“I’ll agree to you staying with your sister on one condition.” He said against my neck, nipping at me with his teeth.
“What’s that?” I groaned as he continued to bite me, losing all ability to even try to argue the point that he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Who was I kidding? I’d let him have complete control if I weren’t stubborn.
“You will check in with me often.” Daxton slipped his hand between our bodies, his fingers deftly finding the exact spot that I needed him. Gently, he pressed down and started circling, eliciting a loud moan from me. His words weren’t a request, his tone leftno room for argument, not that I could even if I wanted to. I was near seeing stars as he dragged me closer and closer to climax.
“Yes, sir.” Words were difficult to manage, and I knew he was doing that on purpose, distracting me from arguing by using my body against me.
“That’s my good girl,” he said before kissing me again, starting off slower this time. I put everything I had into kissing him back, willing myself to show him that I trusted him with more than just my body.
His hands drifted down my body to cup my ass, pulling me against him, grinding himself into me, his hard length pressed against me in ways that made my legs quake with need. Slowly, both of his hands drifted down for my ass to grip the back of my thighs. Without warning, he yanked me up against him, the water almost drowning out the gasp of surprise I let out when I broke away from him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, never having been lifted up like this before. At this angle, my head was higher than his, though I didn’t get much time to appreciate the new view as he lowered me down, impaling me on his awaiting cock. I nearly screamed as he filled me, gripping his neck tightly as he let me adjust for a moment.
Water blurred my vision as I rocked my hips in his grip, urging him to move, to create that delicious friction I craved so badly from him. Daxton didn’t make me wait long before he obliged, guidingmy body up and down with his powerful arms. I didn’t dare loosen my grip around his neck as he continued pumping me up and down against his body, filling me each time to the hilt at the perfect angle, almost making me forget my own name.
We weren’t rushed this time, not in the comfort of his own home. As much as I loved the fast-paced and rough claiming he usually laid on me, this was different. I cupped his face with my hands, trying my best to look him in the eyes as water ran down my face. I wanted to see his face as he came undone. Slowly, he started teasing me, bouncing me faster against him, his cock driving me right to the edge, before he’d slow down again.
“Please,” I begged him, feeling myself throbbing around him as he continued the best torture I had ever experienced.
“Please, what?” He said, each word punctuated by another thrust of his cock.
“Please let me cum,” I gazed into his brown eyes, pleading with him to let me find my release.
He buried his face in my neck, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped me harder, pushing me through a punishing pace. He bounced me ruthlessly, pounding himself inside me until I was seeing stars. I cried out, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, clenching around him as he found his release deep inside me, his body shaking as he continued to hold me up.
Slowly, he withdrew himself from inside me, leaving me feeling a little empty from the lack of him. The evidencefrom both of us carelessly swept down the drain as my feet hit the tiled floor and my legs shook. If it wasn’t for him still holding onto me, I probably would have fallen over, but his grip never let me. Instead, he began cleaning me up, washing me, caressing me, and caring for me as we had never been able to before.
January 5th 2022
I went to my first-ever New Year’s Eve party this year. Craig invited me to a party one of his co-workers was throwing. It sounded like fun: drinking, games, movies—nothing too heavy. I didn’t realize that by drinking, he had meant becoming a raging alcoholic.
His friends were nice enough; they included me in the games and made some effort to talk to me. Craig was drastically different around them than I’ve ever seen him. He was pleasant in a way that didn’t sit right with me. He smiled, he said nice things, he laughed, but none of it met his eyes.
No one else seemed to notice that something seemed off. Maybe I really was the issue. He always said I was the reason he was always stressed out. I brought too much drama into his life. Seeing him around his friends, how happy he seemed, maybe he had a point. His disposition just seemed counterfeit to me.
I really needed to figure out if there was something wrong with me. Now I was trying to make him out to be a monster when he was having a good time. He drank to the point I needed to drive him home, smiling the entire walk down the driveway to my car, turning to wave bye at his friends periodically.
Once we got in the car, I asked him if he was going to be okay going into work the next day with how much alcohol he had consumed. He blamed me. Having to stress out about my anxiety had pushed him into drinking excessively, and he told me that if he had to call into work, I would be responsible for helping to cover his bills since it was my fault.
Chapterthirty-two
The Vigilante
October 11th 2023
Anxiety wasn’t something I normally felt. I usually maintained control over most situations, so feeling like I didn’t have that wasn’t something I was accustomed to experiencing. As the phone rang and rang, I felt it building in my chest, reaching its brim, ready to boil over. Part of our agreement was that she would check in, and always be reachable.
Eventually, it went to voicemail, which was full, so I wasn’t able to leave a message for her. My fingers flew over the keyboard on my phone, not really caring that the text was going to come off slightly rude.
Not answering your phone isn’t being reachable…
The message was shown as delivered. Two minutes passed before it switched from delivered to read, and my phone started ringing in response.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed before I had the chance to say anything.
“A crazed man can do a lot to someone they want to hurt in four minutes, Raelynn.” My anxiety was dissipating, but Iwanted nothing more than to force her to understand just how unhinged her ex was, and at the very least take it a bit more seriously.
“I’m sorry, I promise it won't happen again. I was outside with Riley and forgot to grab it while he was using the bathroom. I promise, it won't happen again.”
