by Jessie Cooke
She giggled and tossed her long hair back over one shoulder. “You like? I’m all wrapped up for you.”
“Oh, baby…fuck. Are those…handcuffs?”
“Mm-hmm.” She walked over closer to him and held them out on her fingers. They were metal cuffs, covered in red fur. Doc took them and was staring at them when she also handed him the keys.
“Both keys, huh? I figured you might hide one under your tongue, just in case.”
“I’m not going anywhere anyway,” she said with a wink. Then she brushed past him and walked over to the bed. He watched her in awe. She was fucking incredible. She was wearing a piece of lingerie…ribbons, really. It covered nothing in back. There were strings that ran between her cheeks and down between her legs. In the front, the strings that came up between her legs and the ones that came over her shoulders ended in a giant red bow right across her breasts. She also had on a pair of red stockings that ended just above her knees in lace…and stilettos. They were black and the heel on them was so thin that he had no idea how she was walking in them. He’d never seen anything so sexy in his life. He watched her lie down on her back on the bed…and stretch her arms out above her head toward the wrought iron headboard.
“You want me to cuff you?”
She smiled again. “I want you to ravage me, Doc. You’re welcome to use the cuffs, or not…they came with the suit. Oh! One more thing,” she said, as he took a step toward her. “There’s something else in the bag in the closet. Would you get it for me?”
Doc had to reach down and run his hand over his cock. “This isn’t the most comfortable way to walk, you know? But for you…” She just kept smiling as she watched him go over to the closet. He found the bag. It was black and had the logo from a lingerie store downtown. He slipped his hand inside and touched something that made him draw back. “What the hell?” He opened the bag and looked into it. There was a huge, red dildo in the bag. He pulled it out then and held it up. Turning toward Dallas he smiled and said, “Now I know you need a spanking.” She rolled over, reached back, and slapped her own ass and said:
“If only there were someone here man enough to do it.”
33
Doc pounced on her. She was still face down on the bed and he began tickling her, unmercifully. She ended up on her back and Doc pulled her hands back up toward the headboard. He hooked her fingers around one of the bars and said, “Don’t move.”
“Or what?”
He held up the red dildo and grinned. “Or I’ll spank you with my big, red dick.”
She busted up in giggles. Doc reached over on the bed where he had dropped the cuffs and brought them up to where her hands were. He slipped one side over one of her delicate wrists and closed it, trying not to push it closed too tightly. Then he wrapped the little chain around one of the wrought iron bars of the headboard and closed the next cuff around the other one. He scooted back and looked down at her, naked and vulnerable…and so trusting. She trusted him. She could trust him with her life, but he had sorely taken advantage of her heart. He suddenly felt like a horrible person. The smile faded from Dallas’s face, as if she could read his thoughts and she said:
“What’s wrong?”
Doc smiled and ran the back of his fingers along the side of her face. “Nothing, baby. You’re just so beautiful.”
She smiled again. “So are you.”
“Oh, yeah? I was just thinking you needed a blindfold to go with those cuffs…but if you think I’m beautiful…”
“Oh, I know every little part of that delicious body of yours.” She lowered her voice then and looked at him with pure love in her eyes and she said, “I don’t need my eyes to see it. I see you with my heart.” For the first time since his mom and dad died, Doc got a lump in his throat and actually had to fight the tears away. He turned his head quickly, cleared his throat, and jumped up off the bed.
“Well then,” he said, when he trusted himself to talk, “let’s see what we can find.” He went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer where he kept his bandannas. Taking a black one out, he went back over to the bed and laid it on her stomach. He folded it slowly, letting his fingers touch her bare skin as he did. He saw goosebumps rise on her skin. He loved that his touch did that to her. Once the blindfold was ready, he laid it across her eyes and said, “Lift your head, baby.” She lifted up and he reached back and tied it over her thick hair. “Can you see me?” he asked.
“Mm, in my mind, and you’re just as yummy as ever.” Doc climbed back up on the bed and gently pressed his lips to hers. She parted her lips and he slid his tongue into her mouth. They danced together while his hands began to explore her warm, sexy curves. He took hold of the big bow on her chest and wrapped the end of it around his fingers. He let his mouth slide down to her neck and he began to suck and lick at it while slowly pulling on the ends of the bow.
“I’m going to unwrap my present now,” he said, with his lips pressed into her skin.
“Mm…and then?”
He reached over and picked up the big dildo. He smacked it across her hip. “Whatever I want,” he said. “Because you’re all mine, aren’t you, Dallas?”
“Hmm…” He shook his head and smiled before smacking her again, this time lower toward her butt cheek. “I was kidding,” she said. “Yes, I’m all yours.”
“Too late,” he said, pulling the ribbon hard and ripping it off her. He growled at the sight of her beautiful breasts before leaning down and biting one of her nipples.
“Ouch!”
“Excuse me? Are you complaining?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s better,” he said, leaning down and kissing it softly. She moaned. He moved his mouth over and sucked the other one into it. He held it between his lips and began to flick his tongue back and forth. Dallas moaned and arched her back up off the bed, pulling at the cuffs that bound her. Doc sat up straight and looked down at her again. She looked so incredibly sexy. He sat there and stared at her until she said:
“You still here?” He chuckled and used the dildo to slap her again, this time across her breasts. “Mm…” She groaned.
“Oh, you like that?”
“Yes…I mean no…was I supposed to like it?” He tapped one of her hard nipples with the red silicone, and then the other. She moaned again and arched her back.
“You did like it. Does it make you wet?”
“Yes…” Before she finished the word, he had moved down slightly and slapped the dildo against her pussy lips. “Oh God!” He did it again, harder. She bucked up off the bed so fast that she almost threw him off. He did it a few more times and then he had to have her mouth again. He leaned down and kissed her, biting at her lips and sucking on her tongue. His cock felt like it couldn’t take it a second longer. He reached down and wrapped his hand around it and gave it a couple of strokes. “You could put that in me…”
He grinned, slid a hand underneath her butt, and pulled her up off the bed. Using his hand this time, he slapped her butt, hard. She let out a little gasp and he did it again. “You think that’s enough to keep you in line?”
“I don’t know…I’m having really bad thoughts right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” He slapped her ass again, this time leaving a dark red handprint on her white cheek.
“Yes, sir. I’m picturing your cock…thinking about it sliding in and out of my soaking-wet pussy…and then…” She stopped. He waited a few beats and when she didn’t go on he slapped her butt again and said:
“And then…what?”
“And then, I was thinking maybe right before you’re ready to climax, you could pull it out and put it in my mouth.”
Instead of slapping her butt, he slid his fingers up into her, three of them. She cried out in surprise and he said, “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Look how wet you are.” He reached for the dildo again and when he pulled his fingers out she whimpered and once again cried out when he replaced them with the dildo. “You like that?”
; “Yes…”
He moved it in and out of her and she moved her hips with it, as much as she could. He was straddling her thighs and essentially holding the bottom half of her body down. “Yeah, you like it. My dirty little girl. Are you mine, Dallas?” He fucked her harder with the dildo. She was tossing her head back and forth and sweat was rolling off her face.
“Yes, Doc, all yours.”
He fucked her faster. “You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to come on this dildo and then you’re going to suck on it while I fuck you…okay?”
“Yes,” she panted out. “Whatever you want, Doc.”
He kept moving the silicone cock in and out of her, faster and harder, until she bucked up hard enough to move his weight and she cried out his name as she reached her peak, rocking into his hand for several seconds afterwards, whimpering and moaning. Doc waited until she settled down, to take the dildo out of her, and then he positioned himself between her legs. Moving the now soaked dildo up to her lips, he pressed it into them as he entered her. She gasped again and opened her lips. Doc was awed by the sight of her with the dildo going in and out of her mouth. “God, baby, you’re hot.” She said something with her mouth full, but he couldn’t understand her. He pulled the toy out of her mouth and said, “What was that?”
“I said, we’re hot.”
“Yeah, baby, we are. You and me…forever, right, Dallas?”
“Yes, baby.” Doc tossed the toy aside and reached over her to get the keys to the cuffs off the nightstand. He unlocked her wrists and when she pulled them loose, he took them in his hands, rubbed the skin on them gently, and then brought them one at a time up to his lips. He kissed each one of them softly before letting them go. Dallas brought her hands up to his shoulders and while Doc thrust in and out of her, she dug her fingers into his flesh. Doc reached under her head and untied the bandanna. Dallas reached up and moved it and for the next few minutes they stared into each other’s eyes while he fucked her. He felt the orgasm coming in every nerve in his body before he reached the top of the cliff and plunged off the other side. As he was tumbling through space and time he said:
“I love you, Dallas. I love you so much.”
She gripped onto him tighter and kept rocking her hips until Doc was completely spent and collapsed down next to her. He laid his head on her shoulder and she brushed her lips across his temple and whispered, “I’m going to love you forever, Doc Marshall.”
They lay entwined in each other’s arms and legs, listening and feeling each other’s hearts beating, for a long time. Doc was getting sleepy. He’d love nothing more than to take a nap…but he had already told Hawk to call church. He was considering canceling it. It could wait…
“Is that the phone ringing?” Dallas said, sitting up and putting her hair behind her ear.
Doc grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down. “Ignore it, they’ll go away.”
She giggled. “What if it’s Dax’s school?”
“They have the clubhouse as an emergency number, right? They’ll call there.” The phone stopped ringing. Doc was kissing along Dallas’s jawline when it started again. It did that three times and then there was blessed silence for at least fifteen minutes. They were both just on the verge of sleep when the pounding started on the door. “Motherfucker!” Doc yelled as he rolled over and got up out of the bed. He grabbed for his jeans and Dallas was already up, looking for her clothes. “I’ll see who it is, baby. I’ll kill them and then I’ll be right back.”
She laughed, but nervously. “I’m just worried it’s about Dax. What else would be so urgent?” Doc walked past the window and lifted one of the slats in the blinds. Dallas was across the room, but she could see his jaw tighten. Something akin to panic was in his eyes when he looked at her. “Stay here,” he said, zipping up his pants. “Stay away from the window, Dallas, okay?”
“Why? What is it?”
“Please, baby, just do what I’m asking you to do, okay?” She nodded, slowly. “You promise, baby? Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
As soon as he was gone, Dallas pulled on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. She looked over at the window. She could hear voices outside, but she couldn’t make any words out. It was only when she realized one of the voices, the loudest one, was female, that she went over to the window. She pulled back the blinds and saw what she’d lived in fear of seeing for a big part of the past eleven years. Abril was in their front yard. Tank was there, and Badger. Tank had his big arms wrapped around her from behind and she was fighting him like a tiger. Badger looked unsure of what to do…and Doc…he was looking toward the window, at Dallas. Dallas slid it open, just about an inch. Doc looked panic-stricken. It was a look that she’d never seen on his face, even when she walked in while he was fucking the other woman. “Get her out of here,” he said to Tank and Badger. Badger went in to grab her feet and that’s when Abril’s movements to fight him twisted her in the direction of where Dallas was watching. The dark-skinned woman looked like a maniac. Her hair was wild and hanging down in her face. Her shirt was pulled up under her breasts from Tank’s holding her. Her jeans had a hole in each knee and she was barefoot. But it was her eyes that really frightened Dallas. Dallas was looking at her through the window from at least six feet away, but she could see how big the other woman’s pupils were. They were so large that her eyes looked black. Dallas almost moved back, out of their line of fire, when suddenly Abril smiled and said:
“Tell your boy he’s going to have a little brother.” Dallas felt a wave of nausea so strong that it nearly brought her to her knees. She had to reach out and put one hand on the wall to keep upright.
“Say one more word…” Doc spat at her. Abril, still smiling and still looking like a lunatic, said:
“You’ll do what? You going to kill the woman that’s carrying your child?” Dallas had been frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak…until she saw Doc raise his right hand.
“Doc! Don’t!” He froze, but Dallas could see how tight his muscles were. He knew that woman was pregnant. He had already known. He made love to Dallas, knowing Abril was carrying his baby, and he hadn’t planned on telling her. Suddenly Dallas had to run into the bathroom and vomit. She was on her knees in front of the toilet when Doc came back inside. She felt him fill the doorway. She felt him looking at her. She choked back a lump of bile that had risen in her throat and said, “You were going to hit her.”
She heard him move and she turned her head to look at him. He had pressed his back into the wall, and he slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest. He put his forehead down on his knees and without looking at her he said, “Is there anything I can do to fix this?”
“You were going to hit that woman, in the face!” Doc brought his head up, looked her in the eye, and said:
“Yes.”
“Is she really pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Is it yours?”
“It very well could be.” That was when Dallas lost her battle with what was rolling around in her stomach. She turned back toward the toilet and vomited. She heard Doc move again and without turning to look at him she said:
“You don’t want to touch me right now.”
“Dallas,” he whispered. “Tell me how to fix this.”
She had to finish emptying her stomach before she could speak. She lifted her t-shirt and wiped her mouth and then she said, “There are some things that are beyond even the great and powerful Doc Marshall’s repair.”
34
“I’m not going to New Jersey.” Dax stood on the front porch of the house, arms folded and a defiant look in his eyes. Dallas was in the doorway, and Doc was in the yard, behind him. It had been two weeks since Abril snuck onto the ranch and caused Dallas’s world to finally crash down around her. She had talked to an attorney, opened her own checking account, and contacted a w
oman in New Jersey that had been involved in helping her design the underground tunnels on the ranch. The woman’s name was Sandy and she had offered Dallas a job more than once. Dallas hadn’t needed a job before, but she did now. She had to finally admit to herself that sometimes loving someone is not enough. Loving Doc had been toxic to her soul, and she desperately needed a cleanse. But she wasn’t going without her son. Dax had that look he got in his eyes sometimes, like a caged animal who was about to find an opening in the gates and run. He was only ten years old, but he was so smart. Her greatest fear was that one of these days he would go…and she’d never see him again. She was torn between that delicate balance of being the parent and desperately not wanting her child to hate her. In a calm voice she said:
“You’ll be able to visit your dad often, Dax, it’s not that far.”
“I’m not going.” His tone was matter-of-fact. He wasn’t raising his voice. He reminded her so much of his father…and sometimes that terrified her.
Dallas looked at Doc, hoping for some help. She had her two days of crying and listening to his pointless apologies. Then for the rest of the past two weeks, things were mostly just silent between them. He spent a lot of time at the club, and she was busy…getting ready to leave him. He had surprised her about that. He didn’t blow up when she told him. He didn’t threaten her or say she couldn’t take Dax. He actually admitted that she had every right to want to go, and he seemed sincere. When she finally finished making the arrangements, they sat down together, and she told him what she wanted. She wanted Dax to live with her, but any weekend and school vacation that Doc wanted to see him, he could. Doc had listened to her, quietly, and once again she braced herself for the storm that didn’t come. He only looked sad as he said:
