His hand snatched out, grabbing a mess of my hair at the base of my skull and spinning me around to face him just as I thought I saw a shadow move behind my shed. Daxton pulled me firmly against his body as he towered over me, using his height to get his demand across.
“Get on your knees, now,” he gripped my hair so tightly that I felt the pain I craved so much and pushed me down.
My knees hit the concrete of my patio, and the thought of the movement behind my shed was wiped from my memory as his hand stayed on the back of my head.
“You want to change your mind about the little attitude you’re having?” He asked as he pinched my chin firmly, turning my head up to look at him. I rolled my eyes in response.
He hummed in response, undoing his zipper with his free hand, his rock-hard cock almost hitting me in the face as it sprangforward. I didn’t get a chance to say a word as he pulled back on my hair to the point I opened my mouth with a wince, giving him the opportunity to shove himself into my mouth.
Daxton kept a tight grip on my hair, not going easy on me as he fucked my face. I felt him hitting the back of my throat as my mouth made him slick. He slid in and out with near brutal force. My eyes managed to find his dark lust-filled ones from my place on the ground with his cock deep in my throat, trying my best to hold his gaze as he slid in and out of my mouth.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned as I gagged on his massive length. “I want that lipstick smeared all over my dick, do you hear me, Raelynn?”
I couldn’t answer, I could barely breathe as he thrust into my mouth, his girth filling my throat. Tears filled my eyes, my mascara running down my face as he continued. I had a safe word—or, rather, a safe action—that I could use if it got to be too much. We had put that in place the other day when he repeated how he wanted to punish me. I liked how rough he was. I liked not having a say in what he did. Wetness pooled between my thighs as I let him force himself farther down my throat, being used at his discretion, making me crave the force he used on me.
I moaned around him, looking up at him with watery eyes. Watching him come undone was my favorite thing when his cock was down my throat. The face he made as he spilled himself into me, knowing I was the one causing him such pleasure,made me want to do nothing more than continue to please him. I swallowed him down as he pulled my hair harder, his hips jerking as he released himself down my throat.
He slowly withdrew himself from my mouth after I swallowed every drop of his cum, red smeared all over his length as it mixed with my saliva. Releasing my hair, he bent over and took in my appearance. I knew before he said anything that I had lost the argument.
“Such a good girl.” he praised, not just over how well I took him fucking my mouth, but that I was no longer arguing about the increased security.
March 21st 2022
Istayed at Michelle’s house last night. Even though we text or talk every day, I feel like with Craig around, I never get the chance to spend quality time with my sister anymore. He doesn’t like her; he thinks she’s a whore and judges her on situations he knows nothing about.
We ordered takeout from her favorite Thai restaurant and spent too much time watching reruns while Riley begged for food. Even though we barely spoke the entire night, it was healing to spend time with someone I was comfortable around. My mind wasn’t used to taking a break from constantly trying to predict someone’s next move or what might set them off.
I made a huge mistake, though. I had turned my phone off the entire night while I was with her. Craig rarely responds to my texts anyway. He always says if he texts me, then we won't have anything to talk about when we get together. He’s trying to prevent himself from getting bored with me.
So I don’t push it. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d notice my phone would be off, since unless he needs something, he never texts me. Of course, the one night I try to take a much-needed mental reprieve from the whiplash I get with his moods, he tries to get in touch with me.
When I turned on my phone this morning, I had over thirty missed text messages and a dozen missed calls. My heart beat rapidly against my chest as all the possibilities of what he could possibly do in retaliation ran through my mind at once, overfilling my brain to the point of giving me a migraine.
One night, I just wanted one night away.
Chapter thirty-four
The Phoenix
October 21st 2023
“I hope you remember what arguing got you the last time,” Daxton’s deep voice rumbled over the phone.
“I promise, her friend is on his way to give her a jump; she’s just running late. And the cameras are all installed, so you can watch to your heart's content.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but remembered he could possibly see me, though part of me wanted to toe that fine line again. When Daxton dominated me, when he took control, it made me want to melt. A real man didn’t have to resort to becoming a bully to get a woman to submit to them.
“Call me if she’s going to be any later than an hour? I have to go get my last client, and if she’s not back, I can always swing by.”
“I will, doors are locked, Riley is on guard, and I have the cameras you insisted on.” Opening the refrigerator, I took out a bottle of blackberry wine to pour into the glass I had set on the counter.
“Thank you for relenting on that,” he said. I heard a door shut in the background of our phone call; he must have been leaving his office to get his last client. The hospital had another difficult patient, so all their appointments got pushed late into the evening.
“You didn’t give me a choice, but you’re welcome. Call me when you’re done.”
“I will.” We said our goodbyes as I grabbed my wine and the bowl of popcorn I had made. With Halloween right around the corner, I was on a Halloween movie kick every night with Michelle.
Hocus Pocus waited, paused on my small flat screen TV hung above my white brick mantel in my living room. The gray sectional sofa was decorated with fall throw pillows and plenty of fleece blankets to make for a cozy evening. A small black camera was mounted in the corner near the ceiling, the blue light letting me know it was on and working. Riley was lying on his side of the couch, chomping away at his favorite toy.
Setting my drink and snack down on my coffee table, I grabbed the remote and hit play. Michelle would probably kill me for not waiting on her, but I didn’t mind restarting one of our all-time favorite holiday movies if she wanted me to. I grabbed one of the large blankets from the sofa and settled in to watch the movie. The overhead lights were off, with only a small lamp and the candles I had lit around the room providing light.
