by GM Scherbert
“What is it, Rosaline? What did you make that sound for? You don’t want to be with me? To be with the father of your child?” Running a hand through my hair, I’m not sure what to say, what might be so displeasing to her. “You don’t want to share your delicious body with the father of your child? Please do let me know what you find so unsettling.”
Considering my eyes, she holds her hand out grabbing up my hand in her own. As her eyes dip only momentarily to our feet, I see the lust in them as they raise to my own.
“No Dominic, of course not. I’m just not sure how this is going to work out, and I don’t want something to happen that one of us might regret in the future. Or something that may fuck up the relationship that you will start having with your daughter.” Hearing her sharp intake of breath, I know that she’s trying to get her thoughts together before going on.
“We haven’t even talked about what has been going on in our own lives during the past five years. For fucks sake, Dominic, I don’t know where you have been, what you have been doing, who you have been doing and all that other shit that two people who are going to be fucking should know about each other. I’ve got more than just myself to be thinking of, Dominic.”
“Don’t I have the same shit to lose as you do, seeing that she is our daughter, Rosaline?” feeling my heart race at the thought that she would doubt me, doubt that I would ever do anything to put her in danger, I speak harshly. “What do you need to know, Raz? What things are truly that important that you think I would hold back from you? Don’t you know me enough to know that I would never put you in danger? That I wouldn’t put your life at risk, no matter what might be going on between us?” Tugging roughly on my beard I just don’t know what to say to get through to her. “Fuck, Doll, I’ve only been with a handful of women, while I have been gone. I was usually nowhere near a place one would be a great place or that I was in a situation to go to find a woman.”
Reaching out, I run a finger down her cheek before going on. “Most times, when I reached for my cock, I found myself imagining you. Even if I had found a woman to be with, you were the one I imagined that I was fucking, it was the only thing that would get me to shoot my fucking load.” Thinking back to the times that I shared with those women, I add, “Always wrapped up tight in rubbers, have no fucking fear about that. But, what about you, Doll? Who’s been in that pussy since the last time we were together?”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone since the last time we were together, Dominic. I mean when Lilly and I got together we’ve had sex, but I’m guessing that’s not what you are talking about. Except that first time you saw us, you never did mind me being with Lil. Dominic, I’ve barely had time to breathe, taking care of Alba has been my only goal these last five years. The furthest thing from my mind was getting laid, or trying to find someone to replace you and Lil in my heart.”
“Well then, Doll, what were you tsking then? If you didn’t find anyone to warm your bed at night, or bury themselves deep inside you.” Meeting my gaze with her own, the heat between us sizzles and I’m not sure what her problem is. “Talk, Doll, tell me what it is running through that pretty little head of yours, I’m not a mind reader.”
Taking a deep breath, it is only a brief time before she is speaking again. “Dominic, you’re not the only one who lives via the memories of what we shared, okay. You have been on my mind, as well, each time that I have touched myself it has been either you or Lil that I have thought of. You two have never been far from my mind, no matter the distance that seems to come between us. Even when Nick and Alexandra would take me to the club, I never let any of the Dom’s or Domme’s ever get close.”
Realizing what she is saying the oar I was still clutching drops into the row boat before I can speak. “Wait a fucking second here, Rosaline. Nick and Alexandra, have you going to a fucking BDSM club? Since when have they been into that shit? And since when have you been into that shit?”
“Dominic, come the fuck on. Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t know? That you weren’t exploring your dominant side those years ago much like Lil was? Do you really wanna talk about that shit right now? I mean I guess if you do we can, but in all reality, I think we might have more things to speak on.”
The growl that escapes is one of pure exasperation at the thoughts of her, of my Doll being in a place like that. A place like that without me, to be exact. “You don’t get to tell me what we are or aren’t speaking on, Doll. Now, speak to me about the times that you and Nick and Alexandra have gone to this BDSM club.”
Reaching up, my hand caresses slowly along her jaw, as I question her. “Did you let someone touch you here?” shaking her head in answer, I lower my hand a bit running my fingers over the corset she is wearing. Moving quickly, I shove the fabric down, before pinching her nipple tightly. “Did you let someone touch you here? On these gorgeous fucking tits?” Her head continues a slow shake from side to side. As she tries to speak, I hush her quickly, tugging roughly on the nipple that is still between my fingers and continue on my hunt for information.
Pulling my hand outta her dress, I don’t bother fixing her dress, before moving lower still. Bunching up her skirt, I pull it crudely up pushing her back slightly down to the bench, so my eyes take in those soaked panties. The smell of her has me harder than I could’ve ever imagined and I know I’ll never be able to resist her.
“Have you let someone other than Lil, touch you here?” my hand moves leisurely towards her cunt. Running a slow finger over the silk and lace, her body moves with me, searching for something that I am not sure I am ready to give, yet. “You will take what I wish to give you, Doll and nothing before. You have seen what it means to be in a D/S relationship while you were at the club I’m sure. It is something that I would’ve never thought you would enjoy, but I can smell you from here, your wet as all get up.” Applying a little more pressure to her pussy, I rub my palm against her roughly until a moan is spilling from her lips.
“You need to answer my question.” Landing a slap on her pussy, I ask once more. “Did you let anyone touch you here, Doll?”
The yip that comes outta her when my slap lands, has a smile tugging at my lips. It must have worked though because before I am able to say anything else she is speaking.
“No, Dominic. Only you and Lil since before Alba was born.”
And with those words, my fate, our fates have been sealed. Grabbing her up, I make sure she is situated, grabbing up the oars again to make our way back to the shore. “We will talk, Raz, that’s for fucking sure, but I need to be reminded about what we had, about how good it was between us first. There were too many fucking nights that I dreamed about you and all the things I would do to your body when I got a hold of it again.” Looking towards her, I feel the boat, bump against the shore. Putting the oars down, I met her eyes before going on. “Tonight, I will only begin doing the things that I’ve had five years to dream of doing to that fucking body of yours.” Turning I step outta the boat, holding my hand out to her, “And if you think you saw anything at that club with Alexandra and Nick you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
~Lilly
Putting Alba to sleep a little after the time that Raz told me to, I find myself sinking down into the couch wondering about what could possibly be happening at Dominic’s folks house. I know that when we had our talk about Alba it wasn’t Raz who was doing a ton of the talking. She tends to clam up and try to hide behind herself when something is difficult for her to talk about. I know damn well that Dominic won’t let that happen though, he’ll be able to draw her out and get her to talk.
Leaning back, the night passes with me watching TV and ending up falling asleep. Waking up to Alba crawling up onto the couch next to me, “Where’s momma? Did her and daddy get lost of something?”
“No, I’m sure they didn’t get lost, doodlebug, let’s find my phone and we can give them a call and see if they maybe wanna have breakfast together, doesn’t that sound good?”
“Yeah, Lil,
that sounds good.” Scooting off my lap, she heads off in search of my phone. Her looking gets pushed aside, when I hear the sound of music coming from her play room and know that she has gotten distracted by that damn keyboard. As long as it stays in the play room, she can keep playing all day for all I care, if it travels out to this room though, I hope to all hell it doesn’t, I might have to pull some batteries outta it.
Heading into the kitchen I grab my phone off the charger and see that I have missed two texts and have a voice mail. Scrolling through the messages I see that both are from Raz. The first lets me know she has made it safely to Dominic’s parents’ house, and that she hopes Alba is being good for me. The next is about two hours later and lets me know that she hopes I don’t mind, that they got caught up and she would like to stay and finish up with Dominic. The voice mail however, is from Dominic.
“Lil, it’s me. It seems that our girl passed out and I just wanted to let you know that she won’t be making it home tonight. If you need for me to come grab Alba if you got something to do before the morning let me know and I can do that. Otherwise, I think we should probably get together and talk about how this is gonna work. I know that the two of you have decided to be together, and you know that worked well for us those years ago, so I would really like to try that again. You were right, she is too fucking worn out. We need to be there for her, and take some of the load off her shoulders. Call me whenever you get this, I don’t sleep much these days.”
Checking the time on the call, I see that he called around 2am, and I’m betting that our girl is getting a good night’s sleep for the first time in a long while. Glancing at the clock above the sink, I see that it’s almost seven. Seven am, what the fuck am I doing up at this time of day, on a fucking Sunday none the less.
Swiping through the contact on my phone, I find Dominic’s name and hit the call button. Not needing to wait long, he answers on the second ring, in a hushed voice.
“Lil, nice of you to call back.”
“Nice, Dominic. I just woke up with Alba crawling on me asking where her momma and daddy were, so I thought I should probably give a call and see what was going on.”
Hearing rustling in the background, I wonder what he’s doing and then hear a door crack open. “She’s still sleeping Lil, I thought it best to let her get as much as possible after the workout I gave her last night.”
“Oh, fancy that, she actually gave it up to you on the first night, huh?” Laughing at the thought of the weeks we spent on the phone before she would even give me the chance to take her out for lunch. “You pull out that deep, dark, Dom voice and tell her what she would do for you?”
Laughing at those words, I know they strike close to the truth. “You know me so well, huh Lil? Yea, actually it was kinda like that and god knows she needed some dick in her life.” The banter we shared those years ago seems to have fallen right back into place. The give and take between us as far as our girl was concerned was always awesome. His words cut through my thoughts, “When you wanna get together and talk this shit through? Maybe just between the two of us first and then after we get a chance to hash some shit out we could talk with her too?” Before I am able to think over his words, and answer him, he goes on. “I’m not wasting anymore time though, Lil. So, if you’re not ready to take that step you should probably let us know now.”
“Don’t you worry about me, Dominic. I’m the one that was calling you those months back, remember? The one that told her that she needed to speak to you to tell you about your little girl. I’m the one that tried to get this shit going again and not the other way around. Don’t think that you can pull out that deep voice, wag your cock around and I’ll just follow along behind you like some lost fucking pup. I’m not Raz, big boy, I’m the other half of her heart and you would do well to remember that.”
“Believe you me, Lil, I know that you own that part of her, and I can’t believe that I’ve only felt jealous of it that first time. Sharing her with you is something that I am more than willing to do, I remember how good it was, how she flourished under both of us.”
That summer…
Dancing close behind Raz, I love the feel of the fabric of her dress while I run my hands over her fucking body. The little moans that fall from her lips, as I tease and taunt her to the verge of coming. Gawd, this woman drives me fucking crazy and I can’t believe that we only have this summer to share. When I picked her up tonight, she had hair the color of her eyes, with matching heels, and god help me nails. This woman just might be the death of me, but I know if I can make it through this summer with her, she will always be on my mind.
Grabbing a few drinks from the bartender, I head back towards the table, and place them there before finding her again on the dance floor. As a slow song starts to play, I pull her body into mine, and take her lips with my own. The taste of cherries that hits me, with that fucking smell of Dolce, is all Raz and everything that I find myself wanting more of each day. Swaying slowly to the music, I find myself lost in the moment, until the music shifts and Raz turns. Her ass is pressed firmly against my front, and I hope to fuck I’m able to get her back to my place before getting her down on her knees.
Glancing towards the door, I see a group of men walk through, and hope to fuck they keep their fucking homophobic comments to themselves. I might have been raised in this small ass town, but the comments don’t hurt less, but I know what comes from two women being together. I remember vividly what happened with my crush on Melissa those years ago. How I couldn’t keep my eyes, my thoughts, and a few times, my hands to myself. How the kids at school found out, having no problem calling us dykes, lesbos, and every other nasty thing they could think of, and those were the nicer memories of all the shit that went down. Melissa ended up having to move away because of her dad’s work, but I know that she was thankful to be rid of those fucking closed-minded assholes, just like I would’ve been.
Getting back to the here and now, I wrap my arms around Raz, and move to the music, trying to rid the fears from my mind. Running not only my hands, but my mouth over her skin feasting on every inch that I can find bared for me. That distraction works for only a brief amount of time as the men seem to be moving towards an open table in front of the dance floor. The comments began quickly, and I find it hard to keep my words to myself, that is until one of them who must have been late to the party, stepped up.
The growl that escapes this fucking monster of a man has me knowing quickly who the fuck it is. Raz has mentioned Dominic to me many times throughout the last few weeks. We have no secrets between us, and if she needs a little dick to make her complete, far be it from me to get in her way. To each their own and all that shit, right?
“What the fuck, Rosaline?” is all he’s able to get out before Raz snaps her head up at the realization. The lust that had been in her eyes, drops away quickly as her hips stop abruptly.
Turning her head, she squeaks as she tries to speak, “Dom?” and with that one word, I know that this night has just been made a tad bit more interesting.
My hands stay firmly planted on my girl’s hips as I speak. “This must be Dominic, I’m Lilly,” dropping only one hand from my girl, I take only a step before placing it on his broad chest. “I hear nothing but good things about you, Big boy.” The flare of fire that passes through his eyes at the words, keys me in to his displeasure. “I hoped that we would meet soon, I just didn’t know it would be tonight. Let’s go get a drink, the three of us, and we can finally lay some of this shit out.”
Slowly sliding my hand off him as I move towards the bar, I hope to fuck my heart calms the fuck down a bit because I am feeling nothing but nerves at the moment. Dominic is no doubt an Alpha fucking man, and probably has issues with a woman speaking to him in that manner. Hoping that he lets it slide for the greater good, our girl, I keep my head up moving towards the bar. Ordering up a few drinks, I grab them up and head to a table nearing the back of the bar, as quiet as its gonna get in this place.
&n
bsp; The hours that pass as we talk about ourselves and the girl that we share is nothing short of eye opening. Dominic and I have a shared respect for each other it seems, and want nothing but Raz’s happiness. A happiness that seems to come from each of us in a different way. I can see why my Mama, has feelings and desires for this rough dominant man- I see parts of myself easily in him. I wonder if he can see the same in me?
Exchanging numbers as the bar lights are coming on, I know that Dominic and I have our girl’s interests in heart. That neither one of us would do anything to hurt her on purpose and that makes me happy as fuck. I only want to see our girl happy and smiling when we are together. If we are only together for this summer, these few months that we will share together, I would never want anything to hurt our girl. Myself or Dominic included.
Pulling myself outta the thoughts of the first time we spoke, I know the next talk we have will be much the same. “Okay, Dominic, I get it, we’ll talk. But, I seem to have a little girl here who’s hungry and would like to share a meal with her momma, daddy, and me. You think you could wake up our girl and make that happen?”
“Spending some time with our girls, I think that would be just fine, Lil, let me go wake her up. We’ll meet you at the diner in about an hour?”
“Sounds good big boy, see you there.”
And with that our future, together has begun.
Chapter 8
~Raz
After we got back to his folk’s house, we didn’t talk. Well, not the type of talking that we should’ve been doing. He had me nearly naked and up against the wall before the front door was shut. I don’t know why it is that he has this effect on me, but it’s always been this way and I, for one, hope it never changes.
Tugging on my hair, he bites down on the flesh of my neck before licking a path over the pained area. “Your mine, Doll, and I’m never letting you or our little family go.” Those are the only words which make sense, before I feel my panties being torn away and his cock sinking deep. The moan that slips from my lips only encourages him, and his movements become frenzied.