DUMPED! (2nd Edition)(bwwm/bdsm) (Letta Storm)

by Dee Dawning

  "I know and I'm here to talk about that too. Here, at least look at it. It's that ring you always admired at Diamond Palace."

  Like a curious cat, I took the box and peeked inside. It was the ten thousand dollar ring I had adored. The one I could never bring myself to buy, even when we could afford it. I handed it back. "It's very nice, and thank you for the thought, but my attorney would have a cow if I accepted this from you."

  He took the ring and stuck it back in his pocket. "All right, but I still want to talk with you. May I come in?"

  I pursed my lips and stepped aside. "I guess."

  He stepped in and sniffed the air. "Mmm. Something smells good. Are you having someone over for dinner?"

  I worried as a flush of heat passed through me. I may be dark skinned, but I'm light enough for a blush to show.

  Lamar's face contorted. "Are you?"

  "I wish. I'm cooking a pork roast that will go bad if I don't cook it. Which reminds me, I'd better turn everything down so it doesn't burn. Have a seat, I'll be right back."

  I hustled into the kitchen and turned down the oven and the burner under the boiling potatoes and corn.

  Lamar sat in the middle of the couch when I returned, so I sat in the occasional chair, my knees modestly twinned. "What did you want to talk about?"

  He shifted in the seat and glanced around the room.

  I'm sure my stare didn't help.

  "I don't suppose you have anything to drink."

  "I have some leftover wine from last night, when Cami brought Chinese take-out over."

  "That sounds good. May I have some?"

  I rose. "I have a little red and a half bottle of white left. Which would you prefer?

  "Red."

  I poured a glass of red for the snake and a glass of white for myself. After handing the red to him, I returned to the chair. I glared at him, wishing he'd get on with it. "You were about to say?"

  "Yes, I wanted to tell you there were some errors on the document we gave you Friday and I will have Daniel prepare a revised document in the morning."

  I boiled inside. My expression was neutral, but I pinned him with my stare. "Oh, such as?"

  He fidgeted again. "I don't suppose I could talk you into sharing that roast with me?"

  I flared my nostrils and glared at him, icily. The nerve of this man. He just kicked me out last week and unilaterally filed for divorce. "No! N O!"

  He broke our locked gazes. "Yes, well, I'm afraid I deserve the low opinion you have of me, but I hope you'll see it differently when you realize this is better for both of us. Our marriage was stagnant and going nowhere."

  Was it now?

  "Now, we will both have an opportunity for happiness, which we wouldn't have, had we remained married."

  I changed the subject. "Please state what you want and leave. I'm sure your girlfriend is waiting for you."

  That rattled him. He finished his wine in one gulp and looked at me. "As you wish. Somehow, a zero got lost on the settlement papers. The total amount should have read two point five million."

  What a snake. The bastard not only dissed me, he thinks I'm gullible "That's certainly an improvement. I'll pass it on to my attorney."

  "There's more."

  I uncrossed my legs and straightened up, interested in what he had to say.

  "If you sign the settlement agreement by the end of the week, I'll raise the alimony to a thousand a week to be adjusted should you find employment."

  I wondered what incentive I had to seek employment when I had fifty-two grand a year, in hand for doing nothing.

  "Obviously, that's a disincentive for working, so if you decide to work, and I have a good job lined up for you, you'd still get the original two grand a month."

  "What's the job?"

  He waved his hands. "It's for a CRNA, for which you are eminently qualified, at the Ramos Clinic in Santa Monica."

  I whistled. "Should be good pay."

  He nodded. "At least a hundred grand."

  I leaned back in the chair again and crossed my legs. "I'll see what my attorney thinks."

  Lamar tried to carry on a conversation, but gave up five minutes later. He left at half past seven.

  I was pleased. A single phone call from Letta to Daniel had grossed me two and a quarter million dollars more and twenty-six thousand a year more in alimony.

  I rushed into the kitchen. Thankfully nothing had burned.

  I picked up the phone to call Danny, when the doorbell rung. On the way to the door, I noticed the ring box on the coffee table where Lamar had sat.

  Lamar must've come back for the ring. I picked up the ring and continued to the door. I was surprised to find two dozen red and white roses inches from my face. In self-defense, I grabbed them and sure 'nuf, Danny's smiling face lurked behind the mass of blooms and leaves. He stepped in and gave me one of those 'I wanna take you in the bedroom and ravish you kisses that make your pulse race and curl your toes.

  After my breath normalized, I looked the flowers over. "Thank you baby. They're beautiful."

  He handed me a bottle of red wine. "Here this is for you, too."

  He surveyed the room. "He's not coming back is he?"

  I shrugged. "He could." I raised the ring box and lifted the cover.

  His eyes widened. "Wow, that's gorgeous. What'd it set him back?"

  "Two boob jobs. Let's go into the kitchen so I can put these flowers in a vase."

  I opened a cupboard door and pointed to the top shelf. "Can you reach up there and grab that vase for me?"

  He pulled the vase down and handed it to me. "Do you think you should call him and make sure he won't come back for it?"

  I shook my head. "Unless you parked where he'd see your car, I wouldn't worry about it. If he came back, you could hide in my bedroom and believe me there's no way he's ever getting in my bedroom again." I smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. "On the other hand, you better never let me tie you up in there, because I might keep you as my love slave and never let you go."

  Easing up even closer, he wrapped an arm around my waist. Then he peppered my chest, neck and ear with moist kisses, and every part of my body that hadn't lit up with his initial kiss, now hummed with need.

  We both knew and wanted what he was there for. "I love your kisses, baby, but we need to eat right now and I have some things to discuss with you as well."

  His bottom lip stuck out. "I'll behave if you give me what I want."

  I snickered. "You will, I promise. Why don't you set the table and open the wine."

  He saluted and said, "At your service," before grabbing a handful of silverware and disappearing into the dining room."

  When I joined Danny at the table, I sat around the corner from him. He raised his wine glass and proposed a toast. "To love. May it grow and flourish"

  We clinked glasses and said, "To love."

  Not to be outdone, I proposed a toast of my own. "To sex. May it bind us together like handcuffs to a headboard."

  We clinked glasses and said, "To sex."

  "Hmm." He raised a solo eyebrow. "That's the second time you've mentioned bondage. Is that a secret fantasy of yours?"

  "Maybe." I shrugged. "I never thought about it before."

  The smile on his face was sinful. "Would you like to try it?"

  "On who?"

  "Each of us."

  A shiver crawled down my spine. "All right. After dinner."

  The meat was dry, but since I made gravy, it was edible. Everything else was good and Danny, raved about my cooking. I tried to talk about what Letta and asshole had said, but visions of Danny dining on and making love to me, kept burrowing into my train of thought.

  I started a couple times, and after a word or two, took a bite of my meal.

  Finally, Danny said, "You started to say something about Letta?"

  Picturing myself straddling a tied up Danny, balancing as I sat on his face, I tried to answer. "Yes, she sent me an email…"

  He swallow
ed the morsel in his mouth and took a sip of wine. "Yes, Letta sent you an email…?"

  I forced my mind to clear itself of the sexy images. "She said we shouldn't see each other until I was divorced."

  He nodded. "I'm afraid she's right, we shouldn't. Did she say anything else?"

  "She said she knew we would."

  Danny set his napkin down "Did she happen to make any suggestions?"

  "Ah-huh." I set my napkin on the table and rose. "Why don't I just show you the email."

  He started to get up, but I stopped him. "Just wait here, I'll bring the computer. I should probably respond to her email and tell her what Lamar offered."

  Danny jerked around. "What?"

  "I tell you as I write the email. I'll be right back." I picked up our plates and silverware and set them in the sink. Then I grabbed my laptop and returned to my seat. I booted up the computer and after finding Letta's email, slid the laptop in front of him.

  Danny's brow furrowed. "She says we should see each other no more than once a week until you're divorced. Could you do that?"

  "I wouldn't want to, but if I had to, I could. What about just spending weekends together—at your cabin, San Diego, Santa Barbara and other out of the way places?"

  "Yeah. Out of town makes sense. What were the things Lamar proposed?"

  Lest my bedroom compulsion return, I outlined it quickly. "He said a zero was left off for the total settlement amount. That it should have been two and a half million and—"

  "That's bullshit. He said a quarter of a million and I wrote it down that way."

  "I believe you. Let me finish before you make me come again."

  His confusion was laughable. His brow dipped so low, I could barely see his eyes and his grin was clown-like.

  "I'll explain that later. Let me type my email to Letta and you can read it and if you want me to add anything, I can."

  "Okay, do it."

  Dear Letta,

  I have a lot to tell you. I told Danny what you said about seeing each other no more than once a week. We decided we could do it if we did it over weekends and go out of town so we won't be seen. What do you think?

  Also, Lamar dropped in around seven o'clock and tried to give me a ring. I refused it, but even though I saw him put it in his pocket, it was on my coffee table when he left. He claimed his original settlement offer was supposed to be two point five million and would have it changed. He also said he would give me a thousand a week alimony, but should I find work it would revert to the original two thousand a month, but only if I sign this week.

  Lastly he said he knew of an opening for a CRNA nurse at the Ramos Clinic in Santa Monica. What do you think of that?

  Best wishes, Lila

  I slid the computer over so Danny could read it. "He told you about a job, too?"

  "Ah-huh. What would be a very good job, similar to what I did at our clinic, except I would get paid."

  Danny shook his head and sighed. "Boy, it sure seems like he's after something. Are you going to look into the job?"

  I nodded. "If Letta says it's okay, I will."

  He slid the laptop back in front of me. "Looks okay to me. Go ahead and send it."

  "There it's sent."

  He waggled his eyebrows and leaned into me for a short kiss. "Must be bedtime."

  I nodded.

  "Do you still want to be tied up, while I eat your pussy for dessert?"

  I nodded again, emphatically.

  Chapter Eight – Blindfolded, Bound and Banged

  My hands shook with anticipation, as we stood beside the bed, kissing fondling and slowly undressing each other,. Danny pulled away. "I don't suppose you have cuffs or neckties?"

  "No, but I have scarves." I rushed to my dresser, grabbed the first four scarves I came across and handed them to him.

  With a devious smile, he reached in the drawer and retrieved a fifth scarf.

  I wondered what the fifth scarf was for.

  He chuckled. "To blindfold you."

  "But I like to watch your pretty blonde hair bobbing between my legs."

  "If you've seen it, you can imagine it. Being blindfolded will heighten your other senses. It'll allow you to concentrate on your emotions and the sensations you experience." He swatted me on the butt. "Go over and lay on the bed."

  I swallowed as Danny tied scarf number one around the left post, securing my wrist.

  Is this what I really want?

  It must have been because an ember of desire ignited deep in my womb when he secured my other wrist to the right post. After securing my ankles to the foot of the bed, darkness engulfed me when, making sure my eyes were covered, he wrapped the remaining scarf around my head.

  I jerked when he teasingly flit something soft over one nipple, then the other and finally ever so gently across my lips.

  "You are beautiful. Can you see?"

  I sucked in a deep breath. I trusted Danny with my life, but this was new territory and I bristled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. "No."

  Though I couldn't see, his location and movements were becoming evident to me and an increased sense of touch and hearing made up for a large portion of my loss of vision.

  He lay prone between my legs. His breath warmed more than insides of my thighs. Something, a finger maybe, intruded into my recess, probing, moving in a circular motion, forcing my pulse to jump and flutter. I gasped.

  "You are magnificent. I can't wait to stick my tongue into you and taste your hot pink pussy again."

  Placing his palms alongside my vagina, his thumbs splayed my moist inner-folds.

  "Ooh, you're so wet."

  What he did and said had my heart pounding and even more lubricating juices seeped into my canal. Still I managed a laugh. "I wonder why."

  Without warning, his smooth tongue plunged into my lusty chamber, reaming its walls, and causing me to nearly jump out of my restraints. The touch of his tongue brought my breathing to a standstill, while shudders of desire coursed through my body. "Oh. God," I whimpered, that feels so strong."

  When he pulled away I wanted to grab his beautiful head, but of course, my hands were secured. I sensed his face hovering over my mound, his smoldering gaze working its way up my curves.

  "Did you like that?"

  I nodded. "Uh-huh."

  "Would you like to come like that?"

  I wanted his silky tongue buried deep into my boiling snatch…and more. "I would love it."

  His luscious mouth dipped into the vale between my folds and his smooth tongue glided into my overheated pussy. I moaned from the erotic sensations that spread through my body as he reamed the soft, fleshy walls of my aching pussy. "I love your crème, I'm going to suck it all out of you."

  With his tongue probing deeply into my slick recess, he slurped the abundance of pussy juices. By now, almost paralyzed, a cry of pleasure/pain dangled in my throat as liquid fire pooled in my chamber.

  "Now, I'm going to suck on your cute little love button. Oh my, it has grown." He snickered. I sucked a deep breath as his mouth and tongue edged up to my clit while two fingers slid into my slick recess. With his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet, summery heat, my pussy muscles quivered and clutched, while an achy sweetness spread through me.

  Trembling, I arched my back. I pressed my swollen nub into his lips, hoping to get more of what he offered by pushing just a little harder. Blissful sensations slammed through me. With Danny's lips surrounding and sucking on my clit, I pulled on the restraints to no avail. Violently, my head and body thrashed back and forth as if saying no, while my mouth screamed, "Ah, yes, Baby. Ah, oh, yeah, please don't stop! Yes, oh, yes, that's it!"

  I felt his arms encircle my thighs, with his right hand edging across my hairless pubis to my clit, massaging and tapping it with a digit, sending magical sensations through my body. Meanwhile, as if I could see, I pictured his other hand slide across my abdomen and up my ribs, until his hands cupped my breasts. Alternating between them, he caressed my har
d, sensitive nipples, massaging, plunking, and pinching them as he reamed the walls of my pussy. I gasped, slowly exhaling then my breathing quickened to short gasps. Consumed by Danny's actions, a feeling developed between my thighs—I was on the threshold of a huge orgasm.

  Squirming spastically, I screamed as a tsunami of blissful sensations swept through my body. A kaleidoscope of color rained through my brain. Seeking traction on the headboard, I wrapped my hands around the posts that bound them.

  Danny continued to suck on my clit and ream my channel until the last tremor from the last aftershock passed.

  Turned on? Hell, I was beyond aroused. Craving penetration—Danny's cock—I practically begged, "Are you going to fuck me, now?" but he had other plans for this helpless damsel.

  Instead of answering, he mercilessly, kept me off balance by slithering his way up beside me while keeping his fingers active in and on my nether regions.

  When your lover kisses you or sucks on your nipples, it's a sensual experience. When he does it to you while you're helpless and blindfolded, the same sensations, because they are unexpected and startling, become highly erotic.

  "Ooh Danny. Everything you do is such a turn on."

  Beside me, Danny kissed my nipples, chest, neck and elsewhere, moving about urgently, leaving evaporating patches of moisture to chill and thrill me everywhere.