41. Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-One
Blaire
I t took Dallas a week before he moved me into his house. I didn’t fight it. Peace. It’s a funny thing, really. You crave it. You yearn for it. You work for it. But once it descends on you, you’d do just about anything to keep it. It comes from different things. Mine was found in the least expected of places. My boss. He calms my nervous system, grounds me, loves me, and even while I spent weeks pushing him away as a defense mechanism, he never gave up on me.
We’ve been living together for a month and found our rhythm. I’m still meeting with my therapist virtually, but have gone down to once a week. Dallas has guided me through leaning on him. We’ve started to move the BDSM structure into different areas of our life. He likes the control, and I thrive in handing it over to him. I learned that I love being a brat. Pushing his buttons and fighting him brings out one of my favorite versions of him. We haven’t gone back to the sex club, but I can’t wait until we do.
My nightmares are practically nonexistent. I’m settled and healing. I’ve had two since my accident and that’s a drastic decline in frequency.
Walking into work with Dallas is one of the highlights of my day. Like he said, no one batted an eye. Maybe out of fear of Dallas since he’s typically so grumpy, but all of my reservations and fear were squashed, and no one’s behavior toward me changed.
“Aren’t you going to your office?” I ask him as he walks past his door.
“Nope. I’m walking you to yours.”
He slips his hand in mine as we walk the long hallway of offices in our main building. Once at mine, he jerks me forward into him, running his free hand through my hair.
“I love you. You’re worthy of the world, princess.”
Lost for words, I just smile at him. He opens my office door and pulls me inside, the breath leaving my lungs.
“Oh my god, Dallas,” I say in shock. His big palm rubs up my back, grounding me.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it. I’m blown away. These are mine,” I say in awe as I take in the facelift my office received. “When did you do this?”
The room has been completely transformed. The walls are painted a blissful pale blue, and large framed photos of my wedding dress design sketches hang from the walls—the decor is bright and warm and so very me. Sawyer, Liam, and Carter join us a few moments later, each of them smiling.
“Did you guys know about this?” I ask.
“We helped. This dumbass couldn’t do this by himself, he’s got shit for brains,” Carter says, and Dallas reaches out and smacks him on the back of the head.
“Got a minute to talk, Blaire?” Sawyer asks.
We all take a seat around the small lounge area in a corner of my office. It has a new chaise lounge and two wingback chairs.
“We all looked over your proposal. We’re in agreement that we’d like to move forward with your changes. Only . . .”
I hold my breath. My heart beating wildly in my chest. This will make Dallas so much happier here.
“Dallas added an addendum to it, and we think it’s important to adopt that change as well.”
My eyes shoot to Dallas, suddenly nervous. I created this proposal for him, to benefit him and fix everything that was negatively impacting him day-to-day here at the distillery. Did he not like it?
“We’d like you to also focus on creating a one-stop shop for weddings. Create a master vendor list, companies that are local and source local, and . . .”
I hold my breath as Sawyer looks to Dallas.
“Baby, we’d like you to give some thought to designing wedding dresses. You’re extremely talented.”
“Dallas, that’s just a hobby.”
“But it’s your dream. It won’t be overnight, but it’s something we want to leave open to you if someday you want to do something with your designs.”
“It’s a good idea. I like keeping us as exclusive as possible. Especially if you only offer it to brides who book their wedding here. Think about it,” Carter says, surprising me.
“Thank you. All of you. I don’t know what to say.”
“You’re part of the family now, Blaire. Our dad gave us all a role here, and now you’ve got yours.”
The tears freely flow now, and Dallas gets up to wrap his arms around me.
“Thank you so much. You’ve all given me more than I could ever ask for.”
“I love you, princess. You’re not alone anymore.”
The guys leave Dallas and me alone and shut the door behind them. I continue to look around the space and I can’t believe it’s really mine.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in here.”
“No fooling around at work. I don’t ever want a repeat of the empty barrel house.”
“Don’t push me, my cock’s already hard for you. I’ll bend you over this couch right now, baby girl.”
I jump up from my seat and move behind my desk quickly. He stands slowly, eyes trained on me, and prowls, each step sure and purposeful.
“Dallas . . . No. Not here.”
“Oh, baby, I like it when you say no. Especially because your body is always screaming yes. I know that pussy is already weeping for me.”
My heart flips over in my chest, beating erratically, and I know he can see how he affects me. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my breasts rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
“We can’t.”
“Get on your knees, Blaire. Be my good girl.”
He takes two steps in my direction on the furthest side of my desk away from the door. I use that as my chance to bolt. I barely rip the door open and make a pace into the hallway when he’s wrapping his large, strong arms around me. I bite the inside of my cheek so as not to squeal loudly.
“You’re going to pay for that little stunt later, princess.”
He releases me and kisses my forehead before walking away, leaving me wondering and excited about how he’ll punish me for it.
“Fuck, baby. I love you tied up like this.”
“Please, Dallas. Please let me come,” I whine and plead.
“Dammit, I love it when you beg, princess. But you were a bad girl today. And bad girls don’t get orgasms.”
My arousal leaks between my legs and I feel crazy as he leans his head back down, licking slowly from my clit to my tight little hole. My ass is in the air, my wrists and ankles cuffed tightly to our bedposts, spreading me out for him to do whatever he wants. He’s been edging me for almost an hour, alternating between his mouth, his fingers, and that glorious, pierced cock. Tears stream down my face as I whine and cry out, my body hovering on the edge where pain meets pleasure.
“I can’t take it anymore! Fuck, Dallas, I’m begging you. Please, I’ll be good. Let me come.”
He moves up my body, straddling my thighs and grabbing a handful of my ass, gripping and kneading the flesh there tightly.
“Fuck, I love this ass.”
His hand connects hard with my right cheek, and I cry out loudly at the sting. He spreads me wide before spitting onto my hole. I feel his fingers next, rimming that tight area just like he loves to do.
“Going to fill you, princess. You want to come?”
“Yes! Please!”
He breaches my ass with his finger as his dick thrusts inside my pussy. He fucks me hard, filling both of my holes and gripping the flesh of my ass with his free hand.
“Baby girl. You’re so filthy. Did you learn a lesson?”
“Yes! I’ll be good! Oh, oh, god! Yesss!”
He pounds into me, adding a second finger and scissoring inside me.
“Good. Come for me. Let me hear you scream.”
I feel him everywhere. In one more thrust, everything snaps inside me. The orgasm is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I scream, my voice drowned out by the ringing between my ears, my body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure pummels me.
“That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl. You take my dick so well, baby. Gonna come. Ohhh, fuck.”
I feel his cock jerking inside me, his piercings making him feel so thick and rigid in the best way possible. He collapses on top of me, removing his fingers but keeping his dick buried inside my pussy.
“Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too. But now I need you to untie me, and hurry up. We’re going to be late!”
“It’s Sunday dinner, it’s not like we’re missing anything. It’s the same every week.”
“I look forward to it every week! Move your ass, Dallas or I’ll leave without you.”
“You little liar. You didn’t learn shit. You need me to punish you again? I’ll keep you tied up and make you miss dinner altogether.”
“You wouldn’t,” I challenge.
We arrive at his parents’ house late, but luckily with plenty of time to spare before dinner starts. The sun is peeking through the clouds today and I don’t hate how it feels on my face, although I’m going to miss winter once it’s gone. The house is filled with everyone, and the rowdiness can be heard from outside. His mom meets us at the door and Dallas leans in to hug and kiss her. She scoots to the left, dodging his advance, and wraps me in a huge hug.
“Hi, sweetie. Glad you two are home,” she says to me.
“Need help with anything?”
“Not today. I made it easy on all of us. We’re having chili and it’s been slow cooking all day, toppings are already in bowls. Ivy made crème br?lée for everyone for dessert so that will be a refreshing treat after.”
“That sounds delicious.”
She cups my cheek in her hand and gives me a smile that melts my heart before walking away. I watch her go before looking up at Dallas to find his eyes already on me, a satisfied smile on his face.
“What?”
“She loves you.”
“I love her. She’s everything I wished for in a mother.”
“Well, now you’ve got her.”
“Dinner, heathens!”
The rest of the family stampedes into the kitchen as loudly as a pack of elephants. Dallas leans into my ear and whispers, “And the rest of the family. It’s too late to run, by the way. You’re stuck.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”