Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
DAMON
D ottie and I sat for a few hours, talking about what our relationship will entail, what we both expect from each other, her hard limits, and how we are going to make this relationship work without anyone getting hurt until she passed out in my arms.
She looks so peaceful, and even though I had planned on punishing her, this is what she needs, and that is what a good dominant will always do.
They will always put their submissive first before their own wants and needs.
There has to be push and shove, a powerplay at times, but sometimes a Dom just needs to be there for their lovers.
And to be honest it’s what I want and need right now as well.
I’m not na?ve enough to think no one will come out of this unscathed, but I can’t stop thinking about what this could be.
A relationship with my Blossom.
One where I can be myself without fear of disgusting or upsetting her like it had when I told Kerry I had these…
urges. I can still see her face, the contempt and how she thought I was a si cko for having these desires.
The thought of that woman sours my damn mood, but I push it away because I’ll have time to think about that when I meet Archie later this week.
Glancing down at Dottie, I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear and watch as she snores softly.
She is painstakingly gorgeous, and the guilty and anxious part of me wonders if inviting her into my world, this lifestyle, is what she really wants or if she’s just appeasing me because I was her first.
Then I remember who she is.
Dottie would never do anything she didn’t want to.
I am proud of her.
In awe of her.
Kissing her forehead, I look to the clock on the wall and find that it’s approaching eight at night. It has been an intense day, and as much as I want to lay here and sleep next to her, I can’t with my cock harder than granite between us.
I will never put my needs before hers. Ever.
Moving her off me, I lay her down carefully and put the blanket over her. With one last lingering look, I leave my bedroom and head for the bathroom.
The cool water does nothing to alleviate the tingle in my balls and the need to come. I tilt my head back to rest on the tiles and start stroking my cock, paying special attention to the head where my piercing is.
Hissing, I think of Dottie sprawled out naked beneath me, her arms tied as well as her ankles, with a blindfold on and wax dripping all over her delectable body. The image sends me into overdrive, and I pick up the pace, heat pooling in my balls, causing them to draw tight.
“Shit,” I curse, moving my fist faster, only to stop when I hear the squeaky door open.
Lazily, I stroke my cock and open my eyes as Dottie is entering the shower. Her delicate and timid hands roam my body, causing goosebumps to scatter in their wake, and when I finally tip my head down, I see her looking at me with hooded, desire-ridden eyes.
“See something you like, my sweet Blossom?”
“Maybe…”
“Just maybe?” I ask, hissing when she takes my balls into her hand.
“Maybe.”
“Did you come in here to tease or watch me, baby?”
“Both.”
“What’s your safe-word, sweetheart?”
“Tin Man,” she replies without hesitation.
“Good girl,” I growl, switching off the water and carrying Dottie out of the shower.
Once we are out of the bathroom, I throw her on the bed, and she bounces before getting up on her elbows to watch me.
I move around the bed, and toward the drawer where I put all the new toys I purchased today.
Finding the one I want, I take it out, along with the lube.
Grinning at her, I stand beside the bed with it behind my back.
“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” she purrs.
“First, I’m going to cover your tits in this lube,” I drawl, bringing out from behind my back. “And then I’m going to fuck your tits and paint your pretty neck with my come, and while I do that, I’m going to see how many times you can come.”
I pull the Satisfyer Pro 2 from behind my back with a smirk. She knows exactly why I picked this toy.
“Do you remember, Blossom?”
“Remember what?” she asks breathily, playing dumb.
“Tut, tut. Are you lying to me or just being a brat?”
“Brat, Sir. ”
I chuckle darkly at that. We are going to have so much fucking fun, and I can’t wait.
“Lie back, sweetheart, place your arms above your head and hold onto the headboard, and don’t let go unless I say so, alright?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dottie scoots up the bed and does as instructed, and goddamn it, she is a sight to behold. Moving onto the bed, I straddle her hips, squirt the cold lube onto her, and palm her heavy tits, causing her to moan.
I sit there and playing and massaging them, pulling on her nipple ring and squeezing. By the end of it, Dorothy is a squirming mess, but she doesn’t let go of the headboard and her submission does something to me.
“You can let go of the headboard, Blossom. I need you to squeeze your tits together for me so I can fuck them, and I need you to spread your legs wide so I can play with you.”
Bringing her hands to her tits, she squeezes them together, and fuck me to hell, she looks downright sinful looking at me under those hooded, violet eyes of hers.
Stroking my cock a couple of times, I wedge it between her tits, groaning at how good it feels. I slide up and down, earning a few moans from her and myself, before I reach behind and place the suction cup to her clit.
Dottie jolts on contact. I press the on button.
“OH FUCK!” Dottie cries out, and I know it won’t take long until she’s creaming all over the place.
I start fucking her tits, careful not to remove the toy from her clit. It’s a little awkward to begin with, but once we both start moving in sync, we find a rhythm.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Dottie screams, her hips jutting upward, only to stop as she comes before jerking away.
I laugh at that. There is no way one orgasm is going to do .
I press the suction down again and turn it up to the highest setting.
“DAMON!”
“Who am I?” I growl, and she whimpers.
“Sir, please. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again…” she trails off before screaming out her release.
I fuck her tits leisurely, and like the good girl she is, Dottie keeps squeezing her tits together while coming for me, her orgasms rolling into each other.
I need to watch her one more fucking time.
“Sir, please, I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Just one more, baby, I promise. Can you do that for me?”
Sweat drips down her brow, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too much, but then she gives me a decisive nod, and I groan.
“You were made for me, baby. Fucking made for me.”
Grinding my hips faster, I squirt some more lube onto her tits and press down on the suction. Dottie cries out, her body trembling and tears collecting in her eyes, and when her mouth opens on a silent cry, followed by her repeating my name over and over, my hips stutter and I still, coming.
Semen splashes over her neck and face, and I growl low and deep seeing my seed all over her, marking her. My cock pulses frantically, wanting more, but that’s all the bastard is getting tonight because my girl is spent.
I lean down, cup her face, and kiss her, uncaring about my come on her face or the taste of it on her lips.
She kisses me back with hunger and passion, telling me everything without saying a single word. It makes my heart sing, and my head soar. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m not supposed to fall for her, but I look into her eyes, and I see it. She’s falling for me too.