Call You Mine (Servite Academy)

Chapter Twenty-Three

DAMON

T he drive back is exhausting. Everything hurts. My legs from all the damn walking, back and forth, uphill and downhill. My arms ached from carrying Caeli around when after an hour she refused to sit in the stroller we rented. Not to mention my head was killing me, the catchy little songs they played in the rides, on a loop in my brain. I needed sleep, and I needed it fast.

“Tell me again why I didn’t just make Ace grab us a room at the Disneyland Hotel instead of us driving back home tonight?”

The Passenger Princess, still wearing the Princess Elsa themed ears on her head, leans her seat back, kicking her legs up on the dash. “Because we’re not that far away. It’s a short drive Damon, don't be ridiculous.”

“A short drive after a day of parading around the entire park, which by the way is fucking huge.” I cringe remembering how I stared at the map in horror as we tried to plan out our day when we first arrived. “Tell me again why the hell I agreed to join you on this impromptu trip to hell? I swear my calves are fucking aching.”

Wynter brushes me off though I’m incredibly serious. I watch her as she looks back through the rearview mirror at a very much asleep Caeli in her car seat.

When she doesn’t speak I continue, my knuckles flexing against the steering wheel as I hit the gas. “I work out at the gym every day, yet a day of walking around the fucking labyrinth that is Disneyland threatens to take me out.”

She smiles wide, surely at the way my voice lowered when I realized Caeli had fallen asleep.

In the rearview mirror, I watch as Caeli’s tiny chest rises and falls, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she snores—the cutest little hum.

I scoff at the absurdity of feelings this little girl is eliciting in me, and keep my eyes on the road ahead. One day and she’s got me wrapped around her finger. Much like the woman with whom she shares blood currently sitting to my right.

Wynter leans in close to me, her hand rubbing back and forth against my thigh as she whispers in my ear. “Because I promised to let you fuck me in every which way you wanted when we got back home, but if you’re too exhausted form a day of having too much fun…”

“Oh, no you don’t,” I say, gripping her chin in between my fingers as she tries to pull away. She bites her bottom lip and all I want to do is throw her over my lap to do the same. “You’re fucking mine tonight. The moment we get home and put the little bugger to bed, Uncle D is fucking every single one of your pretty little holes until my name is imprinted on every inch of your body.”

Yup, that’s my prize for a day at the so-called happiest place on earth. Not for me. My happy place is in between Wynter Servite’s legs.

As promised, I did. I fucked Wynter in every single way imaginable, though I still didn’t see my name written anywhere on her body. Seeing my mark on my woman would only cement how real this was. Lying beside her in bed, both of us completely naked while Caeli was sound asleep next door, it did something awfully terrifying to me. It forced me to imagine this could be us in some alternate future reality.

In bed together after a long day out or at work, with our kid fast asleep in their room next door. It’s wild to me that I’m even considering that being a possibility. Even if it were in some fantasy world we lived in. Much like today which was all based on fantasy.

I lay my head against her stomach, and use my fingers to trace my name along her skin. From her stomach, down to her upper thigh, I take my time spelling out my name and the word mine countless times. Her body squirms beneath my touch and if she weren’t already so exhausted from the five orgasms I already gave her tonight, I know she’d be back on me, riding my cock in the way only she knows how.

“Mine,” I mutter out loud. “I want to tattoo the words on you, leave a permanent mark to prove to you and everyone that you’re mine.”

My fingers fall between her legs, rubbing softly against her clit mesmerized at the way her legs slowly fall open. “Damon, I don’t know if I can anymore tonight.”

“Shh,” I tell her, slowing my pace. “Just feel my fingers, baby. Let me make you feel good, you don’t have to put any effort into this one.” My fingers keep their steady pace, spreading her lips slightly apart so I can see her glistening arousal. I lick through her folds, applying a slightly deeper pressure against her clit as I suck her, drowning in her sweetness.

“Mine, forever mine.”

“Do it,” she says, sitting up slightly, and reaching for me. She cups my chin in her hand, bringing her face down to mine, before placing a soft kiss against my lips. She tastes herself on me and moans when I deepen the kiss. “Mark me Damon,” she whimpers in between kisses. “Brand me as yours because that’s what I am.”

I freeze, pulling away when I hear those words leave her lips. A jolt of excitement rushes through me. My need to possess—something I’ve always struggled with suppressing—is now sitting in the front row at her admission. This woman is giving me the green light, begging me to brand her mine, and I’m willing to do just that.

“Are you sure, Princess?” I ask her in disbelief. Her big blue eyes, so clear they’re practically gleaming in the dimly lit room, watch me intently. “Do you realize what you’re allowing me to do?”

She nods, her face free of any makeup since our shower earlier when we came home, makes her look so young and innocent. “Yes, I’ve always wanted a tattoo, just never knew what I’d get. But this, something you write on my skin, whatever you choose, it will be perfect.”

The thought of my name on her skin does something to me.

Reaching into my nightstand, I pull out the tattoo gun I haven’t used in months. Ever since my time at the foster home, where I quickly learned to use a tattoo gun on myself and others, I’d done most of my work myself. I sit up and dig through the case, digging up a tube of numbing cream. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, heading to the bathroom for a clean towel and some warm water to clean the area I’ll be working on.

Once I’m back in the room, I notice she’s changed position, now lying more toward the edge of the bed. I drag the armchair by the window to the edge of the bed and take a seat, reaching for her and dragging her slightly closer to the edge. “I’m only going to ask you once more, Wynter. Are you sure about this? Tattoos, baby, they’re not temporary.”

“They’re permanent, Damon, and no matter what happens between us, I'm permanently yours.” I don’t pay attention to the twinge of guilt I feel hearing her say those words. Even more, I ignore the way my heart feels the same way.

I nod, taking the washcloth and soaking it in the warm water, squeezing any excess out before placing it over her skin. My hands are clean so I refuse to use any gloves that will prevent me from feeling her skin beneath my touch as I make my mark.

She gasps and I can’t help but laugh. “That’s just water baby.”

“Don’t laugh at me okay, I know it’s going to hurt. It’s just the anticipation that has me shaking.”

“I’ll try to numb it but you’ll still be able to feel a pinch, especially here.” I trail my fingers over her upper thigh right under her hip bone. “This is a really sensitive spot.”

“Just do it already,” she says, lying back and closing her eyes. “I want your mark on my skin.”

“Eyes on me, Princess. I want you watching as I do this.” She groans in annoyance but does as I say and sits up, resting on her elbows. She looks fucking perfect. Her hair falls in a tangled mess over her shoulders, the longest strands teasing her nipples. I drape her legs over mine as I rub a small amount of cream over the skin I’m going to work on.

Prepping my gun with a new sterile needle straight out of the package, I lean it against her skin allowing her to feel the soft vibrations. “Okay you ready, I’m just going to free hand it.”

“Mmm,” she moans, so turned on by what I’m about to do. I start off slowly, letting the needle do all the work as I write out the first letter. I rarely do my best work using fine lines but I know for this, I have to make it as delicately as possible.

The vibrations mixed with the small sting of pain I know she’s feeling, makes her throw her head back as a louder cry leaves her lips.

“Fuck,” she curses, annoyed. “How is this turning me on so fucking much? What have you done to me?” She sits up straighter, holding my gaze as I look up at her quizzically. “It’s like since the moment I came back to you, all I can think about is sex. Sex with you, your cock in my mouth, in my pussy. Your tongue and lips over every inch of me. I need therapy.”

We both laugh at her rant and although she’s not wrong, because I feel the same way about her, I let her talk, distracting her from the pain she’s feeling as I continue spelling out the rest of the word.

I take another twenty minutes until I finish, completely satisfied with the way it turned out. Quickly cleaning up the area with the damp towel, I apply a bit of healing ointment before taking her hand in mine and pulling her upright.

Wyn’s eyes watch me curiously, wondering what I’m about to do. I lead her over to the full-length mirror hung up on the wall and watch mesmerized as her eyes widen in surprise.

“Mine,” she whispers, reading the word I tattooed on her upper thigh.

I brush her hair over her shoulder to one side, running my fingers over the strand of diamond she has yet to take off. With one hand under the tattoo, the other around the back of her neck, I lean into her trailing soft kisses against the exposed flesh of her neck as she throws her head back slowly.

“Arch your back forward, baby,” I command, ready to test out the true power of what I’ve just done. The tattoo on her says mine, let's see how true that is.

Wynter’s eyes glisten with desire as she arches her lower back and pushes her ass up against my cock, teasing me as she wiggles slightly. “Tell me Damon, tell me what to do.”

Her voice, fuck her voice. So hot and low, breathless and fucking seductive.

“Perfect,” I tell her, grabbing my hard cock in my hands. I line myself up with her entrance, easily slamming it into her drenched and aching pussy. Wynter cries out in pleasure, her pussy instantly tightening around me as she feels the thickness of my dick stretching her wider and wider until she’s perfectly wrapped around me. I thrust in and out of her hard and fast, gripping her ass as I fuck her. I need to feel her lips wrap around me, sucking me dry like they know I own her.

I know she feels my cock go deeper with every thrust, squeezing her eyes shut when the intensity becomes too much. I wrap her white hair around my fist, a stark contrast to the black ink on my knuckles, and tug her head back hard. “Look at me baby, watch me through the mirror. Watch how I claim what’s mine. How I mark you with my cock just like I marked you with my gun.”

Wynter lets out a high-pitched moan, her voice cracking as she whimpers in ecstasy. I pull her hair harder and I push deeper inside of her.

“Fuck. God yes, Damon. Fuck, harder, baby please,” she shrieks and it only eggs me on. She begs me not to stop, her ass slapping against me and turning bright red as I slam into her.

“Hold on Princess,” I tell her, “Use your hands to hold on to the mirror for this.” She obeys, placing her palms on the mirror in front of her to hold herself up. I bring my free hand currently holding her by her waist and smack her across her ass, watching her red cheeks bounce against my flesh as I continue to thrust inside her.

I’m so fucking close, so ready to come inside of her, something I haven’t stopped doing since our first time together. I’d fucked no one raw, no one only her.

I pull out of her only to thrust in hard one last time, my throbbing cock ready to implode. “Fuck, Wynter, look what you do to me. I’m going to come. Come with me Princess, fuck please come on my cock baby, on your cock.”

Her moans grow louder, her movement quicker and more desperate as her orgasm builds inside of her, and just like that, we’re both thrown over the edge, our orgasms equally deafening, threatening to take us out from just how intense this between us is. Her pussy tightens around my cock, as she pumps me, riding out her orgasm and squeezing her own tits as she stares at me through the reflection on the glass.

Sliding off of me, my baby girl kneels on the floor between my legs. She reaches for me, stroking me hard and fast as she stares into my eyes.

I don’t recognize the woman looking back at me. This goddess is overcome by desire, hypnotized by pleasure and obeying ever command like a fucking good little girl.

I watch my cock disappear into her mouth, her hot and needy mouth which knows exactly how to pleasure me. She sucks me hard, taking her time licking around my shaft, the piercing she fucking loves so much, tasting her own arousal on me as she brings me back to the precipice of another orgasm. She releases me, grabbing her perfect round tits in her hands, she wraps them around my cock, sliding up and down along my cock. I watch mesmerized as she lets me fuck her tits, the sight to fucking much for me to handle.

“Come on my tits, Damon. I’ve had no one come on them. I want you to be her first. You’re the first of so many for me.”

“Fuck, Wyn, this feels to good, ma.” My hot come spurts out onto her tits covering her in my seed. Though she quickly wraps her warm mouth back around me to take me down her throat. The sight of her between my legs, my cock in her mouth as my com drips down her mouth, along her neck and coats her chest. This is it. My forever is right here with this woman.

“Get up,” I command her, and she does, standing on trembling legs. I lay her back down on the bed. Wrapping her legs around me as I kneel at her feet.

“Mine. Mark my fucking words Wynter Servite, you are forever mine.”