Chapter Four

March Saturday – Southern Maryland

Summer

The rest of February goes by in a whirlwind. Donnie and I spend the majority of our time when we aren’t working unpacking Gus and my things and getting us settled into our new home together. I spend my evenings planning a baby shower with Melody and Sam and decorating the new baby's nursery. I found out the first week of March that I’m about twelve weeks along and the baby will be due at the end of August.

Melody plans to be out of the country in Ireland with Finn’s family for some type of anniversary celebration at the end of this month and into April, so we plan the baby shower for the beginning of July.

I wake up and roll over as the sun is just starting to peek through the cracks in the curtains, and I can tell by the colors that it is early. Gus will still be asleep for a while longer. I slowly smile and roll the other way. Excited that we will have the chance to play before we get up for the day. But as soon as I turn, I remember Donnie isn’t here. He planned to get up before dawn and be in the woods, hunting season. I roll my eyes and flop back onto my pillow.

Slowly, quietly, I get out of bed and walk to the bedroom door. Pushing it closed, I turn and go to the dresser. I pull out the big dildo with the suction cup on the end, grab the bottle of lube and close the drawer. Heading to the bathroom, I set down my toy and turn on the shower. Undressing as I wait for the water to get hot. I don’t typically shower first thing in the morning because I know I will clean the house and would have to shower again after. Regardless, I can get up and have some fun myself. But today, rubbing one out while I lie in bed won’t be enough. I want to ride a cock.

Once the steam is rising from above the glass of the shower door, I pick up the bottle of lube and squirt it onto my hand. Reaching down, I massage it into my folds and slowly circle my clit. I’m already on fire, I’ve been horny all week, and I woke up this morning ready to go. I think maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Stepping into the shower, I grab the dildo and close the glass door behind me. When I step under the scalding water the pain on my breasts feels fantastic. I can’t wait to come.

I strategically place the suction cup of the dildo on the tile wall at just the right height and get down onto my hands and knees. Slowly, I back up onto it and slide the big cock into my eager pussy. Quickly, I decide I still want the hard fast fuck I was looking for before I remembered Donnie wasn’t home and slam myself back onto it. My ass pounds against the tile wall with a loud smack as I drive my pussy home onto the dildo over and over again.

I’m close, and the sting of the wall on my ass as I slam myself backward is working me up even faster. I reach down between my legs, stopping to pinch and roughly twist one nipple and then the other before I find my clit and start circling it, following my own rhythm as I fuck myself with the dildo up against the wall.

I orgasm quickly, but it isn’t the long hard finish I was looking for. It isn’t, sir. While I’m feeling great, I’m still disappointed he wasn’t here to fill me. As I dry off, I get an idea and run to grab my phone from the nightstand back in the bedroom. Quickly, I snap a couple of pictures and text them to him.

Summer: Good morning, sir! You left without breakfast. I type, adding in the pouty face emoji.

I clean up the bathroom and get ready to dress for the day and go work out. Before I finish brushing my teeth, I hear the buzz of my phone from the bedroom. I smile, finish rinsing my mouth and skip across the room, hoping that he will be excited when he gets home and I’ll get to play then. Looking down at my phone, I tense.

***

Donnie

I got into the woods early, before sunrise. I’m crouching at the base of a massive white oak. As I’ve sat and waited, listening to the first birds wake up and the sound of the first squirrels hitting the ground, I’ve relaxed some of the tension I’ve been holding on to since finding out Summer is pregnant. Being in the woods this time of day and hearing it come alive around me is a blessing. I love to hunt. Before I became what I am, I went on more traditional hunts.

Now I sit and wait as the doe steps into the clearing, my mouth waters at the thought of sinking my fangs into her and tasting the tangy warm blood run down my throat. I can smell the metallic scent of it in the air as it pumps through her veins.

Startled by something, she pauses and looks up into the trees. Letting out a soft blow through her nose, it puffs out and then dissipates in the cold morning air. My body tenses as I rise infinitesimally up onto the balls of my feet, ready to lunge at my prey. When my phone rings, the doe turns and crashes into the woods, back the way she came.

“Damn it,” I curse under my breath for forgetting to put it on silent. Slipping it out of my pants pocket, I see a picture from Summer, smiling at seeing her naked body. I send her my response.

***

Summer

I reread his message twice before it sinks in.

Donnie: You thirsty little slut. Your message lost me a huge doe. All because you can’t keep it together for one day without begging for my cock.

Summer: Why wasn’t your phone on silent if you were in the woods?

Donnie: Excuse me?

I read his text on the screen and slowly exhale.

Summer: I am sorry, sir.

As soon as I hit send, his next message comes through. He was typing while I was thinking.

Donnie: You will go to the drawer and get the black pencil, then kneel on the bed and write the word THIRSTY on your left thigh and SLUT on your right thigh. Then send me a picture.

I quickly do as I’m told. The big black letters run from the top of each thigh to just above my knee. I make sure to write them in all CAPS because he texted them to me that way. I take a picture and send it right away. I check the time stamp on the texts, less than two minutes between his instructions and my response.

Donnie: Too slow.

Donnie: Have you cleaned the house yet? Or were you too busy?

I know what he is implying. Maybe he knows I got off by myself without permission.

Summer: I haven’t yet, sir.

Donnie: Get your ben-wa-balls out, the big set, and put them in, now. Send a picture.

Again, I jump up from the bed and across to the dresser. I grab out the set of blue ben-wa-balls, but I can’t find the bottle of lube, and this set is too big without it. “Shit!” I exclaim, remembering I left it in the bathroom. I take giant steps toward the bathroom and stumble because I’m rushing. Reaching out to catch myself on the door frame, I drop the balls, and I hear them bounce as they hit the ground. I stop and turn, not seeing them lying on the floor. I get down on my knees, looking under the dresser, they’re not there. Scooting across the floor, I reach under the bench at the end of the bed but don’t see them either. Finally, I find them under the bed. Trying to be quick again, I grab them and rush to the bathroom, running them under water at the sink and grabbing the soap from the cabinet. I quickly clean them and find the lube I left by the shower earlier. By the time I get back to my phone, I see his message.

Donnie: Waiting.

Damn it, I lost time because I was rushing, and now I’m just pissing him off even more. I snap the picture he is waiting for, me on my knees leaning forward, ass in the air. You can see the blue tail attached to the ben-wa-balls lying across the glistening lips of my pussy. But I waste more time because I have to use the timer function on the camera. I hope he doesn’t notice how bright red my ass still is from me slamming it onto the tile while I rode my dildo. I attach the picture and hit send, re-checking the timestamp, seven minutes this time. I’m so screwed.

Donnie: Good Girl. Flashes onto my screen.

Donnie: It’s a shame you took so long playing around, toying with me.

I wait, holding my breath. My skin is naturally pale, and he comments on how it “pinks up” often. Of course, Donnie noticed my ass. I no longer think he might know what I’ve been doing this morning. He for sure knows I was playing without asking.

Donnie: Well, the fun is over now. Go ahead and get back to cleaning like you usually do on Saturday. I’m sure you’ll have a blast with those balls in your wet little cunt. I’ll see you when I get home.

Damn! I clean up the rest of the bedroom and go about my weekly cleaning routine. Gus wakes up about an hour later, and I make him breakfast. All the while, the sensation in my pussy is driving me mad. I’m so near to coming, I have to squeeze my thighs together as I stand in the kitchen wiping down the counters. I can feel the wetness running down them. Fuck! I hear my phone go off and look down at my watch.

Donnie: I think that’s long enough. You can take out the ben-wa-balls. Make sure you send me pictures of that juicy pussy ready for me.

As I climb the stairs one by one, clenching down on the balls, holding them in. I stop when I get to the top. I’m so sensitive I think I may explode when I touch myself to take them out. But I keep it together and manage not to come. I quickly snap the pictures of my swollen lower lips covered in my own arousal and send them to Donnie. It is midday now, and he should be home soon. I smile at the thought.

After he arrives home, later than I expected, we have dinner as a family and talk about the baby. I’m making more plans for the nursery, what colors we will paint the walls, and what furniture we think we will buy. I start to think maybe I’m off the hook and that the only punishment I would suffer was the day spent with the ben-wa-balls in and not being allowed to come. It isn’t until we get Gus to bed and are headed down to the living room that Donnie says from behind me on the stairs. “Dungeon. Now.”

I can feel him glaring at me as I walk down the stairs. He is right behind me, hand on my lower back on each step. As we enter the basement, he turns and closes the door behind himself when he starts scolding me again. “You want me to be in charge, but you want to decide that what I give you isn't enough, and you need to come more after I'm gone?” I stand dumbfounded next to the door, my cheeks feel like they're burning, and I stare at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Donnie walks right past me and starts pulling toys and rope from the dresser on the other side of the room. “Strip! But leave your thong on.” He clears his throat when I hesitate. I start moving to do as I'm told. When I'm done, I turn to find him standing with rope in his hands. “Come here.” He points to the bench in front of him.

I walk to him and sit down on the bench. He blindfolds me and then lays me down on my back on the narrow surface. Reaching down under my thighs, he lifts my knees up to my chest and takes his time binding me, calves to thighs, arms down by my side, spread open and ready. I'm balanced on the bench just right. If I squirm, I'll fall off either side. I take the time to focus on slowing my breath. I can hear him moving things around on the dresser, but I can't make sense of what he is about to do.

“You wanted to come just one more time last night after I was done with you, bitch?” I don't respond. My shame keeps me quiet. This isn’t about the shower this morning. This is about my masturbating last night after having sex. Donnie fell asleep, and I was just still wound so tight.

Again, I blame pregnancy hormones. Smack! The flogger hits my inner thigh, and I jump but quickly catch myself before I move too much and fall off the bench.

Donnie chuckles. “That's right, you want to lie still in the dark and be quiet while you make yourself come and hope no one noticed, right?” Two more times, the flogger hits my thighs, left then right. “Then this morning, you thought you would get off again, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I'm sor—” He cuts me off with a smack across my tits.

“It's too late for that. You wanted to lie in bed and come. Then again this morning, you played without permission, didn’t you?” I hear the hum of a vibrator as he turns it on, reaching over and sliding it down the front of my panties, making sure it's in the perfect position over my clit. I can instantly feel the orgasm building. He starts steadily smacking my ass, thighs, and pussy with the flogger while the vibrator brings me closer to coming.

“You can come for me. You are going to keep coming for me. But you will be still, and you will be silent. Is that clear?” Donnie asks.

“Yes, sir,” I answer. As he keeps punishing my ass and thighs with the flogger, I’m getting ready to orgasm and focus on holding my breath steady, so I can be silent. He smacks my pussy with the flogger, and as it bites into my skin, I explode with my climax. Tensing up, I try not to fall off the bench, and he chuckles under his breath again.

I hear him set the flogger down and walk around me. He quickly grabs my nipples and pinches hard. I buck and come again as the steady thrumming of the vibrator on my over-sensitive bud continues. But then I can't hear him anymore, so I lie still, trying not to come a third time and steady my breathing. The building inferno in my cunt is relentless, and I climax a third time, panting now.

Then I hear the click of the TV. “Remember, I don't want to hear a sound out of you,” Donnie calls to me as he starts to watch the TV in the media room on the other side of the basement.

I lie on my back and squeeze my eyes shut under my blindfold. I know the show he is watching has hour-long episodes. It hasn't been a full hour yet. Every time I hear the sound stop, I hold my breath and see if the show is over. I can tell it's been at least thirty minutes. They tick by at a tediously slow pace. I've come more times than I can count. It's a continuous flow of orgasm now. I can't move, or I'll fall, and I'm exhausted, my muscles ache. Tears run out of the corners of my eyes. The bench beneath my body is slick with my cum and sweat.

Then I can hear him stand up from the couch, and I can make out the sound of him taking off his clothes. “Open your mouth.” Donnie’s deep voice fills the room, bouncing off of the concrete walls. I do as I'm told, and I feel the warm, smooth head of his cock on my tongue, then the smack of the flogger across my pussy, and I cry out in surprise. “Quiet!” he says, low and harsh as he shoves his cock down my throat, making me gag. “I can't hear the TV over you being a thirsty little slut. I love having your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock like a good whore. You want me to come for you and make it stop? Do you think you've had enough yet?” Donnie asks as he slides his cock out of my mouth and waits for me to catch my breath. I'm still coming, and my body is shaking now. Each smack of the flogger on my pussy and thighs and the twist of my nipples sends me over the edge again.

“You're in charge, sir,” I answer. God, I want to beg him to make it stop. Coming again is torture, and I have to put every ounce of energy I have left into focusing on my words. “I'm yours, sir. I'll come for you when you say. You're in control.”

“Good girl, that's what you wanted, right?” he asks as he slides his cock back into my waiting mouth. I can taste the pre cum on my tongue and want to suck him harder so he will finish and let me be done, but from this angle, he is in control, not me. Always now, I want him to be in control, not me. Slowly I can feel Donnie's cock harden, the veins standing out as he slides across my tongue, and I know he is close to reaching his climax.

He smacks me with the flogger again as he pulls out of my mouth and cum shoots onto my tits and stomach. He slides his hand down my panties and slowly pulls the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside. He removes the blindfold from my eyes, and it takes me a while to adjust to the light. I don't see him for a minute, but I can hear the sink in the bathroom running. Then he is walking towards me across the large room. Stepping back around the bench, he gently cleans me with a warm, wet washcloth. Leaning over me, he kisses my mouth, and I quake under his touch as he cleans his cum from my chest and stomach.

Donnie takes his time freeing me from my restraints, rubbing my skin gently where the rope has left indentations in it. When he helps me to stand, my muscles ache. My body is spent from all of the forced orgasms. Bending down, he puts one hand behind my knees and scoops me up, cradling me to his chest. I stretch up and kiss his cheek as he carries me to our bed. When we reach the master bedroom, he lays me down, sprawling out next to me, one arm possessively over my abdomen. We lay in silence for a few moments.

“Summer?” Donnie asks me then.

“Hmm,” I answer sleepily. Trying to stay awake to hear what he has to say.

“What if I’m not what you think I am?” I hear him ask as I struggle to maintain my consciousness.

“What do you mean?” I ask, still not sure I will stay awake. Exhaustion is overtaking my senses. He sits up and rubs his hand in small circles over my belly, then gently squeezes the tiny growing bump of it.

“What if I’m not good for you or the baby and Gus? What if I’m not the right thing for you?” I hear his words, then a deep sigh.

“That’s silly. Why would you—a huge yawn cuts me off—say that?” I finish. I roll onto my side and snuggle my head into his shoulder. One of his arms wraps around me. With the other, he brushes my cheek gently.

“I love you, Summer. I’ll do anything I can to keep the three of you safe.” I feel him kiss my forehead just as I fall asleep, still confused as to what he was trying to say.

***

Donnie

I lie awake for hours after Summer falls asleep. Watching her, listening to her breathing. Finally, I fall asleep and fitfully dream of evil covens descending on our home trying to take from me what is mine. I can’t stop wondering how I’m supposed to protect this woman and our baby. How I can keep them safe from a threat that we aren’t even sure exists.