43. Dani #4
There’s a missed call from Graham. Actually, there are several. I can’t get reception in the tunnel, however. I’m worried. Did something happen? Did they find another video?
I wave to the concierge then rush up to the room.
Graham’s not answering his phone.
As I’m in the room fumbling around for the light switch, someone grabs me.
For one horrible second, I think it’s Kraig.
“You think I wasn’t going to find out?” Graham’s deep voice is muffled by the plush carpets in the large room. His hand’s on my neck. Then his large hands push my dress up. Fingers inside me as I gasp.
I feel him enter me, thrusting up into me.
“You think”—thrust—“that you…”
I grunt as he thrusts into me again.
“That you can just come here…”
I rock back to take more of him.
“And act like that”—he rams into me again—“on my dime.”
His hand comes down to the low neckline of my dress. I suck in a breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I babble. “I’ll pay you back.”
“Who did you let touch you?”
“I thought you were mad about the outfits I put on the credit card.”
“I knew you came here to try and escape me.” He throws me down on the floor on my knees. “Get me hard.”
That wasn’t him hard? His cock is huge in my mouth, his hand tight on my neck as he bobs my head on his huge length. Then he growls and fucks my face until I can’t breathe, until I’m choking on him.
“I told you, you’re mine. Your tits, your pussy, your mouth—all of you belongs to me. And I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
He pulls me off of him, and I gasp for breath, clinging to his legs.
“Fucking slut. That’s what you wanted to do? You wanted to take all four men up your cunt?”
“N-No.”
“Yes, you did.” He grabs my hair, throws me off of him.
I can’t get up before I feel his fingers, slick, on my ass.
“That’s why you wore this, isn’t it?” He snaps the string of the thong. “You went out looking to get fucked.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t.”
“You’re only allowed to spread your legs for me. You’re only allowed to take my cum.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”
“You’re gonna fucking be sorry.” He’s rough when he gives me his cock.
“Fuck, so tight. Goddamn, you feel good, Dani. Tell me,” he orders me.
“So good,” I slur. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Daddy,” I beg as he slams into me. “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl. I’m only yours.”
I gasp when I feel the climax explode inside me. He fucks me until he’s spent.
Still in me, he grabs my hair and hauls me back so he can claim my mouth. His fingers work me under the ruined panties.
I buck back against him, feeling him harden in me again as he works my clit. With his mouth hot and heavy on mine, I come on his fingers, still jerking back against that cock. His teeth sink into my neck, scrape my jaw, then I feel another wave of white-hot heat explode in me.
He slides out of me with a sick sound. I collapse on the plush carpet. My pussy vibrates with his touch. I still feel the stubble burn around my mouth.
He looks like he wants to fuck me again.
“Just let me…” I tug at my dress and hold out a hand.
He must see the apprehension in my eyes. Because suddenly he’s kneeling down between my legs, forcing my thighs apart, parting me.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Dani.” His tongue laps at me. “This doesn’t hurt, does it? You like this.”
“How does that feel so good?” I gasp, grabbing his hair, rocking against his mouth, his tongue, as he licks me, his tongue curling around my clit, his fingers inside me, as I pant and moan and beg until I’m coming, wet on his face and the carpet.
He steps back.
It takes me a minute, then I haul myself up off the coffee table. I hear a condom packet crinkle, then he’s thrusting long and hard into me.
The edge of the antique coffee table cuts into my palms as I take him in, so far gone from the last round that it doesn’t take much before I’m coming on him while he fucks me hard until I feel him shudder and finish.
“What are you… Why are you here?” I gasp when I can breathe again.
“Because,” he says, “you’re mine.” His hand is on my ass, possessive, as he strokes me.
“I wasn’t with any guy tonight.”
I hear him sit back on the couch. I turn to drape myself in his lap. He cradles my head.
“I know. But I wanted to remind you who you belong to. I told you, Dani. I can’t lose you.” He cups my face, kneeling down on the floor to rest his forehead against mine. “I won’t lose you.”
“Promise me. Please, I need to hear you say you want to be with me forever.”
I look into his green eyes. “Okay… I promise.”
His face lights up with relief. “Good. Thank God. That’s good.” He smiles against my mouth when he kisses me. “I’ll ask your dad for your hand in marriage when I get back to New York.”
“Wait—you what?” I croak out. “You want to get married?”
He nods solemnly. “I want to wake up every day for the rest of my life next to you.”
“Oh. Um. Wow. Wow” is all I can say as he kisses my face, my hands.
It’s everything I’ve always wanted—everything I’ve always dreamed of since I was selected by Colette to be the flower dog at her fake wedding to Weatherby Blackwell in kindergarten.
But are those alarm bells or wedding bells?