Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

“That night after I had retired to my room…”

“You didn’t share a room,” he interrupted.

“No, I never slept in his room, but he did stay in mine on occasion, but not often. Anyway, he sent someone out to buy me an e-reader. That was when they were fairly new, and all that you could really do is read on them. He brought it to me and told me that he had already downloaded enough books to keep me busy for quite some time.”

“Did he know what you liked to read?”

I blew out a puff of air. “He didn’t care, but just wait, it gets better. First, I had to do things to get the e-reader.”

“Like what,” Dawson wanted to know. He wanted details and wasn’t letting me maneuver around them.

“Well, that particular night was actually mild. He made me undress and bend over his lap so that he could spank me for coming into his office.”

I felt Dawson tense beneath me, but he didn’t stop me as I let my mind drift back in time, once again.

“You know you’re not allowed in my office without me telling you to be there, don’t you?”

“Yes, Drew.”

“And you also know that I’m going to spank you now, right?”

“Yes, Drew.”

I didn’t even wait for him to tell me what to do next. I slid out of my panties and my nightshirt and lay across the bed and his lap. He rubbed my ass a couple of times as he always did and began his ritual. He slapped me hard and then rubbed the sting away, purposely moving between my legs as he did. I could feel his erection on my hip, and he would ever so often, pull me toward it so that he could grind into me. I tried to make myself not get wet.  I would think about anything and everything under the sun except for the orgasm that I wasn’t going to be allowed to have.

Once he was finished with his routine he told me to lay down and spread my legs. I did of course, and he rubbed my juices into me.

“You want it up the ass don’t you?” he asked, knowing that I would say yes, regardless of my true answer.

“Yes,” I whispered, and he flipped me roughly to my stomach.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and I did.

I felt his head touch my entrance.

“You want it, you take it,” he said, wanting me to push back into him.

I slowly moved back, trying to relax and press his erection into me.

“Ah, yeah, baby, take me in your ass,” he said. He always said perverted things to me which should’ve repulsed me but didn’t. It made me wetter, and I wanted him even more. I knew that it was a mind game and a way for him to control me even more, knowing that he would be the only one to acquire any pleasure.

“Move me in and out now,” he demanded once I had him buried inside of me.

I did as I was told and rocked back and forth on his dick. I was fine until he brought his fingers around and started circling my clitoris.

“Drew,” I begged.

“No. You were a bad girl. You came into my office. You are not coming,” he assured me as he tried even harder to bring me to bliss.

I clenched the comforter in both fists, willing myself not to come. I counted to one hundred by twos and then did it backwards. I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing that I failed, again.

He finally gave up and pulled out of me. He lay down and told me to straddle him. I did, and he helped guide me over his shaft. I knew he only did it because he wanted to see the struggle on my face as he masturbated me to orgasm.

“Fuck my dick with your ass,” he said as his fingers frantically rubbed my throbbing nub. “Harder,” he demanded when I wasn’t moving fast enough for him.

“Drew, I can’t,” I begged for him to let me orgasm.

“You don’t want to disobey me, Morgan,” he warned as he rubbed even harder.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head as I quivered above him, uncontrollably letting go.

“You just insist on defying me, don’t you?” he asked, and moved me off him.

He got up, went into my bathroom and cleaned himself up. He walked out still rock hard and clicked his tongue again as he left my room. I knew he would be right back. I just didn’t know what he’d bring back.

He returned with a new toy with two ends. I knew that both of my orifices would be taking it. One end was fairly good sized and the other had knobs all the way down. He waved it at me, telling me to lie down, and take my position. I did what I knew he wanted: lay down, pulling my knees up, and opened. He guided the new object into my vagina first and then moved the knobby twin into my ass. He then turned the knob, causing a light vibration that I knew was going to make me come again. He massaged my clit with his thumb and then made me suck my essences from it. He continued this for a few minutes while he moved the foreign object in and out of me.

I was glad that he left my aching core to stroke himself off. The faster he stroked, the faster he moved the two sided dildo in and out of me. I was hoping that he was going to come soon so that I didn’t have to disobey him again.

All of a sudden he moved up to me and shoved himself deep into my throat and then pulled out. He jerked himself, telling me to open my mouth. I did, and he let go as I swallowed him once again. He always made me lick and suck him clean, then he removed the toy.

I hadn’t seen the other one that he had brought in. He turned it on and told me to lie down on top of the covers. I did, he placed it inside of me with just enough vibration for me to want more. He gave me the e-reader, told me not to come and not to touch myself or the new vibrator. He said that he would be watching. I wasn’t to move until he came back to remove it.

Well, at least I could read and take my mind off of it. That was not going to happen either. Every book that he had downloaded was erotic. It was just one more way to get me to submit to his every need. He wanted me to read the stories about having a master and the way I should be submitting to him.

The very first short story made me feel blessed that I had Drew and not the monster that tied, gagged, and did everything imaginable to his captive. Although I was glad that I wasn’t the girl in the cold dungeon, and I did have the luxuries and spectacular food, reading about the sex was torturous. I bucked my hips, hoping that it wasn’t enough for him to notice, needing contact from anything. I didn’t know if I were allowed to stop reading, but I couldn’t read about this guy doing the things that he was doing to this girl much longer.

I wanted the vibrator out of me. I wanted to come, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be allowed. I didn’t think he was ever going to come back. It was after one in the morning. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. There was no way I could fall asleep as long as I had the constant vibration inside of me. I wondered how long the batteries would last, and finally turned off the e-reader. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything but my sopping wet pussy begging for pleasure.

Drew finally came to remove the object, and I thought I was going to come just by him sliding it out.

“You’re very wet Morgan,” he said, rubbing my juices with his fingers.

Fucking idiot… Really?

By no surprise, Drew didn’t let me come, and left me with the smirk that I hated. I finally did stop thinking about it and fell asleep.

He had to go out of town the next day, and made sure that I knew that he would be watching. He explained that he expected to see me reading every night. I picked up the e-reader that night, thinking I would read his stupid smut for thirty minutes or so, and then watch television. I ended up reading until I couldn’t take it any longer. He had the cable turned off in my room so I had nothing to do, but read.

“Did you eventually get to go to the library?” Dawson asked, sensing that I needed to stop talking about the sex.

I nodded, being pulled from my thoughts. “Yes, but I was always escorted by his right hand man, Derik. I wasn’t allowed to use the computers and was only allowed to check out one book at a time because he wanted me to read what he downloaded for me.”

“Wow, Ry. I don’t even know what to say. How did you end up leaving him?”

I thought about it for a second and I didn’t want to talk anymore. I needed him to treat me the way that Drew did, and I needed him right that second. “Dawson, I need to save that for another time. I need you to do things to me right now.”

Dawson knew exactly what I was talking about. “Ry?” he spoke, not sure really what to say.

“Please, Dawson,” I begged. I was used to begging. I didn’t care what he thought. I needed the attention in my throbbing core.

“Riley, this can’t turn you on,” he said, sounding a little taken aback.

“I told you that I was fucked up, and yes it can. What do you think?” I asked, taking his hand and sliding it between my legs. “You can’t tell me that it didn’t turn you on as well.”

“Oh yes, I can. I’m not turned on in the least by what that bastard did to you.”

He kissed me deep and passionate as his fingers continued to please me.

“You turn me on. Touching you turns me on,” he whispered to my lips.

“Dawson, I need you to be somebody else right now. I need you to be controlling and do the things that I just told you about,” I practically begged, thrusting my hips into his fingers as I lay back.

“No, Ry. I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to try like hell to please you, I’m never going to keep you from it. I’m never going to treat you like that.”

I groaned. It was what I needed. I didn’t want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use and abuse me. It’s what I knew. It was what was consuming my mind. I wanted to be spanked. I wanted him to make me swallow him. I needed him to forcefully invade my ass.

“Please, Dawson,” I begged as he removed my panties and his own clothes.

He came to me and kissed me again. “Close your eyes, baby,” he whispered on my lips, and I did.

He gently caressed my arms and shoulders, massaging me all the way to my fingertips. I moaned when I felt his lips on my breast as he gently kissed and sucked each one of them, continuing to move down my body. He massaged both of my legs all the way to my feet. I didn’t realize how tense I was, and the sore pressure points on my feet were magically erased by his strong hands.

By the time he was back to my lips, I had calmed, and quit frantically thinking about what I needed him to do and let him take control. He was going to anyway; my begging had no influence on him. He kissed me deeply, and I moaned in his mouth as he moved between my legs. He made slow, passionate love to me. When he sensed I was leaving him for Drew, he would stop, make me open my eyes and look at him, telling me that he loved me before he would move again. That seemed to become routine for us. I was glad he didn’t do as I begged him to do. I knew that so many men would have jumped at the chance to treat me like I felt I deserved, but not Dawson. Dawson truly did love me, and I loved him.

I lay in his arms that night feeling like I had never felt in my life. I knew I craved the things that Drew did to me because it was the only time I was touched. I never grew up with loving parents. Drew surely never made me feel loved, but his touch was something I needed emotionally. Dawson’s touch was different from anything I had ever experienced.

“Thank you,” I said, looking up at him as he kissed the tip of my nose. He knew what I was thanking him for, and I truly was grateful that he hadn’t given in to my dark requests.

“You’re welcome. Is he still in Indiana?” he asked, and I already knew what he was thinking.

“Yes, and you promise me that you’re not going to do anything. I just want to forget him. Dawson, please don’t try to do anything.” I knew that he was a cop and could find out fairly easy that he was in Las Vegas and not Indiana, but I thought it would at least throw him off track. And I wasn’t about to give him a last name.

“Ry, don’t you want to see that prick rot in prison? He bought you. You were forced to marry him, and I’m sure that too was not a legal wedding.”

“It wasn’t, but I want you to let it go. It was a legal document because a judge did it. I signed all of the papers myself. Please don’t do anything, Dawson. I’m begging you.”

“A judge did it?” he asked, disbelieving his own ears. “What else did you sign?”

“I’m not even sure. I signed the marriage license and then something else that was about ten pages. He just flipped it to the back page, and I signed it. I’m sure it was a prenuptial agreement, not that he was ever going to let me leave him anyway.”

“Why would you sign something without reading it first?”

“Dawson, I was barely eighteen. My dad had just sold me to a man that I didn’t know. I did what I had to do to survive.”

“You’re going to be okay, Riley. I promise,” he said, and I smiled. Dawson took a deep breath and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t dream about anything that night. I fell asleep in Dawson’s arms feeling safe and content. I had promised myself before I had come to the little tourist town that I would never reveal any of my skeletons to anyone there, but I was glad that I had. I was glad that Dawson knew where I had come from and still wanted me. It felt good to tell someone.

 

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We landed at the McCarran airport just before noon. I was still a nervous wreck, afraid that someone would recognize me. I wasn’t sure who I was worried about. I never did get out much. It wasn’t like I was someone famous. Drew had his own private plane. He didn’t fly out of McCarran. I still didn’t know what was said about my disappearance; if he just told people that I had left him or what he was saying.

I wore dark sunglasses and a ridiculously large sun hat. Las Vegas was a very public city and it was fairly easy for anyone to blend in. I didn’t relax until we were in our hotel, miles away from Drew’s home. He would never come to this side of town. I enjoyed dinner with Starlight, her sister Sunny, and all three of her hippy friends who were just as unconventional and carefree as Starlight. I loved them all. We had so much fun. I think all of us had a little too much of something called purple Martians.

Dawson called to check on me just before we turned in for the night. Starlight moaned in the bed next to me, regretting the number of deep purple drinks that she had consumed.

“Was that Star?”

I laughed. “Yeah, she may have had one too many drinks downstairs.”

“I miss you. You should come home now,” Dawson teased.

I looked over to Starlight, not wanting to say anything in front of her. “I’m sure you will be fine for a couple of days,” I said, playing it safe.

“Will you?”

I knew what Dawson was asking. He had been in my bed every night for three full months. He was there to calm my nights, hold me, remind me that I was there with him, and Drew was nowhere around.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m hoping the alcohol will help.”

It didn’t. I was afraid to go to sleep at all, afraid that Starlight would deem me a lunatic and fire me or something. I lay awake purposely trying to tire out my subconscious mind. Maybe if I was beyond exhausted, I wouldn’t dream. I did finally let the fatigue take over sometime   around three in the morning. I may had been okay had I kept my mind on Dawson back in Maine, but I didn’t. I lay on my side watching Starlight’s breathing moving up and down under her covers.

It reminded me of Drew on the few occasions he stayed in my room. I would stay as far away from him as I could, staring at him breathe just like Star was doing. I waited for it. I wanted him to fall asleep. I would rather not to be in bed with me, but when his breathing changed, I knew he was asleep.

That was the first night that I didn’t remember what I dreamed. I knew that it must have been bad though. I woke to Star on the side of my bed shaking me and yelling my name.

I startled her as much as she startled me when I screamed and jumped to the top corner of the bed. My hair was drenched from sweat and my damp nightshirt stuck to my body. My breathing was erratic, and I was sucking in air that wasn’t available.

“Jesus, Riley.” Starlight exclaimed with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized once I realized where I was.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and the back of my neck.

I hung out in the small hotel bathroom as long as I could, hoping that she would go back to sleep. She didn’t. She had a smile, a cup of water, and two little pills waiting on me.

“Here, take these. It’ll help,” she said warmly.

“What is it?” I asked, taking the pills. I didn’t really care what they were. I would take anything if it would help. Her relaxing tea sure as hell didn’t work. It helped me fall asleep but didn’t keep me asleep.

“Just Melatonin. It’s all natural, and will help regulate your sleep and your wake cycle.”

I already knew that the two little pills were all natural. Starlight wouldn’t dare put anything with chemicals in her body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She smiled.

Of course, I didn’t want to talk to her about how fucked up I was. “What did I say?” I asked. That’s what I wanted to know. I wanted to know how much I said. I wondered if the alcohol kept me from remembering what I had dreamt. I always knew what I dreamed about. They were too real not to remember.

“I’m not really sure what you were saying. It was mostly muffled. Are you okay now?”

She lied.

I nodded and lay down. I did sleep the rest of the night, or morning I should say. I finally dozed back off, freaked out about what I had said and wondering about this dream.

I woke. Starlight was in the shower, and I heard the two little dings from her cell phone. I sat up and nosily slid open her screen on the night stand between our beds.

It was from Dawson.

Sorry, was on phone. Is she okay, now? It read.

I couldn’t help it. I had to see what she had said to him. I could still hear the shower running; I had time. I went to the first message so that I could read the conversation in order.

Dawson… What the hell? You need to give me some answers about Riley.

What do you mean?

I think that is a dumb question, you already know what I mean. She woke up screaming, drenched in sweat during the night, and the things that she was saying were horrific. Don’t tell me you sleep with her every night and don’t know what I’m talking about.

I know what you’re talking about, but I promised her that I would keep it to myself. I can’t, Star.

That made me feel good. He was being loyal to me.

I think she needs help, Dawson.

“She does, but she won’t get it.”

If it’s the money, I would gladly help her out.

It’s not. She doesn’t want anyone to know where she came from. Please just let it go. I’m afraid that she’ll run, and I don’t want her to do that. I love her.

That made me smile again.

We’re here for two more nights. What do I do?

You can do what I do. Hold her and kiss her beautiful lips and tell her that you love her, lol.

I smiled again.

You’re an ass. This isn’t funny. I’m a little blown away here.

Relax, Star, she’s fine. If she does it again tonight just talk her down. She’s not going to do anything crazy if that’s what you’re worried about.

I’m worried about her.

That was the last message. I quickly laid her phone down and crawled back into bed when I heard the shower shut off.

I stretched and pretended that I just woke up.

“Good morning, hungry?” Star asked with her carefree smile.

“Yeah, I could eat, but I need a shower.”

“Go. Get a shower. We have a busy day. I can’t wait until you see these vendors today. It’s epic.”

I smiled at her enthusiasm for the hippy festival.

“Star, I’m really sorry about last night.”

I don’t know why I felt the need to apologize to her. I just didn’t want to ruin what I had going on. Although the thought had crossed my mind to run away and start over again somewhere, neglecting the relationship and friends. I would be safer the next time. I knew what I could and couldn’t do, and having people in my life who wanted to get close wouldn’t be an option. But the truth is I couldn’t imagine not having Dawson, Star, and Lauren in my life.

“Honey, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. Just tell me if there is anything that I can do to help. I owe you so much already.”

I looked at her puzzled. I owed her everything. I didn’t understand.

“Why would you owe me anything?”

“You’re joking, right? You turned my money pit dive into a thriving, profitable business. I would’ve never done that. It was just something to occupy my time. I never dreamed that it could be what it is now. I owe you for that.”

“You don’t owe me anything. I think that I love that place more than you do.”

“I owe you breakfast and one hell of a fun day, so go get your skinny little butt ready.”

I was glad that Star was letting go of my night. I would just have to make sure I didn’t sleep that night.

We had to take two cabs because there were six of us. I rode with Starlight and Sunny and couldn’t help but laugh at the two sisters. They were talking about how the fortune teller once told them that they both would marry and have three girls each. Star was said to have two marriages in her life. She didn’t have any. She did have an illegitimate daughter. Of course, her name was part of the universe as well, Moon Beam Straights. She went by Moonie. 

I could feel my heart begin to beat faster when we got close to the jewelry store. I knew that the chances of Drew being there were slim to none. I had heard enough of his business calls to know that he was rarely in any of his stores. That’s what he had Derik for. Derik did all of his dirty work.

I think I stopped breathing. I don’t know how I even saw him. There were so many people on the sidewalk, but I did. He was pacing with one finger in his ear and his cell phone to the other one. It was Derik for sure, in his expensive, elaborate suit and tie. He never looked up and kept his eyes down. I felt that Drew was on the other end of the phone.

“Riley?” I heard Starlight call my name. I was sure that it wasn’t the first time.

“Sorry, did you say something?” I asked a stupid question.

“Not anything important. I was just telling you about all of the coffee vendors that will be set up here.”

I couldn’t believe all the cars and people that were at this expo. I would’ve never dreamed that so many people were into the retro hippy craze. I was happy to see that we were some place where you wouldn’t find Drew or his sidekick, Derik. We had to walk a mile because our cab driver refused to go any farther into the multitude of traffic. I didn’t mind. I proudly wore my dark sunglasses and my oversized sun hat.

Starlight and I both had ordered a new outfit for the special day. I wore a brown and green tie dye Mudmee wrap skirt and a brown hippy style fringed leather vest with a pair of water buffalo sandals. Starlight wore a patchwork sundress and the same sandals as me.

We spent the entire day at the swap meet. We did eventually go our separate ways. There was way too much to see in five days, let alone two, and we wanted to acquire some new and exciting merchandise. The storeroom had quickly started to get cleared out from our robust sales over the past few months. Starlight went for the coffees, teas, aroma oils, and scented candles. I spent my time with Sunny. We hit up all of the clothing, novelty items, and pictures. I definitely wanted more of the artwork. They seemed to be one of the hottest items for the tourists we attracted.

It was after seven before we finally made it back to the hotel. I was hot, tired, and excited all at the same time. Starlight went to the shower, and I called Dawson.

“I was beginning to think you forgot me,” he answered. I could sense the smile on his face.

“Never, how are you?”

“Lonely. I’m not used to sleeping alone anymore. I didn’t sleep much.”

“I think you’re lying to me. You probably slept like a baby without me there to wake you during the night.”

“I promise I didn’t. I would much rather have you here waking me. I kept throwing my arm over you, and you weren’t there.”

I laughed. I missed him. I really missed him. The only person who I had ever missed in my life was Justin. I didn’t even miss my mother although I often wondered where she was.

“I have to say that I missed you last night too.” I didn’t say why. He knew why.

“How was your expo?”

“It was amazing, Daw. You should have seen the people at this thing. I talked to a guy who came here all the way from Florence, Italy. He flew here just for the meet.”

“He wasn’t cute was he?”

I laughed at his jealousy. “No. I promise. He wasn’t cute. We have twenty-four new catalogs to go through.”

“You didn’t buy anything to have shipped back home?”

“No. Star wanted to, but I talked her out of it. It’ll be much cheaper to order and have it sent direct from the wholesalers than to have it shipped from here.”

“Have I told you how much I loved you today?”

“No. I haven’t talked to you today, silly.”

“I love you more than the stars, the sun, the moon, the ocean, the air—”

I laughed before I cut him off. “Okay. I get it, and I love you too, but Star just got out of the shower, and I desperately need it.”

“So you don’t love me as much as a shower.”

“I do, just not right at the moment. Do you have any idea how hot it is in Las Vegas in July?”

“Nope. Never been there. How hot?”

“It was a hundred and five today. That is ridiculously hot, and I have enough sweat on me to water a house plant.”

“Ew. That’s kind of gross. You’d better go shower. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dawson.”

Starlight and I spent our evening looking at the many products, and dog-earing pages of the catalogs. We didn’t eat any supper. We had both eaten so much at the meet that neither of us was hungry.

I crawled into bed first, and Starlight gave me two of the little pills. I took them with a smile, hoping I didn’t wake her with one of my episodes.

“Where did you grow up?” Starlight asked as we both lay down in our side by side beds.

How much should I tell her? Should I lie and say that I grew up in Indiana? It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. I was just afraid. Afraid of what, I wasn’t sure.

“Pennsylvania.” I lied. It was somewhat in the same vicinity. 

“Do you have any siblings?”

I didn’t want to have this conversation. I had an awesome day, and I wanted to fall asleep thinking about all the neat things that we would soon have in the shop.

“I have a brother,” I said, yawning a fake yawn, hoping she took the hint.

She didn’t.

“How long were you married?”

Did I tell her that I had been married? I didn’t remember telling her that. I was afraid to lie. Did Lauren or Dawson tell her that I had been married?”

“Six years,” I told the truth.

“Ry, I’m here if you need to talk,” Star said, sensing my apprehension.

“I’m fine. I would rather let the past stay in the past.”

“Okay, but just so you know, I’m a pretty good listener and an even better secret keeper.” She smiled.

I did dream that night. Maybe it was her asking about my upbringing, but for the first time I dreamt about my mother. At least I didn’t wake up screaming bloody murder, and I didn’t think that I had talked in my sleep.

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I should have known that morning that something was up. My mom never told me to come to the truck stop and eat after school. I wasn’t allowed to be in there. She couldn’t flirt with all of the truckers if I was there, and she sure wasn’t going to use her tip money to buy me supper. I didn’t have that kind of mother. I had a mother whom I knew didn’t stay loyal to my dad, not that he ever did either.

I cautiously wandered into the dive and sat at the bar with my mom. She wasn’t working at all, and she wasn’t wearing her ugly green polo uniform shirt. She patted the red plastic barstool beside of her.

“Order anything you want,” she offered.

I did. I ordered a chocolate milk shake, a cheeseburger, and fries. I felt guilty for eating the food and even more so the milk shake. I knew Justin would have loved to have had a milk shake.

“I’m not coming home tonight, Morgan,” my mom explained while I ate my glorious meal.

“Where you going?” I asked around the cheeseburger in my mouth.

“I’m moving away from here. I can’t stay with your dad anymore. It’s not healthy for any of us.”

“We’re taking Justin too, aren’t we?” I asked, not understanding what she was trying to say.

“I need you to stay and take care of Justin for me.”

“You’re not taking us with you?”

“I can’t, Morgan. Someday you’ll understand. I promise.”

I turned when I heard the well-dressed man clear his throat beside her.

“I have to go, Morgan. You take care of your brother for a while for me, okay?”

“Just for a while? And then you’re coming for us?”

“I won’t be coming for you, but you will be eighteen soon. You’ll leave this place too.”

She didn’t hug me, didn’t kiss me, and only patted my knee.

“I love you. Finish your food and head home before your dad gets home.”

That was how my mother said goodbye.

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I did sleep well, other than that haunting dream about my mother leaving her children to be with some man, obviously with more money than my dad had. I felt strange about the dream. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but it was almost like a clue for some odd reason.

We also spent the next day at the expo. Star’s all-natural sleeping aid helped once again. I was too happy to have nightmares about my past. We had such a great day that it made it almost impossible.

 

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I could not wait for the plane to land. I even asked the stewardess if she could tell the pilot to speed up a little. I missed Dawson so much and couldn’t wait to see him. I don’t know what my hurry was. We landed at eleven in the morning. I wouldn’t see him until he got off work at four.

I couldn’t wait. As soon as Star dropped me off at my door, I tossed my belongings inside the door and headed back into town.

“You have a really hard job,” I said, seeing him looking oh-so-fine in his uniform with his feet propped up on his desk. He almost knocked over his cup of coffee when he abruptly sat up with a smile. I loved that smile.

“Well, guess I better go catch me some bad guys,” his Deputy Matt decided, excusing himself.

Dawson had me in his arms in a split second. “Don’t you ever leave me like that again,” he demanded, kissing me. I mean really kissing me.

My arousal went from zero to eighty in two-point-seven seconds. I was panting. His hands seemed to be magical, causing sensations to places he wasn’t even touching.

He let me go rather quickly.

“Your house or mine?” he asked, retrieving his cell phone.

I didn’t have time to answer before he was on the phone with Matt, telling him to get back there because he was taking the rest of the day off.

Dawson drove his car, and I followed him to his house and had to laugh when he accidentally hit the siren on his cruiser trying to get out of the car.

I was twenty-five years old, and it was the first time ever in my life that I felt passion. I wanted Dawson more at that moment than I ever wanted anything in my life. It was also the first time that Drew stayed out of our sex life. It was the first time that Dawson had ever gone down on me, actually it was the first time that anyone had gone down on me. Wow. That’s a lot of firsts. Drew wasn’t into pleasing me. He was into pleasing himself.

Dawson walked me backwards toward his bedroom, never letting the contact of our lips break. He had my long flowing sundress around my hips and was thumbing off my panties. I didn’t take any of my clothes off except for the panties. He backed me up until the bed stopped me and I pulled myself back with my elbows. After he pulled my shirt above my breasts, I watched him hastily undress himself. He raised my knees and kissed my stomach while his hands caressed the satin on my bra. I wasn’t used to that either. Drew just demanded that I spread my legs, and I did it. Dawson moved down and kissed me on the inside of my right thigh.

I thought I was going to come off the bed when he slid his finger into me. These were all new and foreign feelings for me. I didn’t know it could be this way. My emotions were instantly halted when I felt his tongue next. It scared me at first, but he sensed it and softly laid his hand on my stomach forcing me to stay with him, promptly bringing me back to him and not Drew. 

Never in my life had I felt anything like that. I came. I came hard and called out in loud, totally exquisite agony. I hadn’t had time to regain my composure when Dawson came up to me. He kissed me, another first. I never dreamed that tasting myself on his lips could have been so sensual. He rolled me over, and I took over the driving. My long skirt covered us, and he kept his hands under it, caressing and pulling my hips to him. My hands ran up his sexy as hell chest. I loved the hair on his chest. Drew had a bare chest, not that I ever touched it or anything.

I came twice. The second time wasn’t as intense as when he had brought me there with his mouth, but none the less, I did, and it was incredible. Dawson was right there with me and rolled me over. He frantically took me, sending us both over the edge.

We both kind of laughed at our hungriness for each other.

“Damn, I love you,” he said, kissing my lips.

I was glad that Dawson loved me. I loved him and couldn’t imagine not having him in my life.