Chapter 10
AC/DC’s ‘Highway To Hell’ blares through the stereo while I cook chicken parm. I throw back the shot of whiskey, enjoying the burn down my throat.
Taking the garlic bread out of the oven, I hear the sound of the front door shutting and smell his cologne before I see him. Two strong arms wrap around my body.
“It sure smells good in here,”
Blaze mumbles, face buried in my neck.
“I think that’s just you,” I joke.
Blaze nibbles on my neck, then plants a sloppy kiss.
“I’ve missed you.”
“You literally just saw me a couple of days ago,” I reply.
“A couple days is far too long,”
Blaze says, pouring himself a knuckle deep whiskey.
When I turn around, Blaze looks a complete mess, the ‘I just had the best sex’ type of mess and it stings. Has he been sleeping at her place too? I analyze him, my eyes squinting. There's a scratch toward the back of his neck, his hair wild like someone had been holding on to it for dear life, then there’s a tinge of lipstick stain on his jawline.
“Wow…you fucked her, didn’t you?”
Please say no…
Blaze looks away shyly, before letting out a deep breath and taking a seat at the table.
“I may have gone and talked to Cea,”
he finally says.
“Talk? Just talk?”
I say, mild jealousy roaring to life.
Blaze holds my gaze a minute, his lips tipping up into a smirk.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re jealous A? You knew it was going to happen eventually,”
Blaze chuckles.
“I don’t give a damn who you fuck,”
I lie, turning back around to focus on the meal.
The easy-going mood I had going has completely vanished, replaced by the possessiveness I have felt toward him since we lost Ryan.
A hand grips the front of my throat, turning me around, pushing me over the counter. I stare into Blaze’s heated eyes, watching his tongue peek out, swiping across his lower lip.
I’m mesmerized by the action for a second, before I feel the tightening of his hand around my throat, and my eyes shoot back to Blazes.
“Baby, I think you are jealous,”
I roll my eyes, attempting to move out of his hold, but it does no good. “But don’t worry A. There's enough of Daddy Blaze’s cock to go around,” he growls before slamming his lips to mine.
My cock twitches, pre-cum leaking at the tip. He palms my cock and it jerks under his touch, begging to be released and have his undivided attention.
“Blaze,”
I whisper, out of breath from the onslaught of kisses he just attacked me with.
“What baby? Tell Daddy what you need?”
His deep voice rumbles next to my ear.
“You…I need you.” Always.
“Turn around.”
It doesn’t take long before I’m bent over the counter, Blaze lowering my boxers to my feet, and I kick them off. The smack of his hand against my ass is loud, the sting hitting me just right, giving me a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
Blaze kneels behind me, spreading my ass-cheeks, shoving his tongue into my back entrance. I’m so turned on, I’m surprised my cock hasn’t started shooting cum. Blaze spits into my hole, using a finger to slowly enter, fucking me with it. I let out a moan of pleasure, loving the feeling of any part of his body using me.
“I love this ass so fucking much,”
Blaze admires, slipping a second finger in.
Soon, he’s pulling them out, giving my asshole one last French Kiss, before he's standing, bent over me.
Leaning toward my ear, he growls. “How do you want it?”
“Rough. I need it rough,” I plead.
I need an outlet for all the pent-up emotions I’ve been feeling lately, and Blaze knows exactly how to give that to me.
“As you wish, baby.”
He grabs the kitchen knife lying beside my head, slowly dragging the tip up the side of my body. I erupt in goosebumps, anticipation swirling in my stomach, ready for more.
I feel the press of Blaze’s cock at my entrance, ready to push its way in, my cock pleading and crying for Blaze to take care of us. I don’t know if I can wait much longer.
“Be a good boy and I might let you cum,”
Blaze teases shoving his cock into me, slamming with all the force he can possess.
I let out a groan from the pain, my body slowly relaxing when he hits my prostate.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck.”
Blaze brings the blade to my throat, pressing just hard enough, a droplet of blood rolls down my neck.
“Fuck A, this ass was made for me. The way you suck my cock in and squeeze it so perfectly. No other cock better ever get to experience this,”
Blaze says breathlessly.
Butterflies erupt in my belly, the blade pushing a little deeper, causing a small rise of panic.
“Is that understood?”
Blaze demands.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
The tone in his voice tells me he’s not playing. He means every word, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love every bit of it.
“Yes Daddy. Yours…only yours.”
“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Touch yourself, A,”
Blaze moans.
I take my cock in my hand, Blaze fucking me harder, stroking it to the same rhythm. I’m not far off and by the sounds Blaze is making, neither is he.
“Fuck yes, cum for me baby.”
Hot liquid shoots all over the counter and floor. The feeling of ecstasy is so high, I never want to come down. I wanna be here, right now, with Blaze, forever. I feel the moment Blaze hits his release, the shots of orgasm coating my walls.
After we finally calm down, catching our breath, Blaze slips out of me, placing the knife back on the counter. He sticks his fingers in my entrance, rubbing in the mess he made. Pulling out, he pulls me up, spinning me around to face him. I watch as he brings his cum coated finger to my mouth.
“Suck.”
I open, allowing him to press his finger against my tongue. Then close my lips, swirling my tongue around his finger, enjoying the taste of me on his skin, swallowing as much of the leftover evidence as I can. When his finger slips from my mouth once more, he places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“You’ll always be mine A and I’ll always be yours. Never forget that,”
he says against my mouth, holding the side of my face, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
“I know,”
I swallow.
I can feel tears trying to burn my eyes from the emotions hitting me in the chest. Everything screams at me to believe him, but I can’t help but fear he’ll choose Cea if it comes to it.
“Let’s eat.”
He grabs two plates, piling food on both.
Even when he doesn’t mean to, he’s taking care of me. Making sure I’m okay. If Cea is someone he is adamant about having in our life, then it’s time me and her to have some one-on-one. Maybe I can convince her to leave.
Will Blaze be pissed? Probably.
Do I care? Absolutely not.
Will I be punished for going behind his back? For sure.
Will the punishment be worth it? Always is.
I smirk to myself, grabbing my underwear and putting them back on before joining Blaze at the table. We have the closest thing to a family meal I’ve had in a long time and I think I’d like to have many more.