Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (9 page)

“Oh, uh okay. Well, if you need anything, I’m
here,” I muttered into the phone, not sure how else to respond to
that
.

“Thanks hun, but I’m fine. I swear. It was a
bunch of pussies that snagged me and I knew they wouldn’t cut my
heart out with a spoon. They seemed pretty anxious to get rid of
me. I was pissed.” Wow. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Maybe we can
lay out again.” That sounded wonderful, although I wasn’t sure if I
was allowed to leave the house. “Sounds good. I’ll check with Luke
and make sure that’s okay.” There was a long pause on the other end
of the line.

“Who are you and what have you done with my
Dallas?”

I smiled at her words. I knew she was only
joking, but I could hear the approval in her voice. I needed to get
off the phone. I was digging too deep into the whole “my Dallas”
comment.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said and
disconnected.

I could feel eyes on me and I turned to see
Luke standing in the doorway. His shirt was off and his hands were
shoved deep into his jean pockets. I didn’t care if he made me
crawl around on all fours and wear a ball gag, there was no way I
was going to do anything that would jeopardize me seeing him every
day of my life. I wasn’t sure where to go from here. I needed to
apologize, but I wasn’t sure what for. If Luke would have told me
the extent of the situation before he left, he would have scared me
enough to keep me indoors. Instead, he just said, “stay inside.” I
then realized that he didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to
scare me. He knew if he told me what happened and then left, there
was no telling what I would have done. The thought made me want to
go to him, but I was not very good at rejection. What if he didn’t
want me anymore? I mean, Luke could have any woman he wanted. One
who wouldn’t bitch at him, or not do what he asked. If I wanted to
keep Luke, I needed to change me-or not change me, but uncover the
part of me that I knew still existed, but was buried deep
inside.

He stared at me across the room, his face
completely unreadable. It was me who had gotten us into this
situation, and it was me who was going to have to take the first
step. I started towards him, and I half expected him to move, or
hold his hand out to me to stop me. He did none of these things. I
tried to search his eyes for some sort of sign, but he gave nothing
away. He would make an excellent poker player. When I was only
inches from him, I stopped. I could smell his delicious scent and
it was so intoxicating that I had to remind myself that I walked
over here to tell him something, not to jump his bones.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the way I acted
and I’m sorry about what happened to Red and I’m sorry that I
disappointed you. I’ll try to do better,” I paused, having to take
another deep breath just to finish. This was harder than I
imagined, yet easier than I deserved. “I just don’t want you to
leave.” I meant it to come out stronger, but instead it was barely
a whisper.

Luke’s face never faltered. He didn’t sweep
me off my feet and tell me how beautiful I was and how much he
loved me. He didn’t give me his signature smirk or smile at me with
those beautiful lips. I was starting to get a little panicky, when
he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed mine, then leaned
in and kissed my forehead.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said, pulling his
lips from my head and looking at me as if he were searching for
something in my eyes. If I had to guess, it was honesty and
sincerity that he was looking for. Good thing I meant what I
said.

He led us into the bathroom and began
undressing. I watched in fascination as his most intimate parts
were revealed to me. Not only was Luke’s cock huge, it was
beautiful. It was thick and tan, just like the rest of him and I
wondered if Luke went to the tanning bed. The head of it, slightly
smaller than his shaft, had felt so good when he placed it between
my legs-rubbing slow circles on my clit with my own juices, while
he talked so possessively to me. I was soaking wet between my
thighs and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but restrained
myself. I still wasn’t sure of his reaction to my behavior from
earlier. I had a small sense that Luke was still trying to hold
back his temper, although he gave nothing away.

I was still staring at his large cock that
was beginning to harden, when he touched my shoulder. I jumped at
his touch as my eyes found his face. I was breathing heavy now, and
I knew that he noticed it. He disrobed me, without letting his skin
touch mine, which was probably the best thing he could have done
for me. I was afraid that if he did, I would come on contact. Once
I was completely naked in front of him, he took in the sight of me
and it was his turn to swallow hard. I wanted to be smug, but
stopped myself. This was not the time, especially considering that
I was trying to redeem myself. His eyes and face still gave nothing
away; only the hardening of his cock and the movement of his Adam’s
apple let me know that I was having an effect on him.

I started to step around him and into the
shower, but he grabbed my hand, then pulled it to his mouth and
kissed it. His left hand came up to the side of my neck, as he
directed my body to stand in front of his. There was only an inch
of space between us. I could feel his hard cock up against my
stomach and it made me shiver. He kissed me sweetly, slowly working
his tongue with mine and I melted into him. When I raised my arms
to wrap around his neck, he pulled away. I couldn’t help the frown
that crossed my face or the disappointed look. He kissed my bottom
lip, still with a firm hand on the side of my neck, ultimately
controlling my heads movement.

“You will thank me for this,” he said against
my lips. His voice was low and clear, but I didn’t understand what
he meant by the words. Thank him for what? He saw the confusion on
my face, but didn’t answer my obvious question. Instead, his eyes
became more intense and he stood straighter, squaring his
shoulders.

“Get in the shower, Dallas.” Oh shit. I knew
that voice. It was the voice of Mr. I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out Luke.
I wanted to jump up and down and clap my hands, but instead I
ducked around him and into the shower to hide my smile.

So, maybe I didn’t know Luke as well as I
thought I did. When I got into the shower, I stood there for what
couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds waiting on him.
Thinking of what he was going to do to me. I envisioned him lifting
me up against the wall and pounding me until I begged for him to
stop. I remembered my “punishment fuck” that I received from Luke
only weeks ago and how I had wanted it again ever since.

While I was lost in the thought of Luke
fucking me hard and bringing me to the brink of an orgasmic death,
he spoke to me from outside the shower, “I’m going to take a shower
in the guest bath, then make some calls. I’ll be to bed in a little
while. Get some sleep. We have some shit to do tomorrow.”

What the fuck? Was he serious? I peeked out
from behind the shower curtain to see that he was no longer in the
bathroom. I wanted to stomp to the guest bath and demand that he
shower with me, but of course I didn’t. I turned on the water and
showered, wanting to cry from my sexual frustration, and then
remembered that he said that I would thank him for this. Maybe he
thought I needed a little more time alone. He couldn’t have been
more wrong. I washed myself, rougher than usual, taking my
frustration out on my soft skin that was over sensitized. I was
sure that steam was coming from my nostrils, but I had to keep
myself in check. If I couldn’t prove to Luke that I could handle
something as simple as a shower alone, than why would he believe me
when I told him I could handle the MC life?

After my shower, I dried off, again a little
too roughly and huffed my way to the closet to find my sexiest
lingerie. I chose a white, satin cami with lace that covered the
tops of my breasts, yet still left plenty for view and had a lace
trim that went around the bottom that stopped at the top of my
thighs. It was short enough that if I raised arms just a little,
you could see the cheeks of my ass. Considering this, I chose a
pair of white, lace boy shorts that the bottom of my ass hung out
of. I towel dried my hair, and dabbed a small amount of perfume
just behind my ears. The shower was no longer running in the guest
bedroom. I wanted to search the house for Luke, but he told me to
go to bed, and since I was tired anyway-at least that’s what I told
myself-that’s exactly what I did.

I don’t know if it was the removal of the
covers from around me or Luke’s muffled “damn” that woke me, but
when I opened my eyes he was standing beside the bed looking down
at me. I was on my stomach, my head turned towards him with my arms
under my pillow. My left leg was bent and my right straight,
causing my legs to be gaped open. The slinky nightie that I wore
had ridden up my back, giving Luke a full view of my ass and the
scrap of panties that barely covered it.

“You went to bed.” This was not a question,
but a realization that I had done exactly what he asked. I nodded
my head at him, afraid to speak or even move. I don’t know what I
was afraid of. Saying the wrong thing? The last thing I wanted was
for him to deprive me of his huge cock that bulged from his tight,
boxer briefs.

“Sit up, Dallas,” he said to me, his voice
feral and full of need. I rose to my knees, rubbing my eyes trying
to wake myself up. “You are so beautiful. Especially like this;
sleepy and obedient, yet stubborn and defiant. You knew when you
put that on that I couldn’t resist you.”

I looked over at him. I knew my eyes were
full of need and my body most definitely was. My nipples had
hardened from just looking at him and I could feel the dampness
between my thighs. Luke moved behind me in the bed, placed one hand
on my hip then gently pushed me between my shoulder blades, urging
me down with the other. My face was turned sideways on the pillow,
once again, but my ass was in the air and at his mercy. I could
feel the excitement building inside of me, mixed with a little
nervousness and anxiety.

“You have the most beautiful ass, baby,” Luke
said as he leaned down over me, pressing his lips to the small of
my back and sliding his hands under my panties and over the cheeks
of my ass. He moved his hands, taking my panties with him and
pulled them down my legs, kissing the backs of my thighs as he
went. My body was shuddering with excitement and the feel of his
lips on my tender skin. His hands ran up my legs; over my calves
and thighs to my ass, then up my back until they fisted in my hair.
I could feel his long, hard length pressed up against me and I
pushed back, anxious for him to be inside me.

“You want this, baby?” He was back to the
endearments and it thrilled me.

“Yes,” I breathed, trying to sit up so I
could put my hands on him. I needed to feel him. I wanted to runs
my hands over his muscles and put my lips all over his body. The
need was so intense that I actually whimpered. Luke kept a firm
hold on my hair, not letting me move.

“Oh, no baby. You are going to lay there and
take everything I give you.” His voice was like silk, sliding over
me. “Stay where you are and don’t move. I love looking at you in
this position.”

It was almost embarrassing to me, my ass in
the air baring it all for him to see, but Luke had a way of making
me feel sexy and wanted and the thought of him enjoying looking at
me like this was so overwhelming, that I shivered with excitement.
Luke’s hands left my hair and he trailed one finger down my spine
to that forbidden place that made me tense, the minute he touched
it. He trailed further down, sinking two fingers into my
wetness.

“Fuck, baby. You are so wet.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure he
was wearing that dark look I loved so much, with his lips slightly
parted. He moved his fingers back up, spreading the dampness from
between my legs. I tensed as he put pressure
there
and he
immediately stopped.

“Relax, babe. I ain’t gonna hurt you. I told
you, you would thank me for this.” I stilled completely at his
words. Oh, no. No way was that huge cock of his getting anywhere
near my ass.

“No, Luke. I-I can’t,” I stuttered, trying to
sit up. Luke placed his hand between my shoulder blades to keep me
down.

“Hush, Dallas. Trust me,” He said soothingly.
Of course I trusted him, but it didn’t make it any easier. He
positioned himself against the center of me that was now throbbing
for attention. He entered me in one swift motion and the air was
taken from my lungs.

“Ah!” I said loudly. Shit, that was deep.

“Shut up.”

At Luke’s words, I felt myself tighten around
him and my body heated. I loved it when he talked to me like that,
but two could play at that game. If I couldn’t talk, the muscles in
my soaking wet core that he was buried in, most definitely would. I
heard him suck air between his teeth as he pulled out slowly, then
slammed into me again. It was too much and not enough. He was
killing me, yet I never felt more alive than when he was in me.
Luke began to fuck me slowly, placing his hands on my ass and
spreading me open. It felt so good as he pounded into me over and
over, talking to me in that silky, bedroom voice of his. I felt the
familiar rush of ecstasy as began to fuck me harder, pushing me
over the edge, but never slowing, even after my body seemed to sink
further into the mattress. Luke’s fingers once again found the spot
he so desired, and without hesitation, slipped his finger through
the tight barrier, while still milking my orgasm from me by sliding
his thickness in and out of my drenched pussy.

“Baby, you feel so good. I love how sweet you
smell. Tell me whose pussy this is, Dallas.” He demanded, working
his finger and his cock faster, in and out of me. The sensation was
so much that I didn’t have the energy to answer him. Instead, I
came. I felt the muscles in both places, constricting as he drove
in and out of me. His finger left me, and the feeling was more
foreign without him there than it was when he was inside me. He
gripped my hips, driving into me mercilessly, and I thought, in
that moment, that if he didn’t stop, I would die. I had no control
over my body. Luke was holding my hips with his tireless arms.
Every muscle I had was like jelly and just breathing was a chore.
Luke took full advantage of my relaxed state as he slammed me back
onto him over and over and over. This was definitely a punishment
fuck and I wasn’t gonna make it. I was quite sure that he knew that
too and that was exactly why he was doing it.