If you feel uncomfortable at all, you tell me. Physically or mentally.”
“Do I need a safe word or something?” I ask.
“No. You say stop or wait, and I will listen. No questions asked.”
“Alright.”
I’m still a little nervous, but when he leans forward to give me a kiss and whispers, “I love you,” somehow my nerves begin to subside.
“I love you too.”
He gets off the bed and walks over to a dresser drawer. When he opens it, I watch him pull out a wand vibrator and some lube.
“Do you just have a whole sex drawer?” I ask, only half-joking.
With a wink, he replies, “Maybe I have more than one.”
As he walks back to join me, he says, “Spread your legs. I want them to stay open. If not, I’ll have to use the ankle cuffs too.”
I let my thighs fall open, feeling the cool air against my wetness. He squirts a little of the lube onto this finger.
“I doubt that you really need this. If I know your pussy, I’m guessing it’s already wet and ready for me.”
That mouth of his is a work of art. The only time I’ve ever heard dirty talk so good was within the pages of a romance novel.
He rubs his finger right where I want it, circling my clit. I let out soft moans, but they grow in volume as I feel the effects of the lube. It doesn’t take long before it gets warm and start tingling.
Well, that’s new.
He gives me a few moments to get used to the lube before flipping on the vibrator to the lowest setting and pressing it against my clit. The sensation makes my lower half buck off the bed.
“Too much?” He asks.
“No,” I reply. “It just caught me off guard. It feels good.”
He holds it in place, letting me get used to the vibrations before turning it up to the next level. The moment he clicks it, my knees instinctively close as I struggle to sit still.
With one hand, he pries them open. “What did I say, baby? Do I need to cuff your ankles?”
“Sorry,” I mumble, opening up again for him.
“Good girl.”
I focus on the vibrations against my clit and get lost in how good it feels. I can feel the orgasm ramping up inside me. It takes everything in me to sit still so that Don doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
I need to come.
But Don has other plans.
As soon as my chest starts heaving, and I am almost about to fall over the edge, he stops. He pulls the vibrator away, leaving me aching for more.
“Nooooo,” I whine.
“We’ll get there, baby,” he assures me. “But we are going to take our time.”
How long is that going to take? Because right now, all I want is to be screaming out his name while I get off.
He lightly rubs his fingers along my thighs as my body calms. He waits a decent amount of time before turning the toy back on and pressing it to me once again.
This time, I’m already halfway there. It doesn’t take long for me to climb the ladder again, hoping that this time, I will find some sort of release.
But no such luck.
He pulls it away again just as I’m about to come. Without the toy, he reaches up to pinch each of my nipples.
“That’s just mean,” I whimper.
“It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise.”
I lose count of how many times he brings me so close to the edge before bringing me back down again. At this point, a slight breeze along my clit could probably have me seeing stars.
The next time he holds the toy against me, he whispers, “Are you ready, Abby?”
“God, yes!”
“Come for me, beautiful.”
This time, he slides two fingers inside, rubbing my g-spot to couple with the vibrator.
And more importantly, this time, he doesn’t stop. My body teeters right on the edge, worried that he will once again stop. But he keeps going, making my orgasm slam into me.
Unable to control myself, I scream out his name as my body convulses. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come, and I swear I can feel my soul leaving my body.
Now, I get it.
I get why I could hear women screaming Don’s name on the other side of the wall. The man is like a God in the bedroom. He has the ability to push my body to place that I never thought were possible.
Look, my vibrator has given me some good orgasms. Fantastic, even. But never has it made me quite literally scream. Never has it made me writhe around the bed like I’m possessed.
And most importantly, never has it told me that it loves me.
All of those things are all Don.
You’d think it would bother me that I know he’s has a slew of other women in this bed, doing the same type of things to them. But it really doesn’t. He’s doing it to me now, and that’s all I can seem to think about. That’s all that really matters.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I will never get tired of making this sweet pussy come.”
Breathless, I reply, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it either.”
“Do you think you can take more?” He asks with a sweet kiss to my lips.
I smile. “What do you have in mind?”
His kisses move to my neck, mixing with little nips to the skin. “Fucking you until you come a few more times.”
“I think I can take it.”