Chapter 8 – Damara
Chapter Eight
Damara
The neighborhood is the type of nice that makes me instantly uncomfortable – like I don’t have the look. Magnum doesn’t seem uncomfortable, even as he leads me to an apartment in a gated luxurious complex that seems far too green for downtown Santa Fe.
He’s too tired to make a move on me. We stumble into the bathroom after the long ride, wash our faces, swish mouthwash around and Magnum grunts, “You’re staying in my room.”
I’m too tired to fight him and he’s too tired to make a move. The worst that can happen between us already happened, so I might as well climb into bed with him when I can tell he’s too tired to do anything too fucking crazy to me.
I just have to trust him, which scares the crap out of me, but appears to be the only option unless I would rather live on the streets than snuggle up to Magnum with his terrifying, but weirdly attractive form.
I’ve always had a thing about problematic white boys and as time presses on, I don’t seem to be getting any better about it.
I don’t remember the moment my head hits the pillow, but I fall asleep within seconds.
When I wake up in the morning, I face the grim realization that I just ran away from my problems again, letting this incident with Magnum give me an excuse to wake up underneath a white man and let that be my reason to escape.
Tamiya thinks I have everything in my life under control, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Some people find it easy to discover what they’re meant to be doing in life and who they’re meant to be.
Nobody looks at a forty-two-year-old woman and feels anything but pity for her if she was never sure about marriage and kids. I’ve never felt like that type.
I like pink hair and my freedom, especially after spending my youth healing from one fucked up boyfriend after another.
I guess I thought that everything would fall into place for me eventually the way it did for my friends, even ones from my fucked up, unstable circumstances.
I might just be too sensitive for this world and all the pain it’s brought me, and that’s all well and good, but the world isn’t kind to sensitive people.
The man next to me grunts like a beast, knocking me back into reality and away from the existential thoughts that rush into my head whenever I climb into bed at night.
Forty-two is two years over forty, which feels significant.
I thought I would have a white picket fence and two kids at this point in my life.
I don’t even have a boyfriend or a savings account.
Magnum didn’t exactly kidnap me, but this half-kidnapping at least gives me a distraction from the fact that I’ve been drugged and I could possibly be pregnant with this absolute beast’s baby.
My life was already falling apart and this terrible situation is messed up beyond belief.
Shit was spiraling for me on the outside, and maybe switching things up will help.
I’m tired of the daycare grind. Maybe I would be happier hanging around kids all day if I had one of my own, but I’m tired of getting up and slogging through dirty diapers.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I never had a maternal instinct, so maybe I should have known, but I thought helping children would fix a part of me that remains dead. I lived a tragic story. I want to let it go. I just can’t seem to find that lightness within me.
I feel trapped – too afraid to leave Tamiya behind, but unable to live the life she wants me to live close to her and her husband forever.
At least here… I just have to worry about the big brutal biker I sort-of allowed to have sex with me.
We have the mystery to solve of who the hell drugged us, which will keep me busy for a few more weeks.
I’ll take this little sabbatical and when Magnum kicks me to the curb, I’ll use that as motivation to get my shit together.
I’ll have to apologize to Tamiya for leaving the daycare behind with nothing but a few employees and a list of instructions, but honestly, if they just hired a manager, the daycare wouldn’t even need me.
I’m just saying.
“I can tell you’re awake,” he says in a deep, honestly terrifying voice.
Okay, and? I don’t answer him, because we aren’t doing pillow talk when I could take this opportunity to have an extra thirty minutes of sleep.
I do not want to face the state of my hair right now.
Magnum’s hand cups my ass cheek and he squeezes, instantly snapping me out of my sleep and ruining my fantasy that I could possibly get any peace in this man’s presence.
Wasn’t sharing dinner with him bad enough? He kept pretending to be all sweet and romantic, like we were really on a date just because he accidentally had sex with me. I wasn’t very impressed by one little date – even if I ate a lot.
“Are you cupping my ass?” I snap at Magnum, too scared to make a sudden movement, but hoping my sharp tone stops him from having a full on grope of my behind.
“Does it feel like I’m doing something else?” he asks, taking both hands and jiggling my ass cheeks together. The nerve of this man.
“I’m not your girlfriend. I’m trying to sleep. And we still have to solve our interpersonal issues. So touching my ass doesn’t seem like a smart idea.”
“From your perspective,” he says.
“Who else’s perspective would I be speaking from?”
Magnum chuckles. What the hell is going on? Most white men I interact with are easily intimidated by me. I don’t know why, but it’s always been my secret weapon. Magnum doesn’t budge. His hands knead my ass cheeks with intentional disobedience..
“It’s a smart idea if my plan is putting a baby in you.”
“Since when is that your plan?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “It just feels like fate.”
I want to fight back, but I freeze instead because Magnum moves down under the sheets and presses his lips to my ass cheeks. This crazy white man literally plants a kiss on my butt. What is he doing back there and why???
“You look like someone delicious who I might like to remember fucking,” Magnum says, like that makes everything okay. I wriggle my butt in an effort to get away from him, but I only end up pushing my hips up against him. Magnum kisses my butt and then… he bites my ass.
I squeal a little and Magnum interprets this as an invitation to strip my clothing off and find a way inside my underwear.
My chest heaves in panic as Magnum kneads my ass cheeks and strips me naked.
I try to push my feet against him to shove him off of me, but Magnum easily overpowers me and rips off my underwear, the last piece of defense against him.
Once I have my underwear off, Magnum makes a deep groan in the back of his throat.
“I don’t think I would have needed drugs to want to hit this pussy raw,” Magnum says with all the crassness of a fucking caveman. I can’t even respond with that because he pushes two fingers inside my pussy with no warm up, just two big fingers spreading me open as Magnum explores my tightness.
I cry out in surprise as he spreads me open. His fingers are huge and without any lubrication, it hurts to feel Magnum entering me like that. He grunts in pleasure.
“Holy fuck, that pussy is tight. Must have taken me about thirty seconds to cum.”
I whimper and try to wriggle my body away from Magnum’s, but he uses one hand to pin me down as he thrusts his fingers between my legs and creates dripping lubrication as he fucks me slowly to arousal, taking advantage of my body’s instincts despite my complete lack of desire for the beast pressing me into the bed.
“How long do you think it took for you to cum?” He murmurs, kissing the top of my ass as he pushes his fingers deep enough to force a moan out of me.
Asshole. He’s doing this on purpose to prove some sick point to himself about how I want him just as badly as he wants me.
Of course he wants me. He’s a white guy who hasn’t ever seen a butt this big before.
But Magnum’s desire to ‘hit it and quit it’ has nothing to do with me.
We can’t risk his need to cum getting me pregnant again.
“We don’t need to talk about that,” I say to Magnum in a firm, commanding voice, hoping that he responds to my dominant tone. He responds by pumping his fingers between my legs with slow, deep thrusts. Fuck, he’s cruel. I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning loudly.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he says firmly. “It’ll be a lot better if I know what you like.”
“Do you care?”
Magnum’s laugh is deeply unnerving.
“Maybe not,” he says. “I just want to feel this tight ass pussy milking my dick, which means I’d better make you cum…”
He presses his fingers against the inner walls of my pussy, making me completely wet and close to the edge of an orgasm already.
This is more of a mental game for him, honestly.
I can feel it just from the way he touches me like my body belongs to him.
He already knows exactly what he’s going to do to me.
“Fuck…” he groans. “Your pussy just gushed all over my hands…”
“Shut the fuck up…”
He removes his hands from my pussy and I feel momentarily pained by the emptiness, which bothers me.
I still can’t squirm away from him as he holds me beneath the sheets and Magnum makes my predicament worse by climbing behind me and spreading my ass cheeks from behind, following up his fingers with his tongue.
I cry out loudly in surprise, because I don’t expect Magnum’s tongue to spread my lower lips wide open.
And I didn’t notice the tongue ring before until he flicks my clit with his tongue and I make an ungodly noise from pleasure as he tastes my lower lips like every inch of my pussy belongs to him. I can’t breathe. I can just feel as Magnum’s tongue ring slides along my lower lips and inner walls.
He sucks on my clit just when I feel like I’m in control over myself and my whole body responds with tingling pleasure, like I’m about to cum.
I push my hips back against Magnum’s tongue, completely allowing him to slobber all over my lower lips and making it really hard for me to withhold a climax the way I want to.
This was too easy for him. I know technically he has me pinned down and I should be shoving my feet against his jawline in an effort to break it in half, but my pussy erupts with desire for him and I have to ride Magnum’s face to push myself over the edge even if I know this will only lead to taking more risks with this gigantic biker.
He yanks my hips towards him to bury his tongue between my lower lips and with this final move, I can’t hold back any longer.
I cry out as I cum all over Magnum’s face and he flicks my clit with his tongue ring before sucking on my nub as my juices gush all over him.
Holy fuck, he feels good and he knows exactly what to do with his tongue.
I should have fought him off harder. I should still fight him off right now. But I can’t. I just have to feel his lips and tongue all over me. Magnum sucks my juices off my lower lips, increasing my pleasure and lowering my future resistance to what will inevitably follow.
When he pulls away from me and I hear Magnum shuffling his pants, I act like looking away from him is the same as trying to fight him off.
But it’s almost like I’m waiting for him to push his cock between my legs and fuck me on this bed.
I know how risky it can be to take his dick right now, but really, the risk is about the same, isn’t it?
He won’t let me get Plan B. That’s Magnum’s fault, not mine.
I freeze when I feel the tip of his cock lined up against my entrance. Is he serious right now? After all that we’ve risked and all the answers we still don’t have… how can Magnum be horny right now? He makes a low, suspicious groan in the back of his throat.
“You’re wet,” he says in a tone that feels like he’s accusing me of something. Heat throbs in my chest at the accusation. How can I be wet under these conditions? The betrayal from my own body hurts almost as much as it will hurt me to take Magnum’s big dick.
“I can’t wait to cum inside that nice wet pussy again and actually remember it,” Magnum murmurs, nibbling on my ear as he trails kisses down my neck and makes me suffer emotionally for every ounce of pleasure he delivers.