Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
DAMON
I wish I could live in this moment forever with her.
Dottie lays on the blanket, looking out at the running brook, while kicking her legs in the air after stuffing her face with the fruit and sandwiches I had Johnny pick up this morning.
She seems so beautiful and carefree, like nothing can touch her, and I only hope that I can give her this and more for the rest of our lives.
The rest of our lives.
My palms begin to sweat, nerves causing a ruckus inside my body, and I know if I don’t do this soon, I’m going to be a damn wreck.
While Dottie is preoccupied, I reach into the picnic basket and retrieve what I had hidden in the bottom of the secret compartment, that would usually be used for phones or whatnot.
Cradling the box in my shaky hands, I playfully kick Dottie’s waving feet to get her attention. She spins around, mock glaring at me, before her eyes land on the black and gold box in my hand.
Sitting up quickly, she eyes it like it might bite her .
“What is that?” she asks, cautiously.
“Open it and find out?” I answer, but it comes out more like a question.
“What are you up to, Sir?”
I glance down at the box and back at her.
With trembling fingers, Dottie reaches out and plucks the box out of my hands like she’s scared the damn thing is going to blow up. With one last lingering and questioning look at me, she starts to untie the purple ribbon.
My heart beats at uneven staccato. I sit back and watch her open the box so damn slowly, I fear my heart is going to burst from my damn chest.
She’s like a leaf on a branch, shaking so much from the wind billowing around it. I want to reach out and comfort her, but I also need her to do this on her own, make the decision for herself because if she accepts this gift, my token of love for her, then all other bets are off the table.
She’s mine.
The lid falls to the ground, the sound like a pagan drum, or perhaps that’s my heart. Her whole body visibly shudders, and for a brief moment, I wonder if I’ve done the wrong thing.
Those damn violet hues flicker up to me, tears clinging at the corner of her eyes, and my heart forgets to beat. She gnaws on her lip and a single tear slips free, making me jealous of how it caresses her skin, right down to where it lands on her lip.
I swallow hard, my body tense and on the verge of breaking, but then she speaks and it kickstarts it into action again.
“Damon… It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?” I rasp.
“I love it… but how?”
“How what?”
“It is custom made, right? ”
I nod.
She glances down, toying with the sterling silver ring that circles the deep purple, heart-shaped amethyst, before trailing her fingers along the oval belcher links of the necklace.
“What does this mean to you, Damon, to us?” she asks, shakily.
“It means you are mine, and I am yours,” I say simply, and her head jerks up.
“It’s a collar, baby. This is a symbol of our relationship and commitment to each other.
I want everyone to know you are mine, but until you say those words, and until we tell Arrie, this is my promise to you; a token of my love for you. ”
“Love?”
More tears stream down her face and I realise my slip.
“You love me?”
I smile at her.
“Did you doubt that Dottie, honestly?”
Launching herself at me, her lips finding mine in a frenzied kiss, all while she holds the collar in her hand, never letting go. She paws at me with her free hand like she can’t get enough of me, and I know the feeling because I can’t get enough of her.
Breaking free of the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers, breathing her in.
“Is that a yes?”
“You’re still an asshole.”
I start laughing, like full belly laughing with my head tipping back to look up at the sky. The anxiety and nervousness I felt earlier melts away, and in its wake is a deep sense of peace and happiness.
Dorothy is mine.
I am hers.
This is forever .
“Are you finished?” she asks sternly, but I can hear the smile in her tone.
Tipping my head forward, I lock eyes with those damn violet hues, and the shit eating grin on her face.
“Can you put this on me now, old man?”
“Stop calling me old man.”
Taking the collar from her hand, I instruct her to turn around so I can put it on her. Dottie does as I say, lifting the wayward strands of hair out of the way as I fasten it.
She turns back around coyly, and my anticipation mounts until she finally locks eyes with me. My gaze rests on hers for a moment, before flicking down to her neck.
The collar fits her perfectly. The sterling silver chain hugs her neck beautifully, and the ring and amethyst heart rests at the hollow of her neck, exactly how I pictured it.
When my eyes move back to hers, I know I made the right choice. The stone makes her eyes pop even more, and her purple hair almost enhances it, if that’s even possible.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you are mine, Blossom. Irrevocably, utterly mine.”
Tension hangs heavily in the air, the unspoken words being left unsaid, but I know what she wants to hear. I’ll say them of course, even if she doesn’t say them back.
“I love you, baby, more than I thought was even possible.”
Dottie ducks her head, the blush blazing on her ivory skin, and she’s never looked more beautiful. I’m about to cup her face in my hands when she pushes back, a sly grin on her face.
“You love me, do you?” she says, standing up and creating distance between us.
“I do.”
Smirking at me, she keeps stepping back, undoing her button up shirt and popping the button on her jean shorts .
“Blossom.”
It’s a warning, and by the smirk deepening on her face, she knows it.
“Hmmm?”
“Get your ass back here.”
“Or what? You’ll spank me again?” she drawls, popping the last button and throwing the shirt and shimming out of her shorts.
I bite my tongue, because the sight of her out in the middle of nature, naked and mine is overwhelming. She looks like a goddess amidst the trees, wildflowers, and flowing brook behind her.
Even if she is being a brat right now.
“I have a secret to tell you.”
“You do, do ya?” I ask, standing up as her toes hit the water.
“I love you, too.”
Then she rushes into the water, giggling while I strip down as fast as humanly possible and dart after her, our laughter echoing around us.
She runs as fast as she can into the stream, and although I’m worried that she might slip or step on a sharp rock, my desire to get to her trumps those wayward worries right now.
She finds me gaining on her and her face is a picture of happiness, while loose purple strands flow haphazardly around her.
My arms snake around her waist, and I draw her into me, skin to skin with no barriers. I love how right this feels and how happy we both are in this moment.
“What are you going to do to me, old man? ”
“Well first, I’m going to tickle you.”
“You wouldn’t!” She gasps, looking over her shoulder at me in mock horror .
I don’t give her an answer. I start tickling her under her arms and her ribs. She squeals and squirms, trying to break free of my hold, but I don’t let up, not until I accidentally trip on something, and we land in the water and I jar my back.
When we both resurface, Dottie is on top of me and smiling down at me, and I forget the momentary bout of pain and focus on her.
Wet, strands frame her beautiful face as water drips from her nose and lips, urging me to take her mouth with mine. My mouth fuses with hers and my hand threads through her hair, bringing her closer to me.
We kiss like a couple of lovesick fools, like we can’t get enough of each other and when the sky opens up and the rain starts, I pull away from her and look at her.
Like really look at her.
This woman is mine.
The water drips off her collar, and I lift myself out of the water, bringing her with me. Hand in hand, we dart across the grass only to fall on the picnic blanket in a tangle of arms and legs.
“Damon, please.”
“What do you need?” I ask, looking down at her.
“You.”
Growling, I flip her over and prop her up so that she’s resting on her knees. Lining up behind her, I mirror her pose, spreading my legs wider, my cock prodding her wet cunt.
She pleads with me, a jumble of words that I find hard to dissect because I can feel her wet heat on my cock. With my front to her back, I wrap my hand around her throat, careful with the collar, and my other comes around to palm her tit.
Pushing back on me as I toy with her nipple ring, she pushes back hard, eliciting a groan from me. I tighten my hold on her throat, nipping at her ear, and she moans .
“Are you topping from the bottom, sub?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Just fuck me already, please!”
I’m done for.
I slam into her hard, causing her to cry out. With my hand still around her neck, I angle it so I can get to her lips. As soon as they are in reach, our mouths meet, tongues duelling, as I rut into her like a crazed man in search of his next fix.
Her pussy tightens around my length, but I hold back my orgasm, which is no small feat. But when I feel her move her arm, I tear away from the kiss to find her playing with herself.
“Fuck me, Blossom, you really are going to be the death of me.”
She tries to laugh, but it comes out strangled, her fingers messily toying with her clit, and by the sounds she’s making and how jerky her body has become, not to mention her vice-like cunt, I know she’s close.
Sheets of rain start pelt down over us, drenching our faces, but we don’t stop looking at each other, intensifying the moment. The position is a little awkward given how we are joined, but I see everything we share and will continue to share.
The raw, unrequited love and promise, thrum viciously between us, and I vow to honour her the way she deserves for the rest of our lives.
Her features soften as if she’s reading my mind, but as soon as my lips find hers again, it dissipates, and she’s crying into the kiss, her body quaking violently as her cunt pulses around my cock, prompting my orgasm.
Pulling away, the tingle in my balls grows and then I’m coming so fucking hard I swear I see stars. “Fucking hell, Blossom, you feel so good,” I praise, my body jerking and then stilling as I finish emptying out into her delicious cunt.
“I love you, Sir,” she admits, and I smile down at her.
“I love you more, Blossom. ”
“Yeah?” she asks, demurely, smirking at me.
“Yeah.”
“Round two then?”
I start laughing out loud, acutely aware I’m still hard inside of her.
“My little minx.”