I placed my hand on his firm chest as his other hand moved to cup the back of my neck. He could be so powerful and dominant with me, and I loved every second of it, but I also loved this softer side. The side that only ever appeared when he knew I needed it.
Slowly, I drew back as I heard an engine approaching us from behind, not wanting to cause an issue with holding up traffic.
“I missed you,” he said as he pulled out onto the main road, the trees blurring in a sea of fall colors as we passed them.
“You just saw me the day before yesterday,” I said, sitting back in my seat as he rested his hand on my thigh, his other hand keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel.
“I miss you every second I’m not a part of you, Rae,” he rubbed his hand against my thigh as I squeezed them shut. Even just looking at him, taking in how the muscles in his arms bulged against the fabric of his long-sleeved black shirt, was enough to make me want to crawl on top of him and claim his body with mine.
Adrenaline shot through me when a thought took me by surprise. I wanted to show him how much I missed him, too, and I didn’t want to wait until we got to my house to do it. Without putting too much thought into it, because if I started thinking too much, I’d eventually talk myself out of it, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over the console.
“What are you doing?” He asked as I started kissing his neck, sliding my hand from his chest down the hard plains of his stomach to rest against his cock, already hard as a rock.
“I missed you too,” I muttered against his skin, nipping gently at his flesh, and I started to unzip his jeans.
His shock didn’t last long as I continued pressing my mouth against his throat. He regained control of the situation and took over in a way that made every ounce of feminism leave my body so that I could submit to him. The hand he had on my thigh moved to grab my hair at the base of my neck, completely fucking up the beautiful braid I had worked on that morning. He pulled my head away from his neck, not once breaking his concentration on the road.
“Then show me how much you missed me and gag on my cock, Raelynn,” I didn’t resist him as he pushed me down to his awaiting erection.
His grip loosened as I took the tip of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over him as my hand stroked his length in swift pumps, precum forming against my tongue as I licked it away, moaning at the taste of him. I continued stroking him with my hand as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked him as I went.
Daxton wasn’t just long but thick; stretching my mouth around him was damn near impossible. If it had been anyone else, I would have given up at the halfway point. I love feeling him hit the back of my throat and making me gag slightly. I couldn’t stop sucking on him. I loved having him deep in my mouth almost as much as I loved him filling my pussy.
I pushed past the point of gagging, swallowing him down my throat as I started to bob, my hands finding his balls andgently playing with them as he groaned. I alternated between taking him as deep as I could and stopping to suck on his tip, running my tongue along the sensitive flesh, spurred on by the sounds he was making.
“I’m about to cum, Rae,” he moaned, bucking his hips slightly as I sucked him deeply again. Within seconds, I felt his hot release hit the back of my throat, and I moaned around him, swallowing every drop as I milked it from his cock.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised when I finally came up, wiping a small bead of his release from the corner of my mouth and letting him watch as I sucked it off my finger. “Fuck Rae, you’re so fucking perfect.” I kissed his cheek as he started to tuck himself back into his pants, and I had to admit I was surprised he was able to keep us on the road the entire time.
November 2nd 2021
I can almost say things have been normal lately. Or at least as normal as they can get when it involves Craig. We haven’t seen each other much, he’s been working long hours and unable to get much sleep, not that I’m complaining. It’s been peaceful for the most part.
The only thing I’ve found that’s strange is I went to send him a funny video and couldn’t find any of his social media accounts. He never was big on posting a lot on any platform. We at least had each other as friends on every one that we had profiles on.
I texted him about it and he said he got tired of keeping up with them so he deleted it. Only when I talked to a few of my co-workers did they get on their profiles and found his account still active. It should have bothered me. It should have been another red flag to add to the carnival already flying them in his honor.
I should have questioned him, I knew what blocking me on everything probably meant. I just couldn’t bring myself to make him angry again. The bruises had finally faded from my throat and maybe it was better to be ignored by him than the source of his stress. Being ignored was at least safe.
Chapter thirty
The Phoenix
October 9th 2023
Being home was bittersweet. I cried when I held Riley, barely able to get my arms around him as he wiggled about, whining at me the moment he heard me come in the door. Daxton hadn’t stayed after dropping me off. I wanted a few hours alone before Michelle got off work, though he made me promise to charge my phone and check in. The chances of Craig doing something stupid in the middle of the day were ridiculous to me. A fact Daxton didn’t hesitate to remind me about was that it happened to be daytime when those photos were taken.
I buried my blurry eyes in Riley's soft fur; the comfort of being able to see my dog meant more to me than being able to see most people. Riley was my rock, the one who got me through all the hard times. Without him, I doubted I would be alive. If he hadn’t been a nuisance to Craig as he tried to kill me, there’s no telling how it would have played out. I knew in my heart that my dog saved my life that night.
Michelle had kept my house spotless, like she always did when she stayed. The scent of pumpkin and waffles filled my house fromthe wax warmers I had in various places, making me happy to be home. Fall was always my favorite season, and it was comforting to know my house was already prepared for me in such small ways that made my heart happy.
I missed my routines, down to even being annoyed with Riley when he would follow me everywhere in the house. Without bothering to unpack my bags, I placed my phone on its charger in the bedroom and grabbed a pair of flannel pajamas before taking a shower.
Even though I knew I’d kick myself when I got the water bill, I couldn’t help but stay under the hot stream until the spray started to turn cold. It took longer than normal to shave my legs; they were used to being taken care of every evening, not going several weeks without seeing a razor. The candles that I had lit before starting my self-care routine still flickered in front of the mirror while Riley slept on the bathroom rug. The dim light was just enough to see by since I didn’t want to turn on any of the overhead lights. Processing being back home was going to take a while, and I wasn’t going to rush myself.
Riley didn’t bother lifting his head off the rug until I was dry and out of the tub; he knew better than to rush me. I blew out the candles, casting us in complete darkness for a few moments before I opened the door. Steam billowed out of the open space in wafts of clouds, escaping their confined space in the bathroom.
Wrapped in nothing but my towel with my hair still damp and dripping gently down my back, I made my way into my room. The dark green walls with cream and white accents felt foreign after so long away. My bookcases were untouched, every book exactly where I left it, along with all my little knick-knacks that lined my shelves. Very few photos hung on my walls, most of the art was honestly discounted Halloween decor I collected after the holiday had passed, and stores put everything on clearance.
