Page 97 of Collateral Damage

“And when I come back… If you'll let me. I'm having dessert.” My pussy throbs at her call, knowing exactly what she means and I picture riding her face until I couldn't breathe. How ethereal it felt between my legs. I drag my lip through my teeth as I pull her in by her white tee, wearing mischief on my face.

“YesDaddy…” her devilish upturn makes my disgusting words just that little bit more tolerable when she looks at me like that.

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Play –‘Those Eyes – New West’

Imean. I know this isn't quite the dessert she meant but I had to keep myself occupied so I decided to raid her cupboards and she had just enough ingredients to make cookies but I wasn't expecting her to be so fast.

The key goes in the door and she wanders in, being rugby tackled by Shep at her feet as she glares at the monstrosity I've spread over her kitchen counter. Butter, sugar, flour, pots and pans. Meanwhile I’m prancing around in her flannel shirt I’ve been living in.

“What on earth are you doing? I've not even been gone a few hours.”

“Well, I was getting extremely bored. But seems as you're here now. You can help me.” I pull a sarcastic grin and she shakes her head as she peels off her leather jacket, heading straight for me and I still don’t understand how she wears that thing in this weather

“Baking really isn't my thing.”

“Oh come on! It'll be fun! Even if they do taste terrible. And besides, you said you wanted dessert.” Her hands wrap my waist, spinning me to face her, lifting me off the floor as she puts me on the island, running her palms over my hips as she nips at my collar bone, melting her waist between my thighs like we are one.

“My dessert is meant to be spread over the island with her legs open.”If she thinks we are getting out of baking cookies she's highly mistaken.

“We are making cookies! Thennnn you can have your dessert.” I shove her away from me, placing a finger over her mouth as I jump back off the counter in protest, giving her incentive with persuasion but she follows me like a sheep, making my hairs stand on end as she rides the back of my shirt to reveal my ass, gently tapping it to make me squeak.

“Yes Boss.” Her mockery is maddening but I can't seem to get enough, nuzzling into her chest with a laugh that makes her laugh and it's my favourite sound on this planet. It's crazy to think I have someone as hauntingly terrifying and disturbing as her, wrapped around my little finger and I intend to keep it that way because when she is carefree like this, it is one of the most attractive things in the world and I'm fighting the temptation to forget about the cookies and let her dine away when she touches me with such delicate force.

I've managed to tap into the soft dough beneath her hard shell and as if I wasn't already stupidly in love with her, she seems to forever prove me wrong by doing the next disgustingly adorable thing that just breaks away all my defences.

The way she refuses to let me brush my hair and does my insulin three times a day. How she looks after my needs when my sugars are low and lies with me when I'm having an episode. These last few weeks have been nothing short of everything I've been searching for. But I'll be honest. I don't know what we are. If we are even anything at all. I could say we are merely co existing but that would be a lie. Yet I don't know how relationships work so I guess the knowledge that I am hers is more than enough for my paranoia niggling in my ear telling me I mean nothing to her.

“So. What are we doing?” she asks playfully, peering over my shoulder at my weapons of choice and I see her eyeing up that flour.

“Youuuu. Are going to be my mixer because I have no muscles.” She looks almost offended as she looks down at me with one eyebrow knitted to her forehead.

“You mean I don't get to eat the chocolate chips so you have none left to put in the mix?” She goes to reach the bar of chocolate I found stashed away before swatting her hand away.

“Get!”~smack~“Off them!”She is a big kid I swear to God. “Did you drop off what you wanted to drop off?” I ask hoping she will tell me what was so important she had to leave me to my own devices where I'm now baking cookies out of boredom, measuring out the mix as I add it to a big bowl.

“I did.” She leans against the counter next to me and the combination of petrol and leather makes my head fuzzy. It is this normal to be almost intoxicated by the scent of somebody's aura alone?

“And what did you drop off?”

“That's for me to know…” She leans in, lingering behind my earlobe before gently kissing my sensitive skin and I'm tingling like a spark of electricity.

“And for you, todot dot, dot…”If she carries on, I’m never going to get these damn cookies done.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” I pass her the bowl of measured ingredients, placing a whisk in her hand as she smirks like a sinner.

“I can be a pain in your ass if you want.” She raises her tatted brown, grazing her bottom lip as she sets her eyes on my behind and I realise what vile innuendo she’s referring to as she starts whisking with little effort.

“Absolutely NOT..”My face crumples at the thought, remembering how it felt whilst she was devouring my soul the other day and I can feel my cheeks heating.How can anyone actually enjoy that?Wouldn’t it hurt like hell?

“I’ll claim it. One way or another.” I'd sayin your dreamsbut so far I've given her everything she’s threatened and I've given it willingly. So I huff in annoyance, watching her work her arm as she stares at me like a naughty school boy, drooling over her artwork that I daydream of at least ten times a day, wishing she’d wrap it around my throat again.

She finishes mixing and I portion the dough into a tray. I’m surprised her oven even still works but it hasn’t exploded yet so we're all good.

Play - ‘Daddy - Ramsey’

“How long have we got?” I turn to find her cleaning out the bowl with her tongue split against the rim and my throat locks, gawking at her as she peers at me over the bowl.

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