Swayze rubbed the front of my panties as he licked and sucked my nipple. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on how good everything felt, and not the alarm bells screaming through my brain. My blood was on fire, I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but at the same time, I wanted him to keep going. It was fear of the unknown mixed with the warm surprise of pleasure.
"You're soaking through, Little Doll. I can't wait to taste you."
I stopped breathing as he moved my panties to the side and ran a finger along my slit. "You're completely pure and bare. Jesus Christ, Domino. I might come before you do."
I brought my head up and he pushed it back again. "Stop worrying and focus on how good I'm making you feel."
He spread my labia and dove a finger in, causing me to let out a sharp cry as he swirled it around in my wetness.
Oh.
This was... wonderful.
He traced his finger in slow circles.
"That's right, good little doll, relax, spread your legs wider for me. I bet your pussy is so tight. I can't wait until it's wrapped around my cock."
I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that it was Swayze, Dennis Swayze was the one saying these things to me, doing these things to me. Things I’d only ever dreamt about as a young, naïve teenager. This wasn’t real. But… it very much was.The back and forth between his filthy words and his expert hands made for a beautiful symphony causing chaos in my body. Something was building. My body grew warm and suddenly I was desperate for a release.
When he saw me panting, he picked up the pace, focusing on my clit.
"God, I bet you look beautiful when you come. Is this the first time you've ever felt like this, Little Doll?"
I whimpered and nodded ever so slightly.
"Swayze, we need to stop," I gasped, squirming in my seat.
"No, we need to keep going, Little Doll. You're about to feel something amazing. You're so close. You're doing such a good job. Come on, come for me."
I couldn't catch my breath as the pleasure persisted and grew to such heights that my body couldn't handle it anymore, and I exploded. Fireworks burst through my veins, warming my entire body. I stiffened as pleasure overtook me completely. Swayze continued kissing my neck and breasts while strumming the pool of heat between my legs. I felt his body pull back only slightly and a familiar click, but I was too high and dizzy off this newfound ecstasy to pay much attention.
I came down and Swayze removed his hand from my center. He sucked his finger, tasting me. The intense eye contact he gave me as he did so sent a second shudder through me.
"I've never had a girl this wet before. It's otherworldly." He brought his lips to mine, gently pushing his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself on him and my heart which had just begun to settle skipped again. What was this? This wasn't me. This was someone else entirely. Domino, the nomad photographer, hadn't been here tonight with Swayze. I'd been replaced with his broken little doll, and I fucking loved every last bit of it. A name I'd found annoying before now was a huge turn-on. I wanted to be his perfect little doll and do what he wanted me to do.
"How do you feel?" he asked, putting his arm around me as he settled back into his seat.
I stared off into the distance, watching the world around us go up, then down again, repeating over and over. I'd left this place seven years ago because of monsters I could never speak about. And along my journey, I had just as many awful experiences as I'd had good. Every day was a new adventure that while I was excited for and loved, always had an underlying bit of panic and terror. I encountered thousands of strangers, not knowing if they'd be kind or cruel, and I'd been okay, knowing the risks.
But these feelings that were developing for Swayze and Koi were an all-new kind of fear. A good fear. One I couldn't wait to explore. Sure, it was scary, but for some reason, I trusted them. Swayze nudged me out of my thoughts and I turned my head to look into his amazing rainwater eyes.
"I feel... safe."
Rule 22 - Koi
Don’t over obsess over a text message.
Domino: This was a mistake. I'm sorry. I just want to be friends.
Istared at the text I'd read and reread all afternoon. I got it just as I was heading into work a few days after our make out session in the woods. Every time I had a break, I pulled my phone out to see if there was a second text, telling me that it was autocorrect or something, but nothing. Just the same, shitty breakup text.
I'd never gotten one of those before.
On my smoke break, I sat under a tree and pulled up the app that showed me her phone. She wasn't nearly as active as I'd seen most girls with their phones. She only used her socials to post for the park, otherwise, a few texts here or there were all work-related. All except the one she sent me.
And Swayze. Right above my name was his, with the same message inside.
I huffed. So, she sent us a copy and paste breakup text. Way to kick a man when he was down. She hadn’t even personalized it. I'd never been rejected. Even before I lost my eye. If anything, that made pussy more accessible. After I got out of the hospitaland wore the eye patch, I couldn't keep chicks off my dick. The thought of Domino bouncing on my cock right under this tree got me hard. I bit down, forcing the thoughts away. I only had ten minutes before I had to walk back into the park and act like her text message hadn't torn my heart and stomach to shreds. I took a long drag of my cigarette and stubbed it into the grass, immediately lighting a new one. What the fuck was I thinking? My heart? She didn't have my heart. I barely knew her.
