Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
DOTTIE
T his is a dream. It has to be.
Rolling over, I stretch and connect with another body. Damon’s already awake and looking at me with a grin on his face. “Did you know you snore?”
“I do not!”
“Yeah, you do,” he says, pinching his thumb and index finger together. “Just a little.”
“Oh god. Please stop.”
Damon starts to laugh, and I grab the pillow from behind my head and smack him with it, regretting it straight away when I see the look in his eyes when I pull it away.
“Oh shit.”
In the blink of the eye Damon is on top of me naked, straddling my chest. He looks up at the ceiling and taps his chin before glancing down and locking eyes with me again.
“Now, where have I seen this before?”
My cheeks heat and images of last night flood my mind.
“Oh, that’s right,” he croons, thrusting himself between my tits again.
“You are insufferable.”
He lets loose a laugh and rolls off me, bringing me with him so I’m on top of him. One hand threads through my hair, while the other plucks my lips from between my teeth because I’m biting it.
“You are gorgeous, Dottie.”
I try and shield my face, but he stops me.
“I need you to stop hiding from me, Blossom. Whatever is happening for you, whatever you need, I am here for you.”
Memories play in my mind, and I see him caring for me after we played . He was so gentle, as if he was scared he was going to break me, and then when he held me until I fell asleep, I’ve never felt safer.
“I know,” I answer, simply because I believe him.
“Good. Time to get up, baby, we have work to do, but before that..” he trails off before flipping me over, and straddling me, causing me to yelp.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
I shiver.
Trailing his finger down my spine, he stops at my ass and scoots down, spreading my ass cheeks open, and I push my face into the pillow in humiliation.
I can feel him growing hard against my thighs, his thick, pierced cock sending me into a tailspin as I feel myself getter wetter. Something cold hits my hole, and I squeak.
“What?what are you doing?”
“Do you really need to ask that, baby? I told you I would have this sweet hole, and I’m going to take it.”
“Oh god,” I moan, feeling hot, needy, and a little embarrassed.
Damon’s fingers start massaging around my rosette, inserting his finger a little before removing it and slapping my ass.
“Time to get up, Blossom.”
“Huh?” I say confused, feeling like I have whiplash.
“It’s Monday, and you still have a job downstairs and a mural to finish,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his words, but the mention of the mural sends panic thumping through me, because once that’s done, there is nothing keeping me here, nothing tying Damon and I together.
Arrie.
Oh god, what am I doing?
I start to move, but Damon changes position and rolls me under him. He’s assessing me, his dark eyes seeing right through my damn soul, and I hate the probing feeling that accompanies it.
“What just happened for you?”
“Nothing.”
“Blossom. Do you remember our conversation last night?”
I close my eyes and blow out a breath.
“Once the mural is done, there is nothing keeping me here.”
Damon works his jaw before relaxing.
“Let’s make a deal, ok? How about we take it one day at a time, and we will see what happens? We don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I do know one thing, and that is that I don’t want this to end.”
Swallowing, I nod my head, not realising how much I needed to hear the confirmation that I mean more to him than some summer fling. He stays on top of me a few more seconds, until he nods and rolls off me.
“Get your sweet ass up. I have coffee already brewed, and a surprise for you.”
“Surprise?” I ask, my curiosity peaked.
“You’ ll see. Now up.”
I watch as he walks to the bathroom, his toned ass flexing with the movements. God damn it he is hot, and all I can think as I lay here is, this has to be a dream.
Five minutes later, Damon enters the kitchen and grabs the coffee I poured for him before quirking a brow.
“No shower?” he says, smirking.
“We both know we’d never get to work if I joined you.”
Damon grins, raising his coffee in salute, and I shake my head.
“Take your overalls off, Blossom, and lay across my lap.”
My pussy flutters and my heart ratchets.
Swallowing, I shimmy out of my overalls and position myself over his lap, waiting for his next instruction. His hand palms the globes of my ass, squeezing, and then something cold hits my cheeks.
“What is that?”
“Lube.”
“What for?” I ask, anxiety clawing at me.
“You’re going to be a good girl and wear this butt plug for me while you work.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you defying me, sweetheart?”
I stay silent for a moment, contemplating. After a few scenarios run through my mind, I concede and shake my head.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to work you up to it, alright? First, I’ll massage your tight little asshole to loosen you up and relax you, and then I’m going to start with one finger, and then two, like I was doing earlier.”
“You’re sticking your fingers in there?! Like more than before?” I ask, nervousness taking hold of me.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I told you I wanted you, all of you, Dorothy, and I definitely want all your holes.”
I feel hot again, really fucking hot, and I can feel myself dripping by his vulgar words. This man is going to be the death of me. Damon palms my ass a few times before landing a couple of slaps, causing me to gasp, then moan.
Why does that hurt and feel good at the same time?
“I am definitely going to have to spank you if you’re going to moan and respond like that, Blossom.”
Damon spreads my cheeks apart; dripping some more lube on my asshole and starts probing. I swallow the humiliation I’m feeling, but when he slowly inserts a finger, I suddenly feel full. Too fucking full.
I bite through the burn, and after a few seconds, I adjust to his finger, and it starts to feel surprisingly good. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to sink into the moment and just be.
Damon’s hot breath fans across my ear.
“You are perfect, and so is this ass of yours. I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside of you and own you completely.”
Goosebumps pepper my skin, my pussy clenching around nothing, and when I feel more cold liquid, followed by another finger, I gasp. It takes my breath away for a moment.
“You’re doing so well, baby, so fucking well. Just a little more, ok?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, feeling myself relax.
Damon groans, pumps his fingers in and out a few times before stopping.
“I’m going to replace my fingers with the princess plug now. It will hurt and feel uncomfortable initially, but over time, you should adjust. If you feel sore or any discomfort, I want you to come and tell me. You don’t remove it unless I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I am never going to get sick of hearing you call me that.”
I smile at that, but when he removes his fingers and more lube covers my asshole, I suck in a breath, waiting. Something cold and bulbous starts probing my hole before I start to feel more pressure, and unconsciously I clench up.
“Relax, baby, it will be much easier and enjoyable if you do.”
Taking in a few deep breaths, I force myself to relax, and on the last breath out, the plug slips in.
“Fuck,” I curse, clenching again.
“Such a good girl, Blossom. I’m harder than nails right now seeing you over my lap with this plug in your tight ass. Believe me when I say this is going to be agony for me, knowing this is inside of you.”
He taps my ass, and I stand. Damon holds me around the waist until I’m upright, chewing on his lip and sending my bits to gush. Maybe we could have a quickie…
“Get that look off your face, minx. We don’t have time, and I know you’re still sore.”
“But…”
“But nothing. Get your clothes on and head downstairs, I’ll follow shortly.”
Deflated, I nod my head and slip back into my overalls. Grabbing my belongings from his room, I walk past the kitchen, halting at the front door when he calls my name.
“Dottie?”
“Hmm?”
“That’s a vibrating princess plug, baby, and I have the remote.”
Fucking hell, why is that both hot and embarrassing?
Damon slips his head around the corner with a smirk on his face.
“Now go, before I turn it on for not listening.”
Opening the door, I’m out of there so quick, hearing Damon’s chuckle fading the closer I get to the bottom of the staircase.
Asshole.
Then a plan hatches, a devious one, one that will definitely have my ass vibrating, and maybe red from punishment, but it will be worth it. Especially if I can have him as hard up as I’m feeling right now.
I enter the office with a smile, only to have it drop from my face when I see Kerry-Anne and Arrie talking. As if sensing me, my uptight aunty turns around with a scowl on her face.
My mother and her haven’t spoken in years, and the disdain wafts off her in waves as she screws her face up. Swallowing the saliva collecting in my throat, the plug suddenly feels heavier.
“Mum, did you hear a word I just said?”
Aunty Kerry stays quiet, assessing me, and when the garage door opens, and I hear Damon yell at the workers to come in and get to work, I feel myself pale. I think I’m going to be sick.
“Dottie! You bitch. I’ve been texting you.” Arrie says, effectively breaking me from my mini meltdown.
“You have?”
“Have you checked your phone?”
I look down at my bag where my phone is and shake my head.
“I haven’t.”
“Oh… you’ve been busy,” she coos, her eyebrows moving up and down.
OH MY GOD!
“I ─ I…”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kerry-Anne? You are not welcome.” Damon’s voice booms behind me.
“Arrie was just telling me you’re giving her the workshop,” she says smugly, her brown brow rising in challenge .
I risk a glance at Damon and find him smirking. This cannot be good.
“Oh, you didn’t tell our daughter then?”
“Tell me what?” Arrie demands.
“That your mother is trying to take the workshop from me. It’s the only way she will sign the papers. Oh, and that’s not all she wants.”
Arrie turns her green angry eyes on her mother, and I attempt to dart through the door and out of sight, but just as I’m about to, Damon does something very fucking dangerous.
He turns the fucking plug on.
“Shit!”
“What?” Arrie says, turning to look at me.
“I ─ I forgot my paintbrushes in my car,” I lie, feeling both my holes clenching.
Kerry-Anne looks at me oddly, her head canted to the side, and I wonder if she can see through the lie, but then Arrie speaks up.
“Go and do your thing, cousin, I have some parents to wrangle.”
“Dorothy has things to do here today, Arrie,” Damon argues, sounding frustrated.
“Calm down, Dad. I’ll do the reception shit today. Dottie deserves a day off, and her dad isn’t well, so give her a break. Plus, I need to smack some sense into the both of you. Go, Wench, while you have the chance.”
A dart a quick look at Damon to see he is not impressed, but I am not arguing with Arrie right now, and if I don’t get out of here soon, I think I might lose control. Waving at them, I dash out the front door, the vibration dying the further I get away from the workshop.
When I reach my car, I release a staggered breath. Holy fuck that was intense. I insert the keys into the ignition at the same time my phone goes off.
My head snaps up and there stands Damon at the window, watching me. With shaky hands I unlock my phone, swallowing when I see his name on the screen.
My pretty little Blossom… seeing as today didn’t go as planned, I am changing what is expected of you.
You are to keep the plug in all day and meet me at Rafter’s Falls this evening, at The Sebel by seven.
Don’t be late, and wear something purple.
This time you won’t flee, and I will organise a substitute for the office duties tomorrow.
Your ass is mine. Always yours, Tin Man xox
It’s going to be a long fucking day.