15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dallas
A fter lying around all day, I’m eager for some fresh air. Grabbing everything I need—a bottle of Aspen Ridge whiskey, and two towels—I open up the back door and step onto my covered back porch. Lucky for me, my house backs up to the woods for ultimate privacy. Not that I’ve had a woman over here before. I set everything down on the patio table before lifting the lid to my hot tub. Turning it on to heat up, I flick the string lights on and the overhead light off and head back inside to find Blaire, excitement flaring to life inside me.
Rapping my knuckles on the guest bedroom door is the only warning she gets before I open it and walk into the room. She’s lying on the bed, sprawled out with a movie playing on the flat screen in front of her. Her eyes light up slightly when she sees me enter, and I don’t fight the smile it brings me.
“Didn’t want to invite me to movie night?” I tease as I drop down next to her on the bed, my big body brushing against hers.
“Like you’d really want to watch Pride and Prejudice .”
“Only if it’s Keira Knightly and Matthew Macfadyen.”
Her head spins so fast I’m positive she has whiplash. She bounces up on the bed, her knees tucked under her, facing me. I arch my neck back to look up at her.
“How did you know that? This is my favorite movie of all time. My favorite book.”
She’s so damn cute like this, in nothing but one of my T-shirts, barefaced, excited, and relaxed at the same time. I like this version of her. A lot.
“My mom. It’s also her favorite.”
Her face falls slightly and it confuses me. I thought that would make her happy. She seemed to really get along with my mother.
“It’s classic. My guilty pleasure movie. I watch it more often than I dare admit, honestly.”
“Your secret is safe with me. Care to take a break from it?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“C’mon and I’ll show you.”
I grab her hand in mine and drag her from the room. She follows me in silence, which is surprising, she’s usually always got some smart remarks to make. I lead her to the back door when she starts to pull on my hand.
“Dallas, I’m in just a shirt. I’ll freeze to death!”
“You’ll warm up quickly, trust me.”
I slide open the door and step onto the large wooden deck, watching her face as she takes in the surroundings. The twinkling lights illuminate her beautiful features as she smiles brightly. Once she sees the hot tub, bubbling and steaming, her body relaxes, and she sighs. She’s so fucking beautiful. So easy to make happy. I want to do more of it.
“Dallas, it’s so beautiful out here. So quiet and peaceful.”
“Compared to where you live?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“How else am I supposed to sneak in and fuck you while you sleep?”
Her body stiffens, her face turning ashen, and I have no idea why that would upset her. Her reaction was quick, but I caught it right before she masked it.
She smacks my chest playfully and I move just as quickly to wrap my fingers around her wrist, hauling her to me. She laughs but stutters once she feels my hand sliding up the top of her thigh, slipping under the T-shirt, and pulling the fabric up with it.
“No clothes. Hot tub rules.”
She smirks at me but moves to the elastic of my joggers.
“Same goes for you then, Mr. Hayes.”
We strip and climb into the warmth of the hot tub, the steam rising from the heat and the cold winter air. She relaxes deep into the water as I hand her the open bottle of whiskey. I watch as she takes her first swig of whiskey straight from the bottle. Her mouth forming an ‘o’ around the opening, and I immediately think of those luscious lips wrapped around my cock. She’s so eager. Easily gives the best head I’ve ever had. I don’t even remember anyone before her. She swallows the alcohol, her face scrunching up as a shiver runs through her body. She visibly shakes, and I try not to laugh at her. Instead, I want to play a game.
“Truth or dare?”
She eyes me skeptically for a moment before answering.
“Dare.”
Not surprising at all, my little spitfire.
“I dare you to tell me something honest.”
Her face pales momentarily before she relaxes further into the bubbling water, the tops of her double D’s bobbing at the surface, tempting me.
“Hmm. That’s not how this game is supposed to work. But, fine. You may already know, but, I have a tiny tattoo behind my ear of a dove.”
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead and she laughs at me. I’m moving before she has a chance to stop me, threading my fingers through her hair and pushing it out of the way, turning her head in both directions until I find it. On her left side, sits a tiny tattoo of an expertly done single dove. I thought I had my mouth on every inch of this woman’s body, but I’m proven wrong. She bats my hands, pushing me in the chest.
“Why a dove?” I ask as I move back to my seat across from her.
“Nuh-uh. That’s not how the game works, punk. My turn.”
I shoot her a grin before waving my hand between us, urging her to go on.
“Dallas, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Let’s see if I can get her to do the same next. I want to get to know her better.
“Did you always want to work at the distillery?”
“Easy, baby girl. Yes. I grew up running around that place. Each of us loves it for different reasons but I’ve always had this chaos within me, this live energy that I never knew what to do with. The only place I ever felt calm was at the distillery. So, yes. I’ve always wanted to work there. I never considered doing anything else.”
“That’s why you are so against the tours and opening the place up for visitors. Dallas . . .”
“Don’t. I don’t want to ruin this. Just let it go.”
Her eyes are full of sympathy and guilt, and I don’t like it one bit. I move across the hot tub to her, cradling her face in my hands before kissing her, shutting her up. My tongue swipes across her plush, silky lips before she opens for me. Her tongue is warm and wet, and I can’t help but suck it into my mouth, muffling her moans. I pull away, returning to my seat, leaving her eyes heavy-lidded, and a smile on her face. “Truth or dare, princess?”
“Dare.”
Brat.
“I dare you to come put those tits in my face.”
She doesn’t hesitate, moving into my space and standing between my legs. I keep my arms splayed out across the edge of the tub, giving her full control. Straddling me, she lifts those full, sexy breasts with her hands, lifting them and swiping each nipple across my lips. I stick out my tongue, feeling her smooth skin glide across, before she feeds one into my mouth. I greedily suck her nipple, pulling it taut, my tongue lashing across the stiff peak. I open wider, pulling her entire areola into my mouth, sucking hard. Her body jerks forward at my onslaught, her hands gripping my shoulders to hold herself up.
“Dallas, holy shit.” One of her hands slides through my hair, grasping the back of my head and holding my face to her. Her hips start to gyrate, and I wonder if I can get her to come just from this. I suck harder, rotating between suckling and biting. My free hand finds her other breast, twisting and pinching at her nipple while she continues to moan, her hands threaded through my hair, her body trembling, and fuck if I don’t love this.
“Dallas, you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” she says, her voice breathy and thick with lust.
I pull back and look up at her. “Now, why would I stop?”
Alternating between her breasts, I focus on each one, lavishing them, sucking, biting, and twisting. Within minutes she’s a shaking mess in my arms. One more hard suck, and my tongue swirls around before an orgasm hits, her body shaking slightly in my arms.
“Aah! Oh! God!”
I look up at her, breasts still in my face, and swipe my tongue across my lips.
“Delicious.”
“God you’re going to kill me.”
“Back to your spot.”
She steps back from me reluctantly, breathing heavily, post-orgasm haze written all over her face.
“Truth or dare, Dallas?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to go jump in the snow. Buck ass naked. Don’t forget to roll around in it.”
I gape at her for a moment, slightly shocked, but it’s not like it’s something I haven’t done before, growing up with three idiot brothers. But I bet it’s something she hasn’t. That’s going to change right now.
I stand up, shake the hot water off, and step out of the hot tub, taking a moment to decide the best way to grab her without making us both crash to the ground first.
“Don’t I get a good luck kiss first? I’m about to turn my balls into ice cubes. It’s the least you can do.”
Like a good girl, she stands, turns to face me, and leans over the edge of the tub, ready for me to kiss her. Looking at her plush, sweet lips for a moment, I lean in and press mine to hers. I typically stay away from kissing partners, but kissing Blaire comes as naturally as breathing. I moan into her mouth the moment our tongues touch, losing myself in her for just a moment before grabbing her around the waist and yanking her out of the hot tub. Her arms grasp around my shoulders, a scream piercing my ears.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Dallas!”
Holding her close to me while her arms push against my chest and her feet struggle for purchase, I lift her up, bridal style, and run across the deck, diving off of it into the feet of snow covering my backyard. The cold assaults me like a thousand tiny knives and pulls the breath from my lungs. Blaire’s scream stops and she frantically tries to climb back out.
“Oh, no. You said not to forget to roll around, baby girl.”
Grabbing her around the waist, I drop onto my back and roll us back and forth. Her scream turns into a deep laugh that fuels my own. The sound is so fucking pretty, and I want more of it.
“You're the worst, Dallas Hayes!” she says through her giggles. Standing, I grab her hand and pull her through the snow, up the deck steps, and back to the hot tub, where we both sink into the water to heat up, her teeth chattering together. The smile on her face reaches her eyes and I know I made the right decision.
“Maybe. But now you can say that you’ve rolled around naked in the snow.”
“If I don’t die of hypothermia!”
“Don’t be a baby, you’re fine!”
“Whatever. Your turn.”
“Truth or dare, baby girl?”
She hesitates for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek while she contemplates. Come on, give me a truth. Just one truth.
“Dare.”
Goddamn brat. I should spank it out of her.
“I dare you to take a long pull from that whiskey bottle without wincing.”
“You dick!” she says as she grabs the bottle and brings it to her lips, pulling the warm, amber liquid into her mouth. Her face immediately sours, and she lets out a small cough that she tries to cover with her hand. Laughing at her, I take the bottle and take a long pull, my face casual and composed.
“You’re the worst.”
“You like it. Your turn. I’ll make it easy on you. Dare.”
The smirk that she gives me is so fucking devilish, and if my cock wasn’t already hard from being in here naked with her, it would be from that look alone.
“Bring it, baby. What are you waiting for?”
“I dare you to get me off in under a minute.”
Fuck. Yes. That I can do.
“Done. But you’re going to count. If you stop counting, time stops.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Then don’t stop counting.”
I lift her then, placing her ass on the edge of the hot tub and spreading her legs so I can easily fit between them. Goosebumps erupt across her wet skin and her nipples stiffen to tight, firm peaks as the winter chill hits her. I’m not worried, I know this won’t take long, and her body will be molten on the inside.
“Count.”
“1, 2, 3 . . .”
I swipe my tongue up her slit, finding that swollen sweet spot and swirling around it, plunging two fingers inside her wet heat. I curl them up toward her stomach, keeping them in deep and rubbing that place inside her that will make her cry tears of pleasure. I lick her thoroughly, alternating between swirling and flicking, her hips bucking into my face.
“19, 20, 21 . . .”
She moans out every number, her voice starting to stutter, while her legs begin to shake on either side of me. She stops counting and I pull back, delivering a quick, hard slap right between her legs. Her yelp echoes into the quiet, still night. My fingers are instantly flooded with her arousal. Thank fuck, I was hoping she’d respond like that.
“Count.”
“29, 30 . . .”
I return to licking her, inhaling her sweet scent, and devouring her delicious taste. I add more pressure with my tongue, licking and suckling at her engorged clit.
“45, 46, 47, 48 . . .”
Done messing around, I push in deeper with two fingers and press down on her lower abdomen with my free hand, sucking her clit into my mouth at the same time. She shatters. She throws her head back as her orgasm hits, her body shaking. She stops counting, but I decide not to torture her. I lick her through it, the flat of my tongue soaking up all of her, letting her sweet release coat my mouth and chin. A hand combs through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling me off. I look up at her from between her legs and smile, knowing I have every reason to be smug right now.
“Enough, please. Too sensitive. That was insane. It literally causes me pain to admit how damn good you are at that.”
The laugh that comes out of me is unfiltered and raw. She looks at me, stunned for a moment, before joining in. She sinks back into the hot tub, rubbing her arms with her hands to warm up.
“Wh-whose turn is it?” she stutters before dipping her shoulders below the surface.
“That would be yours. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she surprises me by saying.
Finally. Caught off guard, I think for a moment, having waited for this, knowing I want to make it count but unsure what to ask now that I’ve been given the opportunity. But I also want to ensure she keeps playing this little game with me, not ready to spook her and have it end.
“Tell me something you dream of.”
Her answer comes quickly, as if it was already on the tip of her tongue. Something she thinks about often and desires.
“A family.”
My heart squeezes and I want to press for more, but I know that’s the wrong move. Instead, I pocket that piece of her, and I’ll hold on to it for a later date.
“Truth or dare, Dallas?”
“Truth.”
“I’m going to preface this, you said you like the power exchange, that you like to be in control. But are you a Dom? What are you into?”
Her eyes get heavier the more she speaks, the tops of her breasts rising and falling in the water as her breathing increases, as if just the idea of it is turning her on. I knew she’d be curious, but I didn’t expect to want to show her as much as I do. I’d love to demonstrate how it works, fuck, I’d love to take her to the club. I can picture the blush that would bloom across her fair skin.
“Yes. I’ll show you.”
“You want to know what I’m into, Blaire, what my kink is? There are different Dom-sub relationship dynamics. Some are purely sexual in nature, and some are in it twenty-four-seven. Some are monogamous, and some are poly. I’m too possessive to share, and I only want the sexual relationship. Although, I love the cat and mouse game and the bratty behavior during everyday moments, because it feels so good to break a woman down in the bedroom.” I pull the towel that’s wrapped around her body loose, letting it drop to the floor so she’s standing in my bedroom completely naked. Her eyes don’t leave mine, not an ounce of unease reflected in them.
“The relationship can be whatever the two, or more, want it to be. But communication is key. I love the power exchange. There was nothing hotter than seeing you give up control to me, trusting me to keep you safe and take care of you, both before, during, and after sex. That’s why I’ve insisted I clean you up. You gave up that control to me, and I hope it made you feel powerful, but I want to show you that after sex or a scene, I’m still present. I want to check in with you and know you’re okay.” I run my fingers up and down her chest between her breasts while I continue to talk.
“What’s even better than you giving up control though, is that you enjoyed it. It has to be mutually beneficial or it doesn’t work. I don’t want you on your knees for me, bending to my will, unless it’s what you want. In my opinion, like I’ve said before, you hold all the power.”
She nods, and her face says she understands, but I want confirmation.
“Does that make sense?”
“Yes. So far.”
“There are various things that people in the BDSM community can explore, but since I’ve already asked if you have limits, and I’m not into impact play, blood play, or anything dark—and for the sake of only having right now together—we don’t really need to go over those. Any questions?”
“I want you to show me, now. Please.”
I love how eager she is. How genuinely she seems to want this. So much has changed in the last forty-eight hours, and while we’re stuck together in our snowed-in bubble, I can’t wait to explore it all. I lean down and kiss her lips, running my tongue along the seam of them before pulling away.
“Red means stop, yellow means slow down. No questions asked, baby.”
“Okay.”
“Good. Show me how well you listen, my little menace.”
She moans as I rub my hand down the center of her chest before dipping my hand between her legs, grabbing her pussy roughly, and jerking her closer to me.
“I’m going to get a drink and you’re going to sit here like a good girl and wait for directions. Can you do that for me?”
She nods.
“Good. Remember, good girls get rewarded and brats get punished.”
The noise she releases is strangled and I smirk at her.
“Kneel. On your knees. Spread them slightly, palms up.”
She obeys, and fuck if she isn’t so pretty. I can’t help but drag my hand over her head lovingly. I walk to my bar and dump a few ice cubes into my glass before pouring two fingers of whiskey. Returning to the bedroom, I take a seat in the center of the chaise lounge and look at her, taking a small sip of the alcohol. That damn lip is tucked between her teeth, her hips moving slightly back and forth.
“So needy. Crawl to me. Slowly.”
She hesitates for a moment, and I arch a brow at her. I’m more than happy to break down my little brat, but I want her to want to obey me. I want her to give up her pleasure to me wholly, trust me enough to take care of her and give her exactly what she needs, without her having to think about anything. That’s the real power play that gets me off. I watch as she swallows her pride and leans forward slowly onto all fours, those large breasts hanging low and swaying slightly as she prowls toward me. My cock hardens where it rests heavy against my abdomen.
“Fuck. Look at you, baby girl. So hot. So sexy. All fucking mine .”
Her eyes shoot up to meet mine, but she doesn’t stop. She sits on the floor between my legs and waits.
“Good girl.”
I run my fingers through her hair before pulling it back to arch her neck.
“Open your mouth for me.”
I take a long pull of my cold whiskey and lean forward, hovering above her face, my eyes connecting with her deep blue ones. I slowly release the liquid, letting it steadily drip into her mouth. Leaning forward so we’re nose to nose, I whisper, “Swallow.”
She obeys, swallowing the liquid without a cough, and holds back her wince from the burn I know she’s feeling.
“Mmm. You like it better straight from my mouth?”
“Yes.”
Lifting my glass, I repeat the process, except this time I kiss down her neck, stopping at the top of her chest and releasing the liquid. I sit back and watch as it cascades between her breasts when an idea hits me. Something I’ve wanted to do since the first day I met her.
“Get on the bed, on your back.”
She takes a deep breath before standing and doing exactly as I asked, her sexy body waiting for me in the center of the bed. I stand, walking naked to the front of the bed, while her eyes rake over every inch of me. My cock is rock hard, aching for the release only she can bring. I climb on top of her, whiskey in hand, straddling across her waist.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How beautiful you are?”
I couldn’t have held back the confession if I wanted to. This woman has buried herself deep within me and there’s no fucking getting her out. I lean down, squeezing one of her huge tits in my hand, her flesh spilling over my large palm. Fuck I love their size. I suck her nipple into my mouth, pulling hard until it’s a stiff peak before repeating on the other side. Her moans fill the air as her hips gyrate below me.
“Squeeze them together for me, baby girl.” She uses both of her hands and lifts her breasts, bringing them tightly together in the center of her chest. I slowly drip the rest of the whiskey down the crease before setting the glass on my end table. She lets out a gasp as the cool liquid moves through the crevice created with her tits. Grabbing my cock tightly in my fist, I stroke it twice before leaning forward over her.
“Let me in.”
She lets them fall apart so I can slide my dick between her perfect breasts before she pushes them around me again. The cold whiskey around my dick, and the smooth silk of her skin, has my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my skull.
I fuck her perfect tits, sliding my cock back and forth between them, the cold whiskey keeping her slick. She keeps them pushed up tight around my cock and it’s fucking heaven.
“Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going to fuck you everywhere, Blaire. There won’t be an inch of you left that my cock hasn’t touched. You ready for my cum, princess?”
“God, yes, Dallas. Give it to me. Come for me.”
That’s my undoing. My cock jerks between her breasts as I spray cum across her chest, covering her neck and the tops of her breasts. “Shiiiit. Blaire, oh, fuck!” My head drops back on my shoulders as my orgasm rolls through me, my cock pulsing out ribbons of cum.
“God, you’re a dream. So good, baby.”
She releases her breasts and I sit back, slightly admiring the mess I made of her flawless skin. I knew it would look this good, she wears my pearl necklace so well. Swiping my fingers through the cum and whiskey, I gather it up between two fingers and feed it to her. Her mouth opens, sucking my fingers in and swirling her tongue around the digits. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, her eager lips suctioning around my fingers, devouring my cum.
“Mmm.”
God, she’s so damn perfect for me. How is this possible?
I collect the rest of my cum and whiskey off her chest and let her lick my fingers clean before pulling them out. Our eyes meet, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly. Bracing myself on my forearms resting on either side of her head, I kiss her. The taste of my release and alcohol are still on her tongue, and I lose myself to kissing this woman. My hands move to slide into her hair—the fiery red locks that frame her beautiful face. My cock starts to harden again, never getting enough of her. Fuck, what’s happening to me? She’s so damn intoxicating. I can’t get enough. It’s never enough.
I break the kiss and slide next to her, flipping us so that I’m on my back and she’s straddling me, and fuck if seeing Blaire on top of me isn’t a sight that’ll be burned into my memory forever. Her red hair is wild and rumpled, a mix of waves and curls that cascade over one shoulder. Her breasts are full, the skin red and angry from being squeezed and fucked. Her waist dips in before her hips flare out, leading to thick thighs that I want wrapped around my head. She lifts herself slightly, bracing her hands on my chest, and before she can get the chance to sink down on me, I drag her forward.
“Grab the headboard, baby.”
“Dallas, no. I can’t, please.”
“You can and you will. You’re going to sit on my face, right fucking now.”
“Dallas, you can’t be serious.”
I pull her thighs up so that she’s straddling my face, locking my arms around them and holding her in place.
“Sit, Blaire. You’re doing so well behaving, don’t make me punish you for disobeying.”
Her eyes roam mine, panicked. I lift my head slightly, dragging my nose through her folds, inhaling her scent into my lungs.
“God, you’re divine.”
“Dallas . . .”
I lift my hand and connect with her ass, hard, the slap echoing through the room. She yelps before moaning as I run my hand over the spot to soothe it.
“I won’t repeat myself, princess.”
She hesitates, so I smack the same cheek again, this time slightly harder.
“Fuck! Dallas!”
Gripping her hips, I pull her down on me, her pussy settling perfectly against my mouth to devour. I spear my tongue into her drenched slit, fucking her with it, her taste exploding on my tongue. She’s so damn sweet. I lick through her lips, finding her clit and sucking. My hand slaps her ass again, forcing her to jerk forward on me.
“Oh god, Dallas, that feels so good.”
Another smack, the palm of my hand connecting hard with her ass cheek, the flesh burning. Wetness floods my mouth. Fuck yes, she loves it. I grip her hips, showing her just how I want her to move on me, rocking her back and forth on my face. Her body takes over, rotating and gyrating on me while I lick and suck her thoroughly.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face. So fucking good. Drench me.”
“Aah. Dallas. Oh god!”
Her legs start to shake around my head, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, her little nub swelling. I slap her ass in three rapid-fire movements while sucking her clit into my mouth, pulsing my sucks. She collapses forward, resting her forehead on the headboard as her orgasm tears through her, and I pulse around her, working her through her pleasure until she’s come down.
I release my hold on her clit and lick her languidly, her sweetness coating my tongue, and I hum in approval. Her body responds so perfectly to me. Helping her lift off of me, I lay her down, back to my front, pulling her flush against me. Positioning her leg over my thigh, spreading her open for me, I line up my cock with her heat and sink in smoothly, her walls clenching around my length. She’s so damn tight, but it’s a perfect fit. Her body arches into me as she reaches back to grasp my neck, pulling me into her.
“You feel so good inside me,” she whispers like a confession. My heart beats erratically in my chest, flipping over itself and falling. I grip her chin with my hand, pulling her head back toward mine so I can kiss her. Our tongues caress slowly, in no rush to reach the finish line. I pull back enough to talk, my lips ghosting over hers while I speak.
“Yeah, baby, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
I fuck her slow and deep, never pulling all the way out, staying buried as far as I can get, until both of us are coming, losing ourselves again to the pleasure of each other.
Tonight was supposed to be about showing Blaire how I like it, and it turned into something else entirely.
Something I like more.