Chapter 12 – Damara
Chapter Twelve
Damara
Three Weeks Later
I’m ignoring the obvious. Three weeks ago, I got suspicious after Magnum showed up randomly after our weird morning encounter with a bouquet of red roses. I thought he was going to do something, but he didn't. My period still hasn’t shown up and now, I’m piecing Magnum’s behavior together.
I think I’m pregnant. We’ve been working on my business idea together ever since I moved in, but I have to keep my emotions in check before I mistake this means of survival as a real life plan.
Out of Magnum’s unhinged list of business ideas, I chose a small event space for poetry readings, open mic nights and live music that uses the other half of the space as an officially licensed marijuana dispensary.
I thought the slew of required licensing agreements would slow Magnum down, but all I’ve done is light his fire with interest for my so-called “creative ventures”.
He’s actually making it happen. I don’t want to get too excited in front of him, but it’s hard to avoid those jitters that come with opening a business.
We have a preliminary opening before the grand opening to prove our idea and earn us some money during the months we need to wait for the official dispensary licensing.
The CBD oil portion of our business will be ready to take online orders delivered locally in about two weeks.
We have ads in the newspaper, on the radio, across social media, and even a huge billboard on the segment of the highway which gets the most traffic from Route 66 travelers.
The fact that we’re making this happen on such short notice is almost crazier than the way we crossed paths in the first place.
Why have none of my other plans for my life come together this easily?
It seems unfair that it took meeting Magnum to make something happen that comes this close to aligning with my dreams.
With Magnum’s connections, it’s so much easier to make my random ideas come to life. Is this what it’s like to have money? I’ve never had any point in my life where I don’t have to track expenses
The business planning makes it easier to take my mind off the “situation” growing between me and Magnum.
What’s going to happen to me during this pregnancy?
What if I have a miscarriage? I’ve been living in denial playing house with Magnum since he took me away from my life and brought me to Santa Fe, but this is real life shit.
It’s the first time I’ve thought seriously about escape and I can’t tell if it’s a rush of hormones telling me to do this, or a very real feeling of being trapped.
Magnum wraps his arm around me as I try to roll out of bed and get a possible head start on at least planning an escape.
His thick bicep curls around me and Magnum pulls my body back against his.
I try to work up some gas to fart on his leg again, but nothing bubbles up and Magnum is very clearly awake.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I fucking hate you.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Magnum asks, wrapping me up tighter in his grasp despite my obvious efforts to escape.
I never asked for any of this. After all the shit I’ve been through, I deserve my freedom.
I never expected to get pregnant. Foolishly, I talked myself out of the possibility, convincing myself that the likelihood of pregnancy was slim.
As if that man’s dick doesn’t make my pussy ache every night and sometimes for a day or two after – if I ever get that much time to recover. How the hell will a man who enjoys sex like that survive the parts of pregnancy where I’m unglamorous and unsexy…
I refuse to answer Magnum’s question. I grunt and try to push him off again. He kisses my neck, sending absolute fury raging through me.
“Get off!” I yell at him. He flips me onto my back so fast the air knocks out of my lungs and instead of obeying my clear demands for space, Magnum pins my arms above my head by the wrists and uses his knee to spread my thighs apart so he can position his excessively large body between my legs and use his hips to pin me to the bed.
As a curvier woman a few inches taller than the average, I never thought I would meet a man this much bigger than me who makes me feel petite and weak in his grasp.
“I’m not going anywhere until you quiet down and stop fighting me.”
“Or what? You’re going to ruin my life with a baby that I don’t even want?”
Magnum’s face mutates into anger so bone-chilling that I freeze. His voice drops to a low, threatening tone. “Say something like that again and I will punish you so severely, your ass will ache for days.”
My horrified expression appears to gratify him, not draw him over to my side.
“Good,” he says. “Obedience. It’s a skill that will serve you here.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles. “I have your best interests in mind, Damara. But… I also have needs… very important needs.”
Magnum bends his head to my neck, reveling in his control over my body as he kisses me.
Fuck, his tongue feels good. The ticklish sensation travels throughout every inch of my skin straight to my pussy.
The gush of wetness between my legs feels like total betrayal.
I hate this man. I genuinely hate him for getting me pregnant.
He kisses my cheek next, getting so close to my lips that I prepare myself to bite down hard on his lips for daring to try. Magnum senses my aggression or perhaps has other plans, so he pulls away.
“I’m going to celebrate this baby with you,” he says. “I’m too old to question fate. I’m half tempted to stop the search for who drugged us and just enjoy… this.”
I moan as he sucks on my neck in just the right spot, clearly picking that spot on purpose and surprising me so my reaction boosts his stupid ego. Magnum might have my arms pinned down, but my heels can still kick into his back if I try.
Magnum kisses a small trail down my neck and with one hand pinning my wrists to the bed, he works my clothing off with dangerous precision and patience.
His cock thumps impatiently against my leg, but Magnum remains slow and controlled as he peels my clothing off.
His possessive interest in me disturbs me, but soon, he’ll have evidence of my physical arousal and I won’t be able to stop him from plunging that monster dick inside me.
Tension spreads through me as he kisses my stomach. Why am I letting him do this to me? Magnum’s lips feel fucking incredible as they press against my stomach with hard, urgent pressure and then he softens before giving in to his lust again and attacking my bare skin with kisses.
“You have the softest stomach,” he murmurs. “I can feel you getting me so hard, baby…”
Shivers of pleasure start at the base of my neck and travel in waves and tendrils to my fingers and toes.
Magnum knows exactly what he’s doing with those lips and his tongue touches all the amazing pressure points before he reaches the top of my waist. Large, firm hands rip my pants away from my body.
Chilly air sends more pleasure spreading through me.
Magnum doesn’t give me more than a few seconds to react.
He slides my underwear over my ass easily and spreads me wide.
I can’t remember the last time I was this exposed in front of a man, showing him every detail of my center while splayed out in such an utterly vulnerable way in front of him.
My breath emerges in slow, shuddering pulses that I can barely control.
I consider Magnum carefully, wondering what the hell he wants with his face inches away from my pussy.
His gaze remains fixated completely on my exposed pussy and I tilt my head back so I no longer have to watch him staring at my folds like this.
He would have to be an idiot not to sense my nervousness right now. Magnum lifts a finger to my swollen outer lips and circles them with the lightest touch. I shiver from the forbidden pleasure of it all, mostly forbidden because what the hell am I doing letting a strange man watch me like this?
“You like when I touch you here,” Magnum marks his observation out loud and then touches an extremely sensitive spot of flesh on my outer lips again, sending that jolt of pleasure straight to my core with such accuracy that I emit an unwilling moan. What the hell?
My body has never produced a reaction like this before and I gasp for breath as I make every effort to steady my emotional state after such a surprising burst of pleasure.
Magnum follows up with another slow teasing finger with slightly more pressure as he touches my outer lips and then gently slides just inside them to the wet outer folding of my pussy.
I expect him to find enough slickness to get his finger wet, but once Magnum slides his finger against my outer walls, the slippery wet finger slides right along my inner walls easily.
The sloppy sound of my juices gushing between my legs only adds to my humiliation.
Magnum follows up with a smug chuckle low in his throat, almost a growl.
“You are so fucking wet for me, you little liar.”
Liar. I don’t like that word. Before Tamiya came along, saying that word in my house would get your ass whooped.
But the way Magnum calls me such a naughty word makes my pussy pulse with desire again.
Why am I like this? Why is this happening to me?
He swirls his finger around in another controlled circle and I moan loudly.
Magnum picks up a few more drops of my juices with his finger before rubbing my outer lips.
“I can’t wait to put my dick in this tight little hole,” he murmurs.
Before I can attack him for making such a crude statement, Magnum spreads me open with his tongue and sucks on my lower lips with so much pressure that I feel like a mango about to burst through its skin.
My hips buck to meet him as first contact with my wetness immediately hurtles me to heaven.
He splits me open with his tongue, running it along my inner folds before reaching my clit and applying even pressure around the swollen nub while my pussy gushes all over him.
My juices gush out of me with intense waves.
It’s too hard for me to breathe and I can’t protest even if I wanted to.
My hips buck upwards towards Magnum’s face.
His hands move along the sides of my thighs, his touch electrifying every inch of my bare skin until his hand rolls around to my large butt cheeks and he squeezes to pull me against his face.
Magnum’s tongue moves in a way that I didn’t know a man’s tongue could move.
I cry out in pleasure as he sucks on my outer lips and kisses every part of my pussy until he edges me to the brink of orgasm.
I want to hold back. But Magnum slides two fingers inside my tightness just at the point where I had a chance at regaining self-control. Everything slips away except the pleasure between my legs as his fingers massage my inner walls and his tongue continues working me in circles.
My climax surprises both of us as juices gush out of me in rivers.
Magnum makes a low growl in the back of his throat and then slurps up every drop that erupts between my legs.
His soft, gentle licking feels like a purposeful ploy to keep me aroused and completely under his control.
I shudder with Magnum’s absence as he pulls his tongue away from me and kisses the insides of my thighs.
I shouldn’t want him this close to me, but his kisses on my thighs feel so good, especially with that beard prickling up against me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, blaming Magnum entirely for having me in this compromising position…