Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
DOTTIE
T ears stream down my face as Damon places me on the bed. Kneeling over me, he looks me over, and I can see the worry clinging to his features. I open my mouth to soothe him, the desire strong, but he shakes his head and walks over to his luggage.
He walks back with a couple of small bottles in his hands.
“Do you have any allergies?”
I shake my head, and he nods once.
“I need you to turn around, baby, and tell me all about it while I put this arnica cream on your ass.”
“Arnica cream?”
“It will help with any pain, swelling and bruising. Now talk.”
I lay there propped up on the pillows and try and articulate my thoughts. I don’t know how to put them into words, all I know is that I feel somehow lighter after the spanking, but I still feel off in a sense as well.
“Deep breath, baby, I’m going to lather your ass with this cream.”
I take in a deep breath and close my eyes, and when Damon’s fingers start massaging the globes of my ass, I release a sigh.
As he rubs the cream into my flesh, I think back to when the plug was in my ass.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, but after he pulled it out and then filled me with his cock and came in my ass, I realise I suddenly feel empty. I screw up my face at the thought.
“I hadn’t planned on leaving the plug in so long. How does it feel now?”
“It feels fine. Like the pressure is gone, but I can still feel your cum inside me.
Damon chuckles. “You’re lucky I don’t fill your pussy too, minx. Now can you name the emotions you’re feeling, Blossom?” he asks, rubbing some more cool cream onto my butt.
I hiss, and Damon’s hand halts.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m good, thank you.”
“Alright. Emotions. Talk, baby.”
Gnawing on my lip, I think about the emotions I’m feeling while Damon methodically massages my ass cheeks with the cream. They feel almost contradictory the way they’re all jumbled in my head, but I try and think of the best way to articulate myself before settling on one.
“Vulnerable,” I say quietly, feeling silly.
“That’s good, baby. Is it an uncomfortable feeling?”
“No, not at all. Clinging to the edges…there’s this sadness that I feel has nothing to do with what we did. I can’t explain it really, but the spanking made me feel lighter.”
Damon stays quiet for a moment but continues massaging the cream into my ass. Just as I’m about to look over my shoulder at him, he finally speaks, and I close my mouth .
“That makes sense. How did you feel during the session?”
A bout of embarrassment bottlenecks, but I push it down, remembering that this is Damon and that I trust him.
“At first it felt naughty, and it hurt a little, but then it started to feel good, and I really enjoyed it.” I finish on a whisper.
Damon chuckles. “My little masochist minx.”
“Stop it,” I say, laughing.
“Alright, alright. Did the sadness feeling leave during play?”
“Yes.”
My answer is quick, absolute, because I didn’t think, I was lost in the moment, and then it hits me like a tonne of bricks, the answer coming toward me like a sandstorm, and I start crying again.
Damon stops what he’s doing and the next thing I know, I’m cradled in his arms. He hushes me, tells me how good I’m doing and how proud he is of me, which only makes me ugly cry more.
I feel as if I’ve been holding these tears in for years, and in reality, I more than likely have.
I bawl, hiccupping through sobs, and feeling my chest break apart and then come back together from Damon’s kind words and reassurance.
Once I’ve finally pulled myself back together, Damon kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Better,” I admit.
“Do you want to talk about it some more?”
I nod. “I think it was the moment I had with my mother before I came here. Somehow it triggered all this hurt, pain and anger I harboured toward both of them. I guess I kind of… let it go?” I say more as a question than a statement.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you. It makes sense why you were acting out and being a brat,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“It’s ok to cry and not be ok, sweetheart, and I’ll always be here to help you through it, but next time you need to tell me if anything like this happens again, or you feel like this.
I would have approached the play differently. ”
Damon lifts my chin and our eyes lock.
“You haven’t disappointed me, Blossom, not at all. I just need you to be open and honest with me, ok? I can’t care for you, and be the best dominant for you, if I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head,” he says, tapping it.
I nod my head, nestling into him, and when he lies me back down and hoists me by the waist into him, I release a contented sigh. Being in his arms feels so right, even if it is wrong, and that’s the last thought I have before darkness steals me away.
The scent of strong coffee rouses me from my sleep, and I hum in appreciation as I roll over and pat the bed next to me. My eyes flutter open when I don’t feel Damon beside me, so I stretch, throw on one of his shirts, and pad in the direction of the smell of coffee.
Stepping into the kitchen, nothing could prepare for the sight before me. Damon stands with the coffeepot in hand, shirtless, humming away to Incubus and swaying his damn hips.
Leaning on the doorjamb, I admire the view of his tight ass in those low-slung jeans of his.
He turns around with the lyrics falling from his lips, and locks eyes with me. He smirks at me but keeps singing, pouring the coffee into the mugs he has on the bench .
After he adds a little cold water, I raise an eyebrow at him. “No cream?”
“I’m watching my figure,” he jests, rubbing his six pack. “Plus, I have a young girlfriend I need to keep up with.”
“Girlfriend, hey?” I ask, kicking off the doorframe and making my way over to the bench and to him.
I sidestep the bench and walk to him, wrapping my hands around his neck and looking up at him for a kiss. He obliges of course, his hand skimming down my back and rubbing my ass lightly.
I grind into him, but he breaks away from the kiss and pushes me away.
“Oh no you don’t, you little minx. We have stuff to do today.”
“Really?
“Yes.”
“What are we doing?”
“You’ll see. Now sit that sweet ass down and drink your coffee before I bend you over my knee again.”
I bat my eyelashes at him and grin.
“Stop it, minx, and drink your coffee,” he jokes, pointing to the stool with a smile playing on his lips.
Giggling, I move to the stool and cradle the mug in my hand while Incubus’s “Drive” plays in the background. We sit there in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee, but the intensity in Damon’s eyes has me squirming, and that smirk on his face tells me he knows it, too.
We finish our coffee, and head to the bedroom so we can get ready for the day, but Damon has other plans by the mischief dancing in his eyes.
Pushing me onto the bed, he climbs between my legs, devilry clouding his stormy eyes.
And with one last lingering look and smirk, he sticks his tongue out and licks from my asshole up to my clit.
I cry out in pleasure, my back bowing off the bed as he repeats the motion over and over, drawing me to the edge only to leave me hanging.
Nothing can be heard in the room beside my moans, his praise, and my pleas to let me come.
“Soon, baby, soon,” he says, looking up at me with my glistening juices all over his handsome face, before he resumes his assault on my swollen pussy lips and clit.
“Please!”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, let me come!” I cry out in frustration, and he chuckles against my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“As you wish, your majesty,” he croons, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking.
My hand threads through his locks and I push his face into my cunt. I can feel the pressure building. More grunts and moans vibrate on my pussy, our eyes locked as he tonguefucks my holes and sucks my clit until I squirt all over his face.
It takes me a hot minute to come down, but when the bed dips with his weight, my head lolls to the side to see him with a satisfied smirk, and a hard cock hanging between his legs while he licks my juices from his face.
“Get ready, baby, we’re going out,” he states, walking into the bathroom on steady legs.
Me on the other hand, yeah, I’m having trouble sitting up, let alone walking to the damn bathroom, and then to the car, but I haul ass and do exactly that, the excitement of what the day holds trumping my jelly like legs.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m hopping on the back of Damon’s Harley, my thighs tightening around him as I bring my hands to rest on his stomach.
“Where to, handsome? ”
“Oh? You think I’m handsome, do you?”
“Oh, fuck off, wanker.”
He tips his head and taps it.
“Touché,’ amore, touché.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“I know. But to answer your question, pretty girl, you’re just going to have to wait. Now put your helmet on before I have to spank you for misbehaving,” he jests, handing it to me with a wink.
Pouting, I do as I’m told while Damon kicks the bike over. It roars to life before lunging forward, causing me to tighten my arms around his middle. I hear him laugh again, the wind whistling around us, but I pay him no mind and focus on the scenery blurring by, and I allow myself to reflect.
I’m in a relationship with Damon fucking Woods.
The thought makes me smile, but apprehension isn’t far behind.
I want this to work more than anything, but I’m so scared that Arrie will find out before we have the chance to tell her.
I don’t know how to feel about that, and then throw my parents into the mix, and it’s one giant kaleidoscopic clusterfuck.
The bike jolts to a stop, snapping me from my thoughts, and I look around to see we are about an hour out of Rafter’s Falls, at Diamond Falls. It’s a quaint, private space that not a lot of people go to because of the hilly climb and windy, unsealed roads.