Chapter Six
Daphne
What was going to happen when the construction work was done on my house? I had a little taste of what it would be like to have him run off to another job when something went wrong on another site of his. I hated it! It had me hoping and praying that the woman of the house was repulsive so he would not be attracted to her.
I wanted him to be all mine!
So did I ask Caldwell over for dinner to thank him? A final payment with a bonus payment that maybe included a mouthwatering dessert? Time was ticking away and I had already flirted with him a million and one times…and he reciprocated more than a few times as well. There was definitely something building between us, but if he wasn’t going to do anything about it… Maybe I needed to come up with something to have him come running after hours.
Could I break something?
Fortunately, Mother Nature was looking out for me and I didn’t have to destroy any of his hard work or something that maybe he wasn’t capable of fixing. A cold, crazy beginning of the summer thunder and lightning, hail storm that looked more like a snow storm wreaked havoc on a large tree close to my house. The high winds didn’t completely topple it over, but its heavy branches fell and blocked Caldwell’s truck—trapping him inside with me.
It’s true that he could’ve called a car service to take him home, but I was happy that he didn’t since the power was out. If he had attempted to leave, I may have begged him to not go. I wasn’t fond of the crashing booms that the storm was providing and how pitch black it was outside. My entire street…neighborhood appeared to be without electricity.
Caldwell made me feel safe and he made the night fun insisting that we were just out in the wilderness camping. Ha! Camping and Daphne did not mix well, but I could play make-believe in the comfort of my house. With the help of flashlights on our cellphones, we were able to locate provisions like candles, wine…and then we were able to cook. Although, I will say that we ate dessert first since I had some amazing pints of ice cream we couldn’t let go to waste. I’d like to say that it was my idea, but it was all Caldwell…like I said, he was fun with a capital “F” the entire time.
He was even a good sport when I talked him into playing a round of drunk Truth or Dare under his control. “Let’s set some rules.” I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head. “Whatever is revealed here, stays here…no judgement…no sharing beyond this room.”
“Ohhh…you must have some good secrets or skeletons in your closet,” I said, grinning while filling up our glasses with the remaining wine in our second bottle. “We might need this…and I have another one.”
“I may not be able to perform if we drink another bottle.”
Damn the darkness! I couldn’t see the full expression on his face, but I was pretty sure he meant that in a dirty, delicious way.
“Don’t try to distract me,” I said, moving out of the kitchen to where Caldwell had made a fire in the fireplace of my living room. “Come on,” I purred over my shoulder and saw that he was right behind me. Sitting on the floor on one side of a low, custom blond wood coffee table in the shape of a boomerang, I decided to go first. “Truth or dare?”
I nearly lost it when he replied, “dare,” in his sexy voice, sitting opposite of me.
“I knew it! You have a secret life you’re not telling me about.” I laughed, sipped my wine, and tried to come up with a dare that wasn’t too forward. I don’t remember removal of clothing as part of the game—maybe we should’ve played a stripping game instead.
“Are you too afraid to dare me to do something?” There was that voice again, but that time it truly rattled my entire body—pebbling my nipples and dampening my lacy panties that I was happy to be wearing in case we engaged in a bit of show and tell next. “I’m up for the challenge,” he added, looking over the rim of his glass while he took a drink.
Holy shit! How could I even think? He was not playing fair at all and I chickened out, giving him something stupid.
“Stick out your tongue…” He grinned, set his glass down, and sat up a little straighter. “…fold it like a taco and then touch it to your nose.”
“Is this a talented tongue test? Because if you want—” I cut him off before he said things that my naughty mind imagined he would say.
“Do it!”
Once he was done, he was quick to ask me, “Truth or dare? Let’s see how brave you are.”
“Truth.” I said proudly, sticking out my chest.
“Shit! Don’t do that! You make me lose focus.”
I smiled, liking that my body caused a reaction from him.
“Okay…I got it,” he said with a smirk. “Tell me something that you don’t want me to know.”
“Why would I tell you something that I don’t want you to know?”
“Because you swore to tell the truth.”
“I don’t believe we took any sworn oaths…no hands were placed on a Bible…” I had suggested the game, but I had not thought about full disclosures nor deceiving each other with lies. I was scrambling to think of something to tell him that I wouldn’t be mortified of him knowing or making me sound desperate for him. He didn’t mention that I had to reveal anything to do with him, but those were the only things I could think of looking at his handsome face in the romantic glow of the fire and candlelight.
“I like you,” I said softly, lowering my eyes down to my hand toying with the stem of my wine glass.
“I like you too…that wasn’t so bad.” I looked up at him and wished that I knew just how much or in what way he liked me.
“My turn.” It was time to heat things up or cool things down…hopefully he choose correctly. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Oh, good answer!
“What is your ultimate fantasy?”
“First, let me say that lately all of my fantasies include you.”
My body was on high alert waiting for him to continue or show me, either way would be okay with me.
“The one that keeps playing over and over in my head involves you naked, wrapped around my waist, up against the door—”
I finished his sentence with my own thoughts, “—with my arms around your neck as you thrust up into me.” Holy shit! I may have gone too far, I realized as I listened to my own voice and immediately bit my lip to stop myself from saying more.
He smiled, so sexy, as he moved the table back out of the way allowing his body closer to mine. “So you have the same one?”
I nodded and became braver than I ever had with a man—he brought out things in me that I had never thought…nor said aloud. “Actually, mine is pretty much the same but my ass is resting on a countertop and my arm is over your shoulder with my fingernails scratching your upper back…” My words trailed off as I looked into his darkened eyes.
“Keep going,” he implored me.
“Your mouth is on mine…we’re tangling tongues and—”
I never said another word that made any sense, to my knowledge. Caldwell had stripped me of all logic as he pulled me into his arms and crushed his mouth to mine. Frantic movements, had me reaching my arms up and around his neck. Holding onto him so tightly, I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t in some crazy dream.
I didn’t want him to get away.
The only reason I loosened my grip on him was because he dared me in a sexy whisper, “I dare you to take your clothes off, slowly for me.”
The game had gotten better and better…hotter and hotter with one gorgeously-wow-of-a-man that I hoped would follow me by removing his own clothes. But first, I stood up and did a little swaying of my hips action, before I raised my pale teal top inch by inch, up and over my head. He wanted a show, I would give him one. A glimpse of my breasts encased in a pretty white lace bra, I unbuttoned my very tiny white shorts, lowered the zipper, and then turned around as I lowered them down my long legs to reveal a matching lacy thong. Of course, I wiggled my ass as I unhooked my bra. I admit it was a bit of a teasing move before slowly spinning around as if I were moving to sexy music.
I guess my antics were more than he could handle because before I could finish my performance, he was up on his feet, and I was in his arms. Our fantasies were quickly becoming a reality and I didn’t even have to dare him to do anything more. I was quickly sitting atop a low built-in cabinet and watching Caldwell performing his own little striptease—only faster than mine. I appreciated his swiftness along with the sight of his lean, muscular body that was cut in all the right places like a man that spent hours in the gym working on it.
“Oh my God,” slipped from my mouth when Caldwell and his monster appendage neared me and he ripped my thong from my body. “I dare you,” I nearly purred, so excited to feel his sizable girth fill me.
“No need to dare me,” were the last words that didn’t spill from our lips in the form of groans and moans after he moved me to the edge of the shelf and entered me with perfect precision.
He felt amazing, filling my tight space, moving in and out just enough to hit every spot inside and outside of me that begged to be caressed by him. Just like my vivid imagination, I clung to him with my arms and legs around him… “Yessss,” I panted, digging my fingernails into his back at just the right moment when he sent my body flying into a blissful feeling like no other. Never had I ever been able to have an orgasm from intercourse alone, but he had the perfect movements…equipment to cause a major buildup of sensations that exploded within me.
Best game of Truth or Dare ever!