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Savannah

I have never actively avoided someone the way I have Grave.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do... how do you become someone’s daughter? And I don’t even know if I want that.

I don’t know what I want because if I’m being real honest, what I want I can’t have.

Group therapy is tonight. And I know I’m going to have to speak since I’m littered in cuts and self-inflicted harm—there’s no way that’s going to go unnoticed.

Damon has given me a little bit of a pep talk since no one really knows what I should do because none of them have been through what I have, or have experienced something in the same way.

I’ve even Googled how to become a daughter to an estranged father and there is nothing—even Google doesn’t know what to do.

Everything else has been going okay. The guys have been helping me avoid seeing and talking to Grave.

I’ve been doing my store detailing. It’s almost ready for decorations. Even though Leon has been a pain in the ass and I hate working with him.

Every time I do something for the store he second guesses me or changes what I do.

~I know what I’m doing!~

From every order I placed or any design I have set up, to the people I’ve hired, Leon has gone behind me and changed something.

I think I will slip him a roofie when it comes time for opening night so I don’t have to bother with him.

For a grown man that doesn’t know a thing about music or costumes, sex toys, or any of the equipment that will be used, he sure acts like he does.

I’m glad I don’t have to deal with Lucien this last week. He has been out on club business with whatever that means.

Leaving dear old Uncle Leon to look after this project. I’m sure when he gets back I’ll have another trial or maybe he will wait until opening night just to fuck me up.

Who knows.

Checking my latest shipment of products, I unbox everything and begin putting it all on the shelves I had customized for my shop.

I have a display case to show off each toy, and take another to try everything out.

~I can’t talk about product if I don’t know how it rides, you know what I mean?~

Some I can’t try out, like the Fleshlights.

I have six different ones that I unbox and display, another six go in my bag of toys.

“Are you sure you want to showcase them like that?” Leon pipes up behind me with some more unwanted conversation.

“Yes, Leon, I am sure. That’s why I did it this way.” My scowl grows. I think being a Luna will give me wrinkles at a young age.

“I think it would be better if—” I stop him and toss a Fleshlight with a sample size of water-based lube his way.

“Want to help, Leon? Go crank one out with that. Then fill this out.” I hand him a cheat sheet of questions I need to know the answers to.

“Are you serious?” He sounds disgusted.

“Yes, I am. It’s not like I can use it. I’m having the boys try one out too. I need honest feedback so I know how to sell them to the men that will be coming in. It’s not a shameful act. You can even get your wife involved. Have her jerk you off with it.”

Leon makes a ~I can’t believe this is happening~ kind of sound and leaves the store.

Thank the gods for small mercies.

Unboxing the sets of lube, I make sure I take a bottle of every kind and drop it in my bag. Not that I need any help, but I have to try it all out. I need firsthand experience.

I can’t wait for my dildos and strap-ons to come in. I asked Damon if I could peg him, but he said a hard no.

So I asked around and Daxon said one of the girls that the club keeps as a lamb has a daughter who says he will let her use it on him. Long story short, I get my feedback and they get a grade A strap-on.

“That one doesn’t taste like strawberries, it’s more cherry.”

Darrion comes in, pointing to my newest row of fruit-based lubes and jellies, the edible panties and candied bikinis on the shelves next to it.

I obviously can’t let anyone try out the gummy panties for health code and moral reasons. But I will let them put it on the models for their playtime.

Pointing out the second strawberry-flavored lube I have in stock, Darrion nods.

“Damon bought, I would say, close to a hundred, maybe more, of the strawberry shit when you first started coming around. He said he was just into it, but we all knew it had something to do with you.”

My heart swells at the information.

“Aw, he calls me Shortcake. I thought it was a jab at my height. One night I thought he had a girl in his room, the night Lucien shredded my jacket. He said he was busy and came to the door smelling like strawberries. That’s so sweet, he was jerking it to me.”

Darrion laughs, cracking up at what I find sweet and how much Damon and I bang it out.

“You two, I can’t with you. I’m glad it’s just me out here.”

Knocking the nonexistent dirt off my hands, I’m careful about standing up. Looking at Darrion, I picture him lovestruck and in a relationship.

I can’t wait for him to be knocked out by some girl who he follows around like a helpless little boy with hearts in his eyes at the sight of her.

“You will fall, just like all of the princes. If I had to make a bet on it, I would say you were going to be last. First Daxon, then Dane, and you will see them crash and burn, see love hit them like a Mac truck toast grasshopper, knowing it is coming for you.

“That you can’t fight Cupid. And when you see her, when she destroys your world, it will be beautiful.

“You will be so head over heels you will thank her, not knowing how you lived without her and the destruction she brings. Knocking you off that golden pedestal and growing you from the tiny little seedling you are. You just don’t know it yet.”

Darrion cusses, telling me I cursed him and for the first time in my life he would bet I’m wrong. That he is happy with one-night stands.

Grabbing my bag off the floor, I toss it over my shoulder and walk with him as I lock up and finish for the day.

We pick on each other as we cross the street to Daxon, Sunshine and Moonpie. The three watch Damon across the street, working in the garage with my bike being the cause for his tantrum.

He throws tools and curses.

Daxon saying how he has been added to the last four hours and that Heavy left because he didn’t want to work with Damon when he acts like that, but I can’t say I’m paying attention to what he’s complaining about.

I can’t stop staring at the wet dream come to life across the street from me. Eye-fucking him from here, I can feel my panties dampen and my vagina demand I take action.

Damon is in a pair of light grey sweatpants with no shirt and dirty working-man hands.

His body holding streaks of black grease and glistening with sweat, I can’t help the clench my thighs do as I bite my lip and picture myself jumping his bones.

You know in ~The Hunchback of Notre Dame~ when the hunchback’s master wants to kill all the gypsies because Esmeralda turns them on so much he thinks that it’s the devil’s magic?

I can completely understand that, looking at Damon working on my bike in this garage as filthy and manly as he looks right now… This is the devil’s work, I know it.

But I can’t help it, I thank God all the same.

~Because good God this man is fine!~

“You two are like magnetic fuckbunnies. You can’t stop humping him from here.”

Daxon makes the guys joke along, as I hand off my bag of toys to Moonpie and start off across the street.

Like a lioness going in for the kill.

I spot my prey laying down and wheeling himself under my bike.

“How uncomfortable this must be for you, Daxon. You’re the one who tried to get me to have a full-blown conversation while you got head in an open hallway, trying to tell me a story about how a ping pong ball got mistaken for an egg.”

I leave them and walk into the garage, not caring about anything more they have to say. As quiet as a mouse, I slip my shoes off.

“Hello, my Angel, what are you up to.”

Like a moth to a flame, this Adonis has drawn me in. I will happily burn.

“This fucking piece of shit won’t come the fuck off and do the right goddamn thing.”

He throws some kind of tool and lets his anger rage.

All I can help thinking is…~and the foreplay has begun.~

“Where’s your help? Has Heavy already left and made you do it all by yourself.”

~You bet your sweet ass he did. That man is getting a thank you card in the morning.~

“Of fucking course he did, fat bastard is a lazy worthless dumbass anyways.”

My gauzed and taped fingers knot under my shirt and unclip my bra. The straps fall out the open holes of my sleeves and I soundlessly pull it off to let it keep my shoes company.

Walking closer, I keep it up.

“Could you use a break?”

I come to stand at the other side of the bike and let it block out my lower half from the boys. The belt on my high-waisted shorts get unraveled and easily removed.

“Break? Savannah, this has to get done. You can’t drive it until I get this fucking goddamn son of a bitch fixed. Plastic piece of shit.”

He throws another tool and sends it flying behind him.

“Is there any way I can help?”

My panties come off next. I drop them on the seat, turn my back to the boys still watching across the road, and pull my top off so I’m completely naked.

“Help me?” he says, as clueless as ever.

“You just sound so stressed, my Angel, you’ve been out here for hours in the heat, getting all dirty. Maybe there is a way I could help release some of that stress and frustration.”

He finally gets the hint.

Wheeling straight out, his head pops out by my feet, letting him have a perfect shot of my slit and the view I’ve been waiting for.

A smudge of black grease smears his forehead, and he is so sweaty that dirt has sunk into the lines of his face.

I wink and let this sultry grin slip over my lips, eating him up. The way he locks his lips and his eyes grow at the sight of my growing wetness makes me even more turned on.

“Could I maybe…offer you something to drink? How does strawberry-flavored pussy sound?”

Damon snatches me, his long arms splitting my thighs and grabbing handfuls of my bare ass and bringing me to my knees to sit on his face.

His warm and wide tongue dives deep into my channel with him palming my ass cheeks and keeping them spread. I can feel him breathe against me.

His lips to my lower ones, he uses his tongue to dip in and out of me before swiping my clit and sucking it into his mouth. Suctioning to my hood, he doesn’t let me rock my hips, he doesn’t let me move at all.

My hands on my bike, I cry out and moan shamelessly. The background absorbs the sounds and amplifies it like a megaphone for the audience hanging out across the street.

I whimper and shake, my toes curling and gasping with every flick of his tongue to my sensitive clit. His lips feel so full, so strong, and the pleasure is so intense I try to wiggle away.

The attack on my body is everything.

The pressure of my upcoming orgasm makes me act insane. My thighs tremble, and the sway of my long hair tickles the curve of my ass.

I can’t do anything, helpless to him and the way he eats my pussy like a man dying of thirst, my juices being the only drop of strawberry-flavored liquid left in the world.

“Oh my God, Damon, I’m going to cum!”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as it hits me. My head getting thrown back, I vibrate with the pure erotic intensity of it bursting from the tip of my clit and gripping every nerve ending I have to offer.

His lips pop from mine with his cheeky comment of, “I don’t want you naked out here for anyone to see, Savannah. This body is mine, I’m the only one who can see you like this.”

The wolf-like possessive side comes out in him and only acts to make me want more. A harsh slap to my ass makes me gasp at the sudden contact and the slight sting of his unnatural display of discipline making me hit his chest with the slip of my hands on the bike.

“I don’t care what you want.”

~Am I messing with him to get him to take me like a man possessed? Yep.~

~You bet your ass I am.~

The snarl he gives me is nothing compared to the bite he sets into my other cheek.

“Damon!” I almost moan.

Almost.

Locking the bite he just gave me, I can hear the cocky bastard in him come to life. This is going to be so much fun.

“Don’t test me, Shortcake.”

The smug bastard.

Preparing myself for whatever he will do, I twist at the waist and look back at him.

My ass still settled in his face, I pull up my coldest mean bitch face.

“Or what? You’ll spank me? Aw, how cute.”

That does it.

Damon moves further out from under the bike, pushing me down his body so my knees hit his shoulders.

His dirty grime-covered hands sink into my pussy and pound into me. Finger-fucking me with a restlessness I love.

I fucking love it.

I know his hands are filthy and for the health of my vagina this isn’t what I should allow but I don’t care!

Not right now when it feels so good, when the thought of his hardworking filthy hands are inside me, dirtying me up for him.

I can’t take it anymore and free his cock from the straining grey material. The yank I give to his waistband and drawstring makes his cock spring free to slap me in the mouth like his one-eyed monster has heard everything I’ve said and wants to punish me too.

I gobble his velvet steel down my throat with no prep work to be done. I know I normally lick the sides and suck on his balls, but not today.

The sounds Damon makes as his sponge-like head hits my tonsils makes me grind into his hand. The taste of him is like my catnip.

“Fuck baby, just like that,” he instructs me—as if I need it.

Hearing him consumed by me with everything else getting mixed in a cream on his fingers. My textured walls clamping around his first two fingers, still buried deep inside me with his cock down my throat until my nose is smudged up.

“What’s that baby, number three? You love this, don’t you? My naughty goddess.”

I cum again, instantly.

I don’t know, I can’t help it and I don’t want to. I am not someone who will be into being called a dirty whore or a slut in the throes of passion.

I’m not a cumslut, but I don’t mind being a naughty goddess. That I would wear with pride.

Popping Damon’s cock from my mouth, I don’t bother with the line of saliva that lassos me to it.

“Shut the doors, Angel, or they will see a whole lot more than this.”

I’m about to ride the brakes of this man’s body.