Lisa's P.O. V.
We started on the kitchen table, but that's not where we ended. My hands were bound by a soft silk scarf of mine that Davis made into an impromptu bind. He was being creative, trying new things since I told him he could do what he wanted. I enjoyed seeing him think, seeing what some of his fantasies were. It helped that everything he had done so far had brought me immense pleasure.
"Are you sure you' re okay for me to keep going?" Davis asked again. He'd gotten worried as we continued that I would be too sore, or that I was already hurting and not saying a word.
"I promise I'm fine, more than fine. Please, Davis, keep going."
That's all the permission he needed as he gripped my hips firmly with his large, rough hands. He penetrated me deeply in this position which allowed him deeper access than I thought possible. He pounded into me hard, making his balls hit my clit with each hard thrust. He had grabbed my hair again, pulling back on it so that I had to look up. It didn't hurt, but it showed he was in charge in a way. I liked it more than I thought I would.
I'd already had about four orgasms. The last one was so intense that I couldn't move without my clit feeling like it would burst. Davis was on a whole other level right now, but I could see him starting to tire. He thrusted deeper and harder into me, causing me to yell in absolute pleasure. The smack of his balls against me had my toes curling with each thrust. He was close, I could tell by the way he was grunting. I felt the burst of his seed inside me as he stilled, burying deep inside me.
"Thank you for my gift, Lisa."
He kissed my shoulder before plopping on the bed beside me. In the position we had been in he couldn't stay inside me like he normally liked. Unless he wanted to crush me with his weight.
"Thank you for mine. Want to go for a ride?" I asked him excitedly.
He gave me that deep chuckle, the one that rumbles in his chest and makes my heart flutter. He brushed my cheekbone lightly with his thumb, staring at me admiringly.
"Of course, I do. I love it when you drive."
I smiled brightly at him, glad that he didn't mind sitting on the back. I knew a few too many men, Lucas included, who hate to sit on the back. They feel it degrading as the man. Although, with Lucas, it's just that he has to be in control of any bike or vehicle he's in. His is more trauma than an ego thing.
"Let's shower and go. We can visit Izzy in her new house. You never did tell me how she liked it when you gave it to her."
"She punched me pretty hard, but then she hugged me real tight and ran inside." He laughed at the memory and it made me smirk. Sounded just like her.
"Sounds about right."
Izzy is an interesting girl.
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"I thought you didn't mind me driving the bike," I complained to Davis, dropping the keys in the bowl by the attached garage door. He had been gripping me tightly on the way back home from Izzy's.
"I don't, but I do mind when you' re being reckless," he snapped at me.
Is this a fight?
"I was not being reckless. I was just having some fun."
"Lisa, if you' re going to drive that like I'm going to have to take the bike back." He was making me feel like a child.
"Davis Erik Havard!" I yelled his full name so he knew how badly he messed up. "I am not a child. You can't ground me like one. I'm your girlfriend, your equal. Don't try to tell me what I can and cannot do!"
Davis froze for a moment, taking a step back. He stared at me, surprised, shocked really. I don't think anyone has ever scolded him before. It seemed to root him in place for a good minute.
"You' re right," he finally spoke.
"Damn right, I'm right."
"Lisa, I just want you to be safe. Please, for me, would you just drive more carefully?" His eyes were large, begging me to put him out of his misery.
"I'll be more careful, but I can't promise I'll always go the speed limit." I winked at him, running off with a giggle.
"Don't let me catch you, Lisa."
He chased after me, making me laugh harder. I raced upstairs to our room, wanting him to catch me and wrap me in those arms of his. The arms that have always made me feel safe and warm.
My happy place.
He caught up to me before I even opened our bedroom door. He spun me around, until my back was against the wall and his hands were on either side of my face.
"I said don't let me catch you."
I smiled up at him, loving this new game. He gave me a smirk back before tenderly kissing me.
"I have something serious to talk to you about."
I furrowed my brows, not sure what it could be. There's already been so much bad news, so many dark secrets revealed. I can't deal with anything more right now.
"Okay, I'm listening, but if it's bad news, can we wait until tomorrow?"
"It's not bad news. Just a question."
My heart thundered against my chest. A question. Is it the question?
"Okay, shoot."
"I have made all these plans for bringing your father to justice, but I am not the one who should be seeking it. In my need to keep you safe, I overtook your revenge on your father. Lisa, do you want to go through with my whole plan? Do you want Lucius to hurt your father? To hurt him so badly he remembers it all his life?"
The question was unexpected. Yes, Davis had made plans of his own to hurt my dad. He'd kept me informed and he helped me to make my plan a reality. With his help and Mandy's I was able to dig up dirt dad that I would be releasing tonight. Pictures of dad in those illegal sex clubs, the video of him hitting me. The pictures of the girls at those clubs after he finished with them. The world will see the kind of monster my father is finally.
I stayed silent a while longer, thinking further. Yes, I want Dad to hurt, but for some reason the idea of torturing him didn't sit right with me. He'd tortured me emotionally for years. Abused Lucas all of our lives, and abused mom both physically and emotionally. He deserves to feel pain, to know what it's like to live with that abuse. I just don't want to be responsible for torturing him. I may not be the one to do it, but I would be complacent in it.
"No, I don't want that," I finally decided. "It feels like too much."
Davis seemed like he was disappointed with my answer. His hand fisted beside me against the wall. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before opening those beautiful blue eyes again.
"Okay, Lisa, then we won't do it. Tell me what you want to do, what do you want to happen?"
I smiled at him, feeling extremely respected and loved at the moment.
"I want him to feel broken. I think the best way of doing that is to ruin his business. Help me ruin his image and take down his business. Let his embezzlements and illegal activities come to light. Lucas already said he would hire the workers that did not help or coconspire in those activities. His business has been taking off more, especially with him staying home with Abi more. His ideas have been running wild."
"Okay, my little warrior. I will make it happen."
"Thank you, Davis," I whispered tenderly, feeling so much love for the man before me.
My savior, my guardian, my strength.
"We'll start tomorrow," he said.
"Okay, so for tonight, how about we keep trying to make a baby?" I winked at him, sliding out from between his arms and running towards our room again.
He gave chase, catching me and throwing me down on the bed. He was on me within seconds, turning me on the way only he can. The night felt short as we tangled in the sheets together. There was no breaking us apart, fucking like rabbits. It wasn't until 2 in the morning that we finally stopped, tired and spent. There was absolutely no energy left in either of us.
"Goodnight, my future child's mother." He kissed my forehead, filling my heart with such joy at his words.
"Goodnight, my future child's father."
We fell asleep with smiles on our faces. Too bad tomorrow didn't bring the same happiness.