His Resolution

by Wyatt, Dani

  The waves lull me into slumber, my cock still hard as I snuggle it into my sweet Songbird’s rear end, grinding slowly and smoothly against her until once again I cum, bringing me just enough relief that sleep takes me.

  Chapter Ten

  Doralee

  THE MORNING SUN STREAMS through the bedroom and the familiar ache between my legs seems to never cease. We were out on Damon’s boat until after two AM, making love and laughing until our sides hurt.

  We talked about so many things. I asked about his family, wishing I could meet them but both his parents are gone. They had him late in life, a surprise baby they thought would never happen.

  They sounded wonderful. His life was so unlike mine. Growing up in Detroit, his parents both auto workers, playing football as the poor scholarship kid at a private high school.

  He said it never bothered him. His parents raised him well, taught him what mattered, that hard work outweighed talent and treating people fairly would get you farther than being a cheat.

  He asked me lots of questions too, and I answered the best I could. I’m not used to anyone being all that interested in me, and to be honest, I was far more interested in learning about him than telling him about myself.

  Now, laying here, I’m looking out at Damon standing on the terrace, coffee cup in hand, utterly naked. I drink in his body in awe, not only of his size but the cut of each muscle and the dominant stance he always seems to have, as though he’s the warrior standing between me and the rest of the world.

  The last two days have been bliss. It’s New Year’s Eve, and Damon said he’s got it all planned, and no amount of my pestering and questions have loosened up any information from him. He even has a helicopter, which flew in yesterday to take us to Grand Cayman for a day of shopping and fun. I was a bit scared we would overload the helicopter on the way home with all the clothes and shoes and everything Damon insisted on buying so that I would have anything and everything I need at the house.

  I’ve been scared to ask how long we will stay here, not wanting the dream to end, but deep down there’s a gnawing in my gut that reminds me we both have lives to get back to. Damon has his business back in New York, and for me...Paris.

  I’m comforted that my father and Melany are traveling. They never did check in with me much when they were gone, so I guess it doesn’t much matter that I don’t have any phone signal here.

  “Hello, sleepy head.”

  “Hi.”

  He strides into the bedroom, his thick cock half-hard, hanging down his leg, and I’m still amazed I’m able to take that monster inside of me.

  “You’re looking better every day. You feel good?”

  I nod, sitting up in the bed as he leans down and kisses me softly. “Right as rain.”

  It’s true. I didn’t realize just how bad I felt over the last few years with the medications Melany had me on. Damon’s doctor has visited every day, making sure I’m weaning safely off of everything, and has had me on some supplements and raw organic juices that seem to have flushed a lot of the residual effects out of my system.

  And I’m sure the sun and fresh salt air, near constant orgasms and feeling completely safe and loved are helping as well.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” His voice is deep as he sets his coffee mug on the nightstand with one hand, and with the other he pulls the sheet from my naked body, taking in the view as I watch his cock harden. “I have a few things to get from the island, but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

  “Can I come with you?”

  “Not this time, some things I need to do on my own.” He shakes his head as he drinks me in, his cock quickly at full length and girth, and I can’t help but stare. “You like what you see?” He asks.

  I nod, my nipples tingling as wetness already gathers between my legs.

  Without another word, his hands are around my waist and he’s lifting me up and onto all fours on the bed, pushing my head down into the mattress as the now-familiar growl comes from behind me.

  “Show me what’s mine. What was created for me and my pleasure.” That voice he uses turns my brain to mush and I look in the mirror across from the bed to find him staring at me.

  Admiring me.

  “Masterpiece.” He mutters as I see him reach down and start to stroke his hard cock, and I love that I do this to him.

  He steps forward, slipping a finger up and down, making me shiver, sucking in a breath on a moan.

  “Always so wet for me. Ready for me. Just another of a million things I love about you, Songbird.”

  “You do that to me. No one ever has made me feel like you do.”

  “And no one else ever will.” He growls as he grabs my ass.

  He pulls me apart as I push back, his mouth covering my sex, driving his tongue deep into my opening, making me shudder and come instantly.

  That doesn’t stop him. He licks and sucks, pressing two fingers into my opening until I’m yelping and screaming in tongues. When we are like this, there is no outside world.

  No worries.

  Nothing but us, our lust and our love.

  I gasp and whimper when his mouth leaves my soaking heat, then it’s teeth and jaws as white sparks fill my vision, the pain spreading outward from where his mouth pinches the flesh of my ass.

  He adds another finger, curling all three just right, pounding faster and faster until I’m screaming, my wordless shrieks so loud I’m sure if the staff didn’t know what was going on they would think I was being murdered.

  I rock back into his fingers until the tightness explodes inside of me and the bliss courses through my veins, and I’m a shaking, soaking mess.

  Each breath burns my lungs as I pant, straining to open my eyes and see Damon standing behind me, smiling.

  “Is that all?” I whisper, grinning at him in the mirror, and he shakes his head as he steps forward, the head of that thick, mesmerizing cock lining up with my opening.

  “You know what you get when you tease?”

  “A teddy bear? A lollipop?”

  I yelp when his answer is one hard thrust, driving every inch into me without mercy, together with a hard smack on my rear end.

  His grunts and my moans drift out the open terrace doors until we are both tipping over the edge.

  My pussy spasms, locking down and milking his cock, and when I feel the hot spurts of his seed filling me up I come undone. It seems like an eternity, his fingers digging into my hips, and I know there will be fresh purple marks there tomorrow which I will wear with pride.

  I belong to this man and I want the world to know it. He leans down and kisses my shoulders before retreating and leaving me a slick, mindless mess, laying like a crime scene in the center of the bed.

  “Turn around.” He orders and I know what’s next.

  I spin around and crawl to the edge of the bed where he’s holding his cock down and my mouth is already watering.

  “Clean me up. I want you to lick all that sweet pussy juice and my cum off my cock.”

  I do as he asks, moaning as the savory flavors fill my mouth, licking and sucking his shaft, his balls, until he runs a hand down my hair, muttering, “Good girl. You can rest now. I won’t be long.” I fall into a dramatic lump on the bed with a long groan as he’s walking over to where his jeans and white shirt hang on the back of a chair and slips them on. “You gonna live?”

  “Remains to be seen.”

  “Well, if you need anything while I’m gone, just let Stella know.”

  I nod then pout, zipping the little heart back and forth on the chain around my neck as he slips his shoes on and runs his fingers through his hair.

  “I want to go with you.”

  “I told you. Not this time. I have some surprises and if you come with me, New Year’s Eve will be ruined. So quit pouting. I’ll be back in a few hours. Be good. Drink your water.” He nods toward the glass on the nightstand, steps back to the bed, gives me a soft kiss, then retreats out the b
edroom door.

  A few minutes later, I hear the engine on the speed boat start up, and I know that he’s gone.

  Half an hour later, I’m still blissful and hazy from the sex and the general euphoria of the turn my life has taken when I slip on a white bikini and make my way downstairs, thinking I’ll take a dip in the pool then maybe a nap in the hammock.

  The sun is warm as I slip down into the water, listening to the ocean and thinking of how happy I’ll be when we can get my fur-babies with us and finally settle down. I’m anxious about eventually having the conversation with my father and Melany, but Damon has assured me we will do it together. And with him by my side, and my dogs safely with me, there’s not much else that matters.

  I swim for a while, then dry off and swing in the hammock until my eyelids get droopy and the breeze lulls me to sleep.

  When I wake up, the sun is a bit lower in the sky and I’m sure Damon should be back soon, so I head across the patio and the walkway for the open doors into the house.

  “Hello, miss.” Stella is in the kitchen as I enter and she’s tapping on a laptop.

  “Hi.”

  “Anything I can get for you?”

  I shake my head as she finishes whatever she was doing on the computer and steps back to where she’s chopping up fresh fruit and vegetables, no doubt for one of my prescribed juice drinks.

  I pause when I get to the laptop and see the Google page is open.

  Stella is whistling as she gathers the fruit and veggies into a bowl, then puts them in the refrigerator as she turns back to me.

  “Okay. I going to be cleaning your bedroom and bathroom now if you are both out. That okay?”

  “Sure. That’s fine. Thank you, Stella.”

  “Yes, miss. Just call if you need anything.”

  With that, she’s out of the kitchen heading for the stairs, and on a deep breath I look at the computer and my curiosity gets the better of me.

  Chapter Eleven

  Damon

  “GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK, sir.” Anthony grins in genuine friendship. I’ve known him for years, just like I’ve known all the staff here at Dove’s Point. He takes care of the grounds and the boats, but there have been times when we’ve relaxed together too.

  “Good to be back.”

  I hand him the bags from the boat, and he carries them over to the boathouse as I tighten up the mooring lines and turn off the idling engine. I’m a bit anxious, my trip took longer than expected and there’s not a lot of time to get ready for tonight.

  “Anthony...” I call as I look down at the instrument panel, annoyed at myself. “Tomorrow can you call the marina and have them send over the fuel boat? I was in a hurry. I forgot to fill up before I left and the boat’s on empty.”

  I’m fucking nervous and excited for tonight, and in my haste to get back here to Doralee, I must have forgotten to check the fuel gauge when I left the marina.

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll call them now. It’s New Year’s Day tomorrow, they may not come...”

  “Just pay them whatever is necessary. I don’t like the boat sitting here low on fuel just in case.” I hand the keys to Anthony, who places them in the key box on the wall of the boathouse.

  “Will do.”

  I step onto the dock and my phone buzzes. When I look down, the excited tightness in my gut twists.

  It’s the Captain of my new sixty-foot Sunseeker, confirming they’re all set and will be on their way in a couple hours. It’s part of the surprise—not just the yacht, but what I’m going to do with Doralee when we get out to sea at the stroke of mid-night.

  I have a full staff ready. A chef, wait staff, the Captain, attendants. They are in the process of decorating The Doralee right now; there’s about ten thousand twinkling white lights, a round sparkling ball that will fall exactly at midnight and confetti bombs set to blow right at the stroke of twelve.

  That’s not all I have planned, but it’s what I have under control at the moment and now I just need to get to Doralee, get us dressed and ready before the boat gets here.

  I settle with Anthony a few more instructions for the packages and the plans for the evening, before heading to the house, my dick already hard knowing I’m going to be close to my precious Doralee again.

  It’s only been a few hours, but it feels like weeks. This girl has me turned upside down, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  But as I slip in through the back door, I find Stella standing there with tears in her eyes.

  My nerves are on edge in an instant. “What’s wrong, Stella?”

  Her lips are tight, then she answers. “I’m sorry, Mr. Damon. I don’t know what happened. I came in, Miss Doralee was on the computer there.” Stella nods toward the laptop I keep in the kitchen for the staff to use. “She was crying. When I try to ask what’s wrong, she just ran upstairs.”

  I step over to the laptop and click on the open tabs. When I see an email open, I click then scroll down and chills race down my spine.

  Clicking back, I read some of the other emails, and a mixture of black dread and red fury clouds my vision.

  There’s ten emails. The first is from her friend in L.A., January, worried about her, and I’m a fucking idiot because that oversight has undone everything. I was so focused on controlling everything about our life here that I forgot to take care of the life Doralee had before. I should have made sure January was aware of what was going on, because she’s like a dog with a bone. Next morning, she sent another email, telling Doralee she was supposed to call her when she landed in Paris. She called her father, worried.

  The rest are from her father and Melany.

  As I read them, my fury grows. Before I even get to the last word, I’m on my feet, turning and punching the wall above the computer, making Stella yelp from behind.

  I grind my teeth together until my jaw pops. I knew taking Doralee wasn’t the way most would have done things, but I needed to be sure she was away from everything. Not only her father and Melany, but the agency too. I knew they would pimp her out like the newest virgin flavor of the week.

  I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just needed her with me. I need to control everything.

  Her father called the agency when she didn’t show, and from there I knew a shit storm would start, but I didn’t think there was anything they could do that would truly hurt Doralee.

  I didn’t care that her money might be cut off, or that they would be mad. I have ten times more than we can spend in our lifetimes anyway. I thought I had everything covered, that all the angles were closed off.

  Wrong.

  Because what I didn’t know—what I should have checked but never thought to ask—is that the real collateral was always her two dogs. That fucking bitch Melany was holding their lives over Doralee’s head.

  Who fucking does that? And why did she want Doralee to go to Paris so bad?

  The last email, sent this morning, had no hint of concern for her safety, just irritation that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. It says the dogs will be put down today if Doralee fails to get in contact with them.

  Fuck my constant need to control everything. I’ve made a fucking mess, and I just hope I’m not too late to make it right.

  I need to get to Doralee and explain, but first I make a phone call to Margaret, outlining what I need her to do. I try to apologize about being that boss on New Year’s Eve, but as per her usual she takes to the task I lay out like a pit-bull, knowing there will more than likely be a sizeable bonus in her bank account by morning.

  Which there will. Because if there’s one thing I always do, it’s reward loyalty.

  “Fuck.” I grunt, turning toward the kitchen door and steeling myself for what I’m about to find upstairs. I have some explaining to do and I’m not relishing it.

  Before I can get out of the kitchen, I see a flash of white, dark hair streaming behind running out the front door, slamming it hard behind.

  What the fuck.

  I race to the door
, swinging it wide, and see Doralee in a white sundress, half marching, half jogging down the front path toward the gate that surrounds the property separating it from the dirt road that leads to the other villas.

  “Doralee!”

  She spins around, still running half sideways away from me in bare feet.

  “Leave me alone!” Her eyes are red and the low sun shines on her wet cheeks, her tears ripping a hole in my heart.

  “No.” I bark back, already at a dead run toward her. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

  She stops running as I get close and turns, squaring her shoulders, and to my surprise comes toward me with a fury, fists clenched at her sides, the tears in her eyes more like hard-edged crystal than water.

  She gets right up to me, her face only coming to my chest, glaring up at me, and jabs a finger into my sternum. “You’re a liar, just like all of them. I’m tired of being everyone’s pawn in whatever games they are playing. I thought you were different.” The anger in her voice shreds my heart. “You’re just another version of the same.”

  “No.” I shake my head, grabbing her hand, but she jerks away from my grip. “I’m not like them! I couldn’t wait, Doralee. If you had gone to Paris...I just know how things work. There was no way I could let you go there alone. From that first moment I saw you, I loved you. I needed you.”

  “Didn’t consider that I could make decisions by myself? Didn’t think maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have all the relevant information?” She turns around, doubling over and screaming, her hands at the side of her head. Then she spins back around with a look in her eyes that nearly puts me to my knees. “The only things I love in this world are gone because of you! I’ll never, ever see them again and I’ll never, ever forget that you did this!”

  “I didn’t know. Doralee, wait, I’m trying...”

  “Let me go!” She starts walking backwards again. “If you don’t, I’m just trading one prison for another. Is that what you want?”