Chapter 36
Melody
D ay by day I didn’t let the memory win. I didn’t let the memory take over my days, the nights were getting better. Of course, Hound had an idea that would help. He called it “replacement” therapy, I called it midnight orgasms.
Half way waking up to Hound’s face buried in my pussy, easing the cries that I belted out, turning them into pleasure cries were better. He would lick and suck his heart's desire, turning into a little monster. He would trap my thighs so I couldn’t move them, he controlled every aspect.
In the end, I’d return the favor. We took care of each other.
When December came around, I couldn’t believe that time had flown. We weren’t at the clubhouse anymore, and returned home.
Our home.
Our bed.
Little by little, music slowly returned to me. Any time the memory would creep up, I’d bring out the guitar and let the memory turn into an outlaw ballad. Sadie was proud, even after she cooled down from knowing what happened. I could trust Sadie, just like she trusted me.
The fork in the road.
Between a life with or without.
I’d never turn a world red.
But I’d rather live with.
Never without.
I’d take a chance with the trigger
Than the fear of the screams
Or broken promises.
Hound tried to make things normal. He’d taken a break from collecting shipments or checking on businesses to take me from the city.
The man even took me to Graceland. My Hound Dog in the home of the original Hound Dog. I loved every minute of it. At which time, he said that one day I’d give it a try again. He kept telling me that I was going to be great, that I was going to get there.
“You’re a star, you are a marvel of talent.” He kept uplifting me. “You can do it.”
That man just wanted the best for me, and I wanted to let him. I wanted to show him and my sister that I could do it.
One afternoon, we were relaxing, which was more of a treat for him. Something happened in those few weeks and Hound was home a little more. Which I wasn’t going to complain about.
I had my feet on his lap, he was watching something with football, I wasn’t paying attention. I had my book in my hands. When it got to the spicy part, I couldn’t help but fidget. I tried damn hard not to have him notice. But his hands would travel up my calf and back down. I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment.
“You keep moving your feet and I’ll have you in my lap reading to me.” He snickered.
I waved him off, barely taking the book down from my face. “Just watch your game.”
“Hm, I’d rather watch you,” he teased.
I shrank down further into the couch. I peeked over the book finding his eyes staring back into mine. “What are you doing?”
“Thinking that something’s got my girl super excited over there, and I can’t help but wonder what’s getting you worked up and if I could do it.”
“Stop being a book boyfriend.”
“What the fuck is a book boyfriend?”
I scoffed. “I’m not explaining that to you.”
He reached over and tried to pry the book out of my hands. I tucked the book closer to my chest. He curled his lips. “Oh honey, we can play that little game.”
I shook my head. I knew what that meant. Someone would be reduced to a puddle and all bets were on me. “All because I won’t explain what a book boyfriend is?”
“That, and I can smell your arousal, so something has you excited and I want to know.”
“You’re not a bloodhound, you cannot smell when I’m turned on. Weirdo.”
But Hound insisted that we were playing a little game. In one solid movement, he yanked me further across the couch until he was hovering over me, pinning my hips to the plush couch. His raging hard-on pressed harder against me. “So if I slipped my fingers under these sweatpants, I won’t find you wet.”
I licked my lips. “Only one way to find out.”
“Oh honey, I plan to find out and more,” he whispered. He rested his forehead on mine. One hand traveled along my collarbone. Goosebumps fleshed my skin, my back arching into his touch.
“Oh now that you’ll win the bet, you think you’re going to fuck me now?” I challenged.
The man would not let his brothers win the bet from when he had a concussion. He said that he wasn’t neglecting my needs, and when I begged him to actually fuck me, he’d shut me up with orgasms after orgasms.
At one point Sadie bought me a dildo, though it was smaller and shorter than him, that I was tempted to use it. Until Hound threw it away and literally growled at me and said I needed to be patient and the only dick I needed was his.
He slept on the couch that night, which didn’t last very long until I found out where he ended up the very next morning when I was getting hot flashes from a surprising presence.
“Keep being a brat and I’ll edge your fine ass,” he growled.
“Do you enjoy sleeping on the couch? Because the next step is that I’m getting a dog to cuddle with in the bed while you sleep on the couch,” I threatened him. Edging could be pleasurable but I had just come off my period and I was in a good place mentally again. I wanted him and I was desperate to have him my way.
“Feisty, mouthy, and needy. There’s my girl. I was wondering when you’d make your way back.” He nipped at my neck. I wanted more, I craved more from him.
“See what happens when you make me wait? Making me desperate for you, practically wanting to just grab your cock and do it myself.” I cupped his face, bringing it to my lips, pressing hard into him. I wrapped my legs around him.
He groaned as our tongues tangled with each other. Something came over me and I was praising whoever for it. He grasped my throat, pulling himself from my lips to attack my throat. Hound licked and sucked on the little spots that he knew I liked.
“Yes, baby, right…” I attempted to say, but he started to lightly squeeze as he pulled my tank up, allowing my breasts to spill out. This is what my body wanted, what it craved. His undeniable dominance to take over, to revel in the haze of need.
“Every inch of you is a fucking dream. One I know I never want to wake up from,” he murmured into my skin. His hot breath caressed my skin, trying to find which nipple he wanted to tease. I looked down to see him lick his lips, only to look back. “Maybe I want to see if my little birdie can use those breathing techniques. Maybe if I squeeze a little harder.” It only made me buck against him, a little delirious dizziness floated in my mind.
He let go, sitting up straight, gawking over me like I was his prize he had won, his pretty little thing.
“That’s my girl. But you know you’re wearing too much clothing,” he said as he ripped my tank up in two, then popped my bra off. “Mm, getting there.” He didn’t waste time taking off his shirt and my pants. When the man wanted something, he went for it and took it with no mercy.
He palmed his cock that was still pressed against his jeans, he stared at my seeping wet pussy. His stare was demanding, hungry, and it just made me even wetter.
“What a pretty pussy. Is that all for me?” his hands skimmed around my pussy, teasing it, thinking of all the ways he wanted his way with me.
I shook my head. “Maybe not all of it.”
It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. In retaliation, he shoved two thick fingers in me, making me cry out. “Really? What else, Melody? Tell me? Was it your book?”
His slow, agonizing strokes only made me want to beg for harder, faster.
“Were you imagining yourself in the character’s shoes? Wishing it was you?" His taunting only made things painful, itching for more.
I whimpered as he continued his strokes. “I imagined it was you.”
“Naughty girl. Getting ideas.”
“Please, Hound. Fuck me rough, hard, I don’t care just hurry up.” I pleaded, which only rewarded me with a sting to my pussy. I was on the edge, but he stopped, giving me a couple more slaps to my sensitive heat.
Those blue eyes darkened, Hound pulled me up sitting up. “Never tell me to hurry up. When you’re with me, I may use you, tease you, make you see stars, but never to just get off. My woman will be given what she deserves.” His hand shot up to my throat. “On your knees, but sit up, and legs spread apart.”
I was his, and he was certainly mine.
I scrambled to my knees, still sinking into the couch. He got up and left, leaving me waiting for him to return. Only when he did, he didn’t come empty handed. My eyes bugged out of my head because he was going to prove that he knew exactly what I needed.
“We’re calling this a lesson in breath control. We’re gonna count from one. My hand is going to be wrapped around this pretty little throat while this little vibrator is going to remain on your clit. Understand so far?” he commanded.
“Yes,” I said, while my mouth started to salivate.
“Good girl.” He smiled. Hound trailed the vibrator along my naked body. “When we count, the vibrator will be there along with my hand on your throat. Use those lung muscles. If it gets too much either say your safeword or if you can’t speak, tap your thigh or grab my wrist.”
The anticipation was enough to make me come right then.
“Yes, sir ,” I teased.
“Tell me why you think I want to do this,” he asked while nibbling on my jawline.
“Because you like lessons.” I said while his hand without the vibrator palmed my breasts, grasping it, the heavy weight felt freeing.
“Maybe,” he continued.
“Because you know what I need.” I answered.
“I know you very well, just like you know all the buttons to turn me on.” He pressed a hard kiss on my lips. “You ready?”
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Such a good girl, asking nicely. Oh, and Melody,” he said as he turned on the toy, “You can come as many times you want.”
I felt like there was supposed to be a clear cruelty in that, but death by orgasms didn’t sound like a threat, but the best way to high five Jesus. I went from barely knowing what it should feel like, to being a little sexual monster.
“Last chance, do you want to continue?” he considerately asked me.
“I want this,” I said eagerly.
His hand grasped my throat and squeezed.