Call You Mine (Servite Academy)

Chapter Twenty-Two

WYNTER

T here is nothing like waking up in the morning and spontaneously deciding to go to Disneyland. Growing up in California, I can't tell you how many times I’ve done this. Yeah it may seem a little unlike me to do so, but even back in high school the girls and I would take off for the weekend and once again become little girls roaming the park like we used to with the nanny’s our families kept for us. Not like our mothers would ever accompany us. It was the perfect escape from reality when I felt like I could no longer control the world around me, which happened more than not when I was growing up.

Though getting Damon to go with me might take a little convincing. Things between us have been good—as good as they can be when he’s really only looking my way when we’re fucking—but that has been more than enough for me. After the way the party ended last week, my brilliant idea to offer to take Caeli to Disneyland this weekend doesn’t seem like the most brilliant idea. Though, like Damon asked of me, I haven’t brought Willa or what happened up to him.

I tried Ace, but he was a fucking vault, taking my boyfriend’s side and admitting it was best to leave things the ways they were. Scarlett was just as pissed off as me, since Ace even refused to tell her what really happened. But I figured it was time to move on. If whatever Damon did got one monster off my back, then there was only one more I had to worry about, and I hadn’t heard from him either.

With all that happened, I haven’t been able to tell him what I promised Caeli. What was I thinking? I know, I was thinking I need to step things up if I want Damon to end up needing to be in a relationship with me when this is all over, but taking the grumpiest man I’ve ever met, to the happiest place on earth, with a toddler, just seems like a disaster waiting to happen.

Walking out of my room in a black lace bra and panty set, I strut to the kitchen to make myself a latte. If I have any hopes of getting my way today, I better make sure I’m perfectly caffeinated when I present this idea to him. It won’t be easy, but I have an advantage over him. The man wants to fuck me, which means minimal clothing, caffeine and a promise of a Mickey shaped ice cream is just the way to go. And maybe licking said melted ice cream off my tits. This man loves his sweets so long as they’re on my tits.

Grabbing his favorite mug, I make my way over to his bedroom, a room I’ve spent more time than I care to admit in, lying beneath him as he worships my body, making me feel more alive than I ever have. It’s like the weight lifted off our backs at Willa’s departure, allowing us to fall into a comfortable routine.

I could choose to knock, since I know after last night he’s exhausted, but then I would miss the sight of him sleeping—which is in itself spellbinding. The only time the daunting dragon lies dormant is when he’s sound asleep. It’s the thrill of walking in on him and waking him up that has me jumping out of my skin.

Waltzing into the room, I can’t help but feel like I should have probably knocked, but I really feel zero remorse when I reach the side of his bed. My baby sleeps in the fucking nude. His sheets are pooled at his feet as if he’s kicked them off. The ink covering his body is on full display and in the light, I can see just how far down it goes, but that’s not what catches my eye.

This man makes me want to break every rule I have ever set for myself. There is only so much self-respect you can have when an Apadravya piercing is begging you to drop to your knees and have a taste.

“You know I could make it dance for you. Just keep standing there and I’ll give you a show, Princess.”

His deep morning voice takes me by surprise and I look up to see that Damon is, in fact, awake. The heated look in his eyes has me clenching my thighs to cause a little friction. Enough so I can get through this exchange without losing control. I turn to place the coffee on the bedside table and feel his arms wrap around my waist.

“Mmm, fuck baby,” he groans, sending a wave of electricity throughout my entire body. My flesh is alive, a current of need coursing through me so incredibly conductive I can feel the sparks fly from just his touch. “You smell so fucking good, Wyn.”

Without warning, Damon lifts me up and over his lap to straddle him, the lace of my La Perla panties the only barrier between us—and they aren’t really meant for that.

I squeal out loud, excitement buzzing through me in anticipation. To feel his hands on me, to have his cock inside my mouth. That’s what I really came here for. If I am to convince Damon to take Caeli and me to Disneyland today, I better get on my knees and start begging.

Leaning forward, I place my palms against his pecs, digging my nails into his tanned muscles, feeling them flex beneath my touch as his breathing staggers. God, he’s so fit it honestly feels illegal for a man to be this fucking sexy. My chest heaves, the movements making his cock twitch between us and I can’t help but move as I feel it grow harder against me.

“Fuck, Princess. You feel so good, baby. So warm and so wet.”

“Yeah,” I moan, grinding against his cock, my arousal building with every move. This isn’t the way this is supposed to be going, but fuck, he just feels too good to stop. “I need a favor, baby,” I say breathlessly, pressing deeper onto him. His hands fly up to my ass, fingers digging deep into my cheeks as he lifts me, only to push me down harder.

“Anything, baby,” he groans, throwing his head back as his hands find my hips and move me back and forth against his cock. He’s so close to coming, I can see the veins in his throat protrude, a telltale sign I’ve learned to identify he’s teetering on the precipice of coming from just the feel of my pussy rubbing against him through my panties.

I want him inside me, but that’s not the plan. I just needed to bring him close to coming apart so he’ll come quicker inside my mouth. I try to push off of him, but he refuses to let me go.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“You see,” I say, reaching for the clasp of my bra. “I may have agreed to do something for my brother and his wife.” I watch his gaze darken as my bra hits the floor, revealing just how aroused I am. My nipples are achingly hard and the way he’s staring at me as I tug my panties down and step out of them, I’m surprised he doesn’t see my arousal seeping out of me.

He lets out a low chuckle, so deep and husky it makes the hair on my back raise in awareness of just how naked I am.

He straightens up, leaning back on the headboard. “What the hell did you do, Wynter?”

“Oh, so it’s not Princess anymore?” I mock, kneeling on the bed at his feet.

I trail my fingers up his leg, my touch halting at the top of his thigh, teasing yet not touching him completely. His jaw tightens, disappointment written on his face at my sudden stop, but I’m just getting started. I came out to play tonight, came in here with a plan, and I’m not leaving this room until I get him to agree to what I want.

My fingers move and I feel his body relax as he sinks back into the mattress. I watch as he inhales a sharp breath the moment I slowly whisper against him, blowing softly against his balls. I lick my lips. “I’ve been craving this all morning.”

My mouth is salivating from just looking at the glistening drop of precum against his tip, the silver metal ball of his piercing shining as I move in closer.

Taking a deep breath, I glide my wet tongue over his balls and underneath his shaft, taking my time as I lick circles around the head. His hips jerk involuntarily as I lower my mouth onto his cock, my warm and soft lips sliding back and forth against his hardness.

“Fuck, babe. Your mouth, it’s fucking perfect, Wynter. So warm, so wet, fuck.”

I feel the walls of my throat close around the head of his cock, growing tighter and tighter as he reaches the peak of his climax. I fight the urge to lower one hand to my pussy and rub my clit so I can come with him, but this isn’t for me right now. This is all for him, though it’s getting me just as fucking turned on.

However, just before I feel him on the edge of coming apart, I release him, tightening my palm around his balls.

“Fuck,” he growls, slamming his head back against the headboard.

“I may have promised my brother and Scarlett that we would spend the day with Caeli so they could have a moment alone to nest.”

“What the hell, babe?” he says without lifting his head. “You really have to talk about your brother with your hand around my balls and my cock in your mouth.”

“Don’t be a dick, Damon.”

“Better yet, put your lips back around my dick, Princess.” His hands slide through my hair, currently fanned out over his thighs, and tug, making me look up at him and keep eye contact while I suck him off. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I move faster, working him harder with my hand and my tongue over his tip. The piercing feels so good against my tongue, a cool feeling against the heat inside my mouth. I hear him pant again, so I wrap my lips back around him, taking all of him until I feel him at the back of my throat. He tenses, his pleasure begging to be released, yet he doesn’t let go. “What are we supposed to do? And don’t you dare say we’re having a sleepover. Ain’t no way I’m going to fuck you with a kid in the next room.”

“What about when we have kids? Are you not planning on fucking me if they’re sleeping next door?”

I feel his body immediately go rigid and I think about prolonging his misery, but I can’t help but start laughing at the look of terror on his face. “I’m fucking with you, baby. This body is too damn hot to think about getting pregnant. I mean, Scarlett is gorgeous, but she’s at the peak of her pregnancy. The glowing stage. In the next month or so, her feet are going to swell. It won’t be pretty.”

“Can we stop talking about them and instead put my cock back in your mouth so I can come down your throat and then come inside of your sweet little cunt?”

“Hmm, keep talking dirty to me.” I push his legs further apart and move my mouth faster and faster until I can hear him panting fervently. He swears, his pleasure so close to erupting in a wave of ecstasy.

“Disneyland,” I say just as he screams my name.

“Fuck,” he cries out, his body convulsing as his hot cum shoots down my throat in a stream of pleasure. I swallow it all, nearly choking from how fast it’s coming out, but I pull through, enjoying every minute of watching him come apart in front of me. Because of me.

I release him and am about to climb off, but he grabs me under my arms and hauls me up so that I’m sitting on his stomach, my wetness coating his beautiful abs. He grabs my hips, and without warning, lifts me just before he slams me back down onto his cock. It fills me completely in one move, and I cry out in pleasure. He’s so fucking big, but I’m so wet he slides in so easily.

“Goddammit Wyn, you feel so perfect, baby. So tight, so fucking eager. I can already feel you tightening around me, eager to pump me yet again.”

“Yes, fuck. I’m so wet. Please, Damon, I need to come.”

“Oh, not so fast, baby. You just told me you agreed to me taking you and your niece to fucking Disneyland. You came in here with a plan. Got on your knees for me and tried to manipulate me to get what you wanted. You’re going to be punished for being such a sneaky, naughty girl.”

My voice comes out so heady. “Yes, please punish me, Damon. I need to be punished. Spank me, choke me, tie me up and do as you please. But fuck, please make me come.”

Damon moves faster, thrusting in and out of me in sync with the speed of my moans. I’m so close, so ready to come, and I can feel he’s ready to go once again. My man’s got fucking stamina.

My body shakes as the sensation floods through me. The feel of his hands on my hips, his cock filling me entirely. It’s almost painful how big he is. And his piercing fuck, I can feel it hitting my most sensitive spot.

Damon’s hands find the back of my head and he pulls me in for an erotic kiss, our tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts, his teeth rasping against mine as he intensifies the kiss. His free hand trails down my spine, his fingers digging into my ass and pushing me deeper down on him making me scream ferociously as my orgasm slams into me.

I’m shaking, the aftershocks of my intense pleasure hitting me just as hard, but just when I think he’s finished, he rolls me beneath him, hooking my legs up in his arms as he pulls me to his mouth. Hot, heady lips come down on me, his tongue lapping back and forth, sucking on my clit piercing, and eliciting yet another wave of arousal that nearly takes me out.

I grip his hair in between my fingers, tugging him closer to me. “Oh fuck, Damon. God your mouth, it’s fucking heaven.”

“This is what you do to me, Wynter. You drive me fucking crazy. Make me agree to some stupid shit I would never do. All because of this right here,” he says, shoving his tongue inside of me and bringing me to the edge of yet another orgasm. “This pussy, my pussy. You’re so fucking beautiful, delectable, addictive. You Wynter Servite are going to be the death of me.”

“Is this your first time at Disneyland?” I ask, immediately regretting it when his body grows tense. Of course it’s his first time. When else would he have had the chance to come? His mother died when he was six. He grew up in a foster home pretty much his entire life. There’s no point in time where a trip to Disneyland would have ever made sense. “I’m sorry, I…”

I say, but he interrupts me.

“It’s not my scene,” he says, though the sight before me would say otherwise.

Of course, I had to go all out, taking advantage of the fact he’d said yes. Not that I gave him much of a chance to turn me down. I was indeed quite convincing. We spent another two hours in bed until he felt he was truly and thoroughly convinced it was a good idea. I was exhausted but after the second time Caeli tried to Facetime me because she couldn’t contain her excitement, we got out of bed and headed over to pick her up.

Given we were less than an hour away from the park—without traffic, of course—we arrived at their house about nine in the morning, giving us plenty of time to get into the park by ten thirty am. The moment we stepped through the front gates, I immediately ran to the gift shops on Main Street and bought us each a new outfit. Caeli already looked adorable in her Snow White inspired outfit—blue denim shorts, a yellow top with puffy sleeves—so I just bought her a pair of red Minnie Ears to complete her look.

I of course went for Caeli’s favorite, a light blue Elsa themed crop top to wear with my white denim shorts, and a pair of Elsa Ears. After searching the entire men’s selection of t-shirts, there was really only one option for my man.

It was perfect.

“You’re kidding me?” Damon says, staring at the black t-shirt in my hand.

I can’t even hide the smile on my face as I watch his eyebrows tighten into that same straight-lined crease they’re always in when he’s angry, or annoyed, or frankly just being his normal broody self.

“If you were looking at yourself right now, you’d agree that this is spot on.” I’m giddy, that’s the only way to explain it. My cheeks are flushed, my heart racing with excitement and my limbs, yeah they feel like Jello. I’m a fucking teenager with a schoolgirl crush.

Caeli kicks her little feet currently dangling from her stroller. The sight of Damon behind a stroller at Disneyland, well let’s just say my ovaries are shaking with need. A crippling need that has me about to mount him right out here on Main Street, and get us both arrested and banned for life.

“Rawr,” Caeli shouts out, making the cutest little face as she scrunches her nose tight. “No nice, Nini,” she says, calling me by the sweetest little nickname she gave me. When Ace told her my name was Auntie Wynnie, it quickly became obvious she wasn’t going to be able to pronounce Wynter. All Caeli understood was the word Nini, which now has stuck.

Damon crouches down beside Caeli. “Yeah, Nini. Not nice to insinuate I’m anything like that guy.” The poor girl gushes at the beautiful man beside her. Reaching for him, she runs her tiny fingers over cheek.

Like me, she must be mesmerized by his beauty. Poor girl’s going to be falling for the broody bad boys when she grows up, just like her mother and aunt. “No ouchy,” she says, looking back at the character on the shirt in my hand.

Damon stands up and raises an eyebrow at me. “See, the kid agrees. Nothing like me.”

I look at the shirt I purchased for him, a simple black t-shirt with the villain Scar from the Lion King’s face on it and the words, “I’m the crazy uncle” written across the top. “The green eyes, dark hair, and daunting glare, you’re basically twins.”

“Twins,” Caeli shouts, her new favorite word since she discovered how many of us she knows.

I squat down to her level, to give her a better view of the shirt. “Yes Caeli, twins. Scar and Uncle Damon are twins. Now tell Uncle D you want him to put on this shirt so we can go on a ride.”

Her face immediately lights up at the mention of rides. Apparently since the last time she was here, Scarlett’s been showing her videos on YouTube of the different rides they took her on. The girl’s become obsessed, asking nonstop if she could come back. Hence why we’re here, now that Scarlett is feeling too pregnant for things like an impromptu trip to Disney for the day.

I thought about offering Jade to bring the twins along, but my lack of experience with children left me wondering how herding three toddlers would work out.

“Ride! Kiki go on boat.” I laugh at Caeli’s enthusiasm, so easily forgetting she was just on Damon’s side.

“See, Uncle D,” I say, sounding a tad too excited about my victory. I shove the shirt at his chest, and point at the restrooms right behind us. “Go put on your shirt so we can take Kiki on the boat.”

Being back at the happiest place on earth, after quite a long time away, is nostalgic to say the least. Walking down Main Street with a double scoop cone of Cookies and Cream and Strawberry Ice Cream from the Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor, inhaling the sweet aroma they release through the vents all around—yes it’s true—I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Probably ever—no yeah definitely ever.

My face hurts from smiling so much. My stomach feels so incredibly full from all the snacks we’ve been eating, and my heart, well let’s just say I’ve felt nothing like what I feel right at this exact moment in time.

Warmth, comfort, safety. For the first time in my entire life, I’m not afraid.

Staring up at Damon wearing a pair of light up Mickey ears on his head as he holds up a pink cotton candy—which Caeli, who’s sitting on his shoulders eats from as we prepare to watch the fireworks—I’m not sure what alternate universe I’ve fallen into. Never in a million years did I think this man—this guarded, dominant and brooding man—would ever have let his guard down and enjoyed a day of fun like the one we just had.

Frankly, I didn’t think Damon had it in him—which isn’t a fair thing for me to have assumed. Damon’s upbringing is one topic which still holds so much mystery. I know the basics—his father walking out on them, leaving his pregnant, addict mom to raise twins on her own. The death of his mother—overdosing in front of him when he was six years old, then spending days living with her dead corpse until someone found him and Ruby. Growing up at the foster house, though it was a place he soon became comfortable in—was still a hard thing to go through. On top of all that, his adolescent years were full of trouble no child should have to deal with—gangs, drugs, and fighting just to make some money so he wouldn’t have to solely depend on his two foster moms who were working hard to raise all of him and his surrogate siblings.

To make matters worse, when he and his friends were uprooted to Servite Academy because of my bio dad’s psychotic scheming, he once again was left to fend for himself. So he did the one thing he felt was best for someone like him to do with his life. He trusted a monster, much like the ones I’ve dealt with, who took advantage of his ambitions and traumatic past, to fulfill her own fantasy.

Damon never talks about Clarissa O’Neal, the psychotic bitch who brought him into the world he’s now a part of, and I’m not sure I ever want to know what her role in his life was beyond that.

This picture-perfect moment in front of me, is a small glimpse into our future—at least what it could look like if neither one of us carried the demons we do on our backs. The ones that make us second guess this feeling of happiness. The ones that keep him from fully opening up and committing to what we have.

“Does this finally mark the end of our day here?” Damon asks, looking down and catching me taking a long lick of the cone in my hand. “Baby, please tell me this is it?”

I laugh at his plea, “The parks open for another two and a half hours.”

Damon throws his head back, though quickly remembers Caeli’s sitting on his shoulders. “You keep licking the cone like that, and we’re not even staying to watch this.”

“Nini, look,” Caeli shouts, reaching for me just as the neon lights flash along Sleeping Beauty's castle, and the first dazzling firework bursts into the clear night sky. I take her into my arms cradling her close before placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Caeli’s excitement is contagious and having her with me, after not being a part of her life, I won’t ever walk away from this again.

An older woman to my left wearing a custom shirt with the words, Johnson Family Vacation, on the front, places her arm on my shoulder and leans in closer to speak. “Enjoy this age,” she says with a kind smile, “Mine are all grown up with babies of their own, yet coming here, being able to experience this with my grandkids, there’s nothing like it.”

My cheeks flush when I realize she thinks Caeli is my daughter. “Thank you,” I say, smiling back. “You have a beautiful family.”

“Yeah, they’re everything to me. But that’s the thing about family. They’re supposed to be your world.”

My heart aches at the words she tells me, never having known first-hand what they mean. Though now, things feel different. I’m back, reconciling my relationship with my brother, with my sister-in-law, with my niece. And hopefully soon, with the man I was born to love.

I look over to Damon who’s oblivious to the woman and entranced by the magic flickering in the sky. If only I could bottle up this moment, this feeling, and keep it for an eternity. But tomorrow, tomorrow’s a new day, and I have no idea what to expect.