Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(26)

“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.

“Tell me who you belong to, Dallas,” he growled from behind me.

“You,” I managed to squeak, my face muffled by the pillow and the growing throb between my legs, affecting my speech. Luke reached around and began rubbing my clit. The cluster of nerves was so sensitive, that it was almost painful.

“That’s right, baby. You are mine.”

Luke increased the movement of his fingers, rubbing furiously against my clit and my dead limbs began to jerk.

“Come for me,” he demanded in a whisper, and I exploded around him. Luke drove deep one last time and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the mixture of our wetness beginning to slide down my legs. I remember Luke leaving and then returning, placing something cool between my legs, then covering me and turning out the light. I also remember the sound of the door closing behind him as he left the room.





Chapter 4





Dallas





It’s dark where I am. There is only a sliver of light that shines underneath the closed door. I can’t see anyone in the room with me, but I can hear screaming. Loud screams that sound like a woman pleading and begging for her life. Red. I recognize her voice immediately, even though it is muffled by uncontrollable sobs. I struggle to get to her, but something is holding me down. I try to break free, but whatever has me won’t let me go. The door opens slowly, and the room is bathed in light. I don’t see who is at the door, but the screams have stopped and there is only silence. Something is thrown at my feet and I look down to see a bloody tongue on the dusty concrete slab of my barn.

“Dallas, baby, it’s me. Wake up.”

Luke’s sweet voice is beside me and I am cradled in his arms. I look down and see that we are in my bed and the light is on. I thought I would find Luke fully dressed, but he was naked under the covers with me and looked like he had been there for quite some time.

“I-I thought you left,” I said, forgetting my horrific dream and just concentrating on the fact that he was here and not sleeping in another room.

“No, baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, smoothing my damp hair off my head. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked, kissing my face repeatedly and stroking my back. It felt warm and reassuring to have him here and my bad dream was pushed to the back of my sub-conscious.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, curling into his side. Luke’s arms wrapped tighter around me.

“Baby, I know you don’t like talking about it, but it would probably be better if you did. You don’t have to tell me, but you need to tell somebody.”

I thought about what he told me. I had not shared with anyone what happened that night. I wasn’t sure if Luke really even wanted to know, or if I wanted to relive it.

“Maybe, one day. It doesn’t bother me so much anymore.” And it didn’t. Sure, the nightmares were bad, but they didn’t last long and waking up with Luke next to me, helped me to forget.

“I’m here, Dallas. Whenever you’re ready.” Luke slid the hair on my forehead back and planted a kiss there, then curled me back to him. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him, letting it relax me completely.

“Luke?”

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“Thank you.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

“My pleasure, darlin’.”



I woke the next morning to find Luke’s beautiful face right in front of me. His steady breath was warm on the tops of my breasts and I smiled at the thought of having him here. I had to be the luckiest girl on the planet to have this view every morning.

I slowly crawled out of the bed, not wanting to wake Luke and finding it a little difficult to move. The soreness was intense, but butterflies formed in my stomach, easing the pain when I remembered what caused it.