48. What’s Behind Door Number One
FORTY-EIGHT
what’s behind door number one
Wesley
The stress leading up to this week has bled into all of us, but especially Dahlia, considering this entire thing leads to her graduating with a masters degree.
We’re only a few days out from the big meeting on Monday and Dahlia’s final thesis submission on Wednesday.
She’s so tense, I’m sure she’s exhausted.
I’ve been cooking up a surprise for her—only Daphne and Amber know—since they’ve helped me plan and clear out the room.
Hopefully this isn’t overstepping. I’m praying she is as thrilled about this all as Daphne thinks she will be.
The night after she agreed to moving in, I set the wheels in motion on my plan.
It’s not much, but I got her a nice office set up in one of the spare rooms in the cabin.
Tonight she’s spending the night, and my plan is to wine and dine her, shower her in all my love, and show her we all believe in her.
Amber offered to pick Dahlia up, so I can finish the last bits of decoration and calm my own nerves.
This isn’t exactly anything huge considering she’s already moving here and we’re already starting this program, but I hope this shows her how committed I am to seeing this through.
How proud of her I am for doing this. I hear Amber’s SUV door slamming shut and the giggle of my girl drifts through the cabin.
“Honey, I’m home!” she calls, toeing off her Vans before tackling me with a hug. Her familiar floral scent is branded in my brain and she looks cute as all fuck in the plaid dress she’s wearing. Her hair is in a loose ponytail and she takes my breath away as usual.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you more. How are you?” I ask, nervously.
“Nervous. Clammy. Excited. It’s all right around the corner now.”
“It sure is. Can you close your eyes for me, baby? I have a surprise for you.” I move behind her, unable to stop myself from kissing where her neck is exposed. Focus Wesley.
“Oooh, blindfolding me. This could be fun. Is the surprise your cock?”
More kisses along her neck and shoulders, continuing to tease her, pulling her against my chest to whisper in her ear, “Not yet, Princess.”
Once I’m sure her eyes are closed, I take her hands in mine and pull her along to the closed door.
The plain wooden door has been transformed into a floral display, full of dahlia flowers and dark green vines.
The shitty brass door knob replaced with this cool ass vintage globe. “Open your eyes, baby.”
Her body jolts with surprise as she turns to me and back to the door several times. “Is this for me? Wes, it’s so fucking beautiful, thank you so much. I can’t believe you painted this for me!”
“Dahlia, baby, there’s more, but I do appreciate the enthusiasm over the door. Open it.” I nod towards it. She bites her lip, her cheeks flushed as she turns the knob and goes silent. Her shoulders shake in front of me and I move to stand in front of her, tilting her chin up to look at me.
Tears fill her espresso eyes and shit, so do mine. She launches up to my mouth, kissing me hard and I can feel her shaking hands around my neck.
“I love you. I love you,” she chokes out between kisses.
The room is bathed in emerald green with two large bookshelves towering behind a deep brown desk, complete with a hot pink velvety chair.
Gold accents dot the room, the light fixture and frames, filled with pictures of Dahlia and Daphne, photos of us, photos of the farm and orchard.
“How did you do this? When did you do this?” She pulls away to take the room in fully.
“I had some tricks up my sleeve. Plus, the CEO of Second Chance Sanctuary needs an office and a nice desk. This way your sexy assistant can come visit you at work for a midday snack.” I wink.
“My assistant? I think I like the sound of that. You know, I think I might need help from my assistant now actually.” She pins me with a heated glare as she backs up to plant her sinful ass on her new desk.
I drop to my knees like the devotee I am and she crosses her thick thighs. Confusion marks my features as I want to tear her panties off and devour her right here.
“Take your cock out,” she demands. I try to stand up, but she places her foot against my shoulder and pushes me gently back down. “No, baby, right there. Fuck your hand for me, let me watch.” Holy hell. I move with impressive speed, yanking my boxers down as I fist my leaking dick.
“You are so hot, this is killing me. Look at you, sitting there like the queen you are.” She gives a feline grin before pulling the top of her dress down, leaving her juicy tits on display in the confines of the red lacy bra she’s wearing. “Ffffuck.”
Dahlia delicately drags her finger tips over the fleshy tops of her breasts before she sticks her tongue out, letting a string of saliva drip down onto her chest. I buck into my hand, so hard it’s almost painful. “Look at you, Lover Boy.”
“Your body, goddamn.” I moan as I stroke my cock, trying to slow down to save my impending orgasm. Dahlia leans over me and pinches my cheeks together forcing my mouth open, her touch lighting me on fire.
She opens her mouth again before she spits into my open mouth and I’m about to melt into a puddle on the floor, Jesus fucking Christ. “Don’t come yet, baby, can you do that?
” I’m nodding furiously as she motions for me to stand.
My hand moves to my cock again without realizing and Dahlia notices.
“Someone’s horny.” She turns around and bends over the desk, ass in the air, wet pussy on display like perfection.
I can’t help myself as I lick and suck at her pussy before moving up to her perfect little asshole, swirling my tongue around as she shakes with pleasure. “I’m gonna fuck this ass, Princess. Soon,” I promise.
Standing to my full height I fill her in a punishing thrust. She works to push off the desk, but I remember what I was supposed to show her left behind on the desk.
Fisting her hair, I cover her body with mine and push her face into the desk.
“You cock tease…You distracted me from your last surprise. Figured it’s been too long without you taking my fat cock, you’re desperate for it.
Do you know what I’m fucking you on, Dahlia? Do you see?”
She tries to look at what her face is pushed up against. When she can’t make out what it is, I pull her up by the shoulders, still fucking into her as she pushes back against me.
The sounds of skin slapping and her moans fill the room and I grab the paper I left for her to find on the desk.
She shakes her head, almost to clear her vision before she takes it all in.
The picture is a rough sketch of a sign for Second Chance—it’s drawn to look like the old school hand lettering signs.
“You did this. This is your vision we’re bringing to life.
You’re giving this place a second chance, giving me sanctuary in your heart baby.
Your beautiful brain, your fucking kind heart, I don’t deserve you.
I’ll do anything to make every dream of yours come true, you are my everything, Dahlia.
” She turns her head to kiss me, frantic and needy, moaning into my mouth.
I pull her away from the desk and find her clit, rubbing fast with two fingers as the sounds of her arousal are the soundtrack of this moment. She grips my wrist as she comes, squeezing me so tightly I can’t help but follow over the edge after her.
The peace I feel in this moment is the peace of having found your other half and knowing you’ll never let them go, you’d do anything to make them happy, love them forever. We stand there half-dressed, sweaty from fucking, but it’s still a perfect moment.
I pull out of her and bend her over again.
“Mmm, that’s a pretty sight right there.
You take my cum so well. You know exactly where it belongs.
” I bite her ass. “One day, you’ll let me fill you up to give you a baby too, won’t you?
Let me fuck you pregnant.” It’s not something we’ve talked about in depth, but we agreed we want kids someday and I can’t lie—the idea of breeding her is fucking hot.
“I want that. I want that so bad.” She reaches back and spreads herself more and I take two fingers, pushing my cum back inside her.
“Good girl, Dahlia. I hope you remember this moment every time you sit down at this desk to work. Remember you’re my cockslut and the love of my life.”