CHAPTER 23: LITTLE LIGHT

–Damien–

Her breathing was like music on my ears. But it’s like a symphony when it is mixed with sweet moans. My Goddess, I loved it when she had her climax. She shivers good and she smacks me hard from it. I love her sadistic way... it makes me aroused. Wait, I think whatever she does makes me aroused.

I trace kisses on her neck as I grin and leave a mark on his neck. I usually leave marks on her chests and between her legs but this is the first time for her neck. Her milky white skin. I wanted to just bite it and sucked it like crazy.

"Damon," She gasps. "I’m hungry, let’s end this."

"But I haven’t–" Reasoning with her is very terrifying.

"I will not let you, if you continue playing."

It seems that holding it for so long would make me die. So, I continue thrusting until I am done. She was too. She’s probably tired from my foreplay. She pushed me away like I was some kind of sex toy. But, who cares, as long as she plays me.

She stared at nowhere... at the open window. I wonder if she could see. But according to Laura, it was total blindness. Only darkness and not even a light.

I took her to the bathroom, helped her wash her parts thoroughly. She rubbed her body like she was disgusted by what I did, yet she was moaning loudly in pleasure.

I know every part of her body. The sensitivity of every part, and I am expert on making her satisfied three times in a row. It was printed in my mind. I studied her so well. And if she’s an area of study, she’s my favorite and expertise.

"Are we leaving today?" She asked while drying herself with a fresh towel.

"Hmm, I’m worried that’s not the case." I answered with a smirk as she turned to me with a scowl.

It’s probably her instinct on where I am. But I noticed that she was more direct to where I am but she didn’t look at my face directly.

I took a step and reached her chin as her eyes were now directed to my face.

"I am tall, my wife. You have to look up." I teased as she smacked me that was probably meant for my arm but it landed on my chest.

"I probably survived because we were fucking all night after dinner. Now, I will leave this residence on my own."

"Hmm, mom said that she wanted to get to know you. So, why not stay? Besides, I’ll work from home."

"Your mother?" Her brows furrowed. She has thick well maintained eyebrows that are as color as her hair.

"And grandma too."

I turned to the wardrobe and picked up a white dress.

"I’m going to wear black." She said but I handed out the white. She caressed it and tossed it. "That doesn’t feel like black."

I heard that there are people who can know the color with closed eyes and only by touching the object.

I wonder if she had that kind of gift.

I picked up a black maxi dress that she usually wears. It’s a tube and I wanted them to see my marks.

"This is the only black that we had here." I lied but she took it anyway. Then, I helped her lather sunscreen all over her body and teased her. She didn’t react much.

We headed downstairs once we were fully dressed. Jane, her nurse, waited downstairs.

Also, this time she didn’t wear any sunglasses, I liked it more since I could see those beautiful crystal purple eyes. Once we reached the main floor, I stopped her as I pulled her toward me. I reached her chin up and she looked directly at my face but not directly at my eyes.

She still can’t see but I want to think that she’s looking at me because she always glared at me most of the time back then.

"Alright, after breakfast, you can chat with mom and grandma, then, later this afternoon, we can go for a walk or to the mall..."

She raised her hand to reach my wrist which she successfully did and she pulled it down.

"I would rather stay at home and get bored."

"Oh, dear. We won’t bite. We just want to talk about the plans for our family to get together." Mom speaks as I look at her. Livana turned her way. "Besides, I’m your mother-in-law, now. It’ll be best if our families get together."

"I doubt that it’ll be a peaceful one, Mrs. Blackwell."

Mom laughed as I rolled my eyes.

"You are already a Blackwell, by law."

"I still refer to myself by my family name, Mrs. Blackwell. No offense,"

"Non-taken, dear."

"Good Morning!" Laura exclaimed as I looked up as she descended down the stairs with Damien following her behind. "Good morning, Auntie, hello, sis." She also wears something powerful. She pushed me away from Livana as she kissed her sister’s cheeks and hugged her. She then pulled a group of curls of Livana’s silver hair over her shoulder to cover the mark that I put.

"So, Damon has been tiring you nonstop."

"Take me home," I heard Livana whisper but Laura sighed.

"I have to go right to the office. You gave me a big responsibility this time. Besides," Laura whispered to her ear but Livana’s expressions were still the same. Monotonous as always. I moved closer as Laura pulled away and Livana sighed.

"Fine," She mumbled.

"Let’s have breakfast?" Laura asked as I reached Livana’s hand and gently pushed Laura away. We glared at each other like he took Livana like our possession.

"Our chef makes your favorite breakfast."

–Laura–

As promised, the Chef that he hired that would cook for me anytime is here with us. He prepared my meal, especially. I ate wholeheartedly. Food comforts me well. Although I can’t see... the food that tastes like this is like heaven to me. I could just imagine how it looks.

But now, with a little light, a little colors, I am relieved that soon, I’ll have my sight back and enjoy each meal that the Chef prepares.

"Oh, I have to go." Laura said. "Damien, babe. We have to go. Can we pack up a sandwich or something, Chef?"

"Yes, it’s ready, Miss Laura." I heard the Chef said.

"Thank you so much."

"You are always welcome, miss."

"Alright, sorry that we have to leave early. Auntie~~"I heard a smooch. Did she just smooch Damon’s mom? "Grandma," Did she do the same to the feisty grandmother?

"By the way, it’s currently chaos at home if you heard." Laura added. "So, we will push the family dinner some other time."

"Hmm, sure, dear." Amiliee said. She still sounded sweet.

"Here, babe." Damon led my head to wherever my fork was placed. I looked down and saw the food only a little. I blink as I try to pick the piece of avocado toast.

"You don’t look blind at all." Tyrona’s voice echoed as I heard the chair being dragged.

"Oh, so you live here?" I asked as I finally forked it off my plate and brought it to my mouth instinctively.

"I live here longer than you."

"Hmm," I shrugged. "I don’t plan to live here, don’t worry. If you want Damon, you can have him. I mean, he probably needs a sex doll to play when I’m asleep."

"Oh, dear." I heard Damon’s grandma reacted.

"You are more like a sex doll than I am Livana."

That insult doesn’t affect me, but she may be right. At least, Damon knows how to thrust those hips and use that mouth to please me. From what I heard, men don’t do such things to sex toys or sex dolls. They just rammed it like animals.

"Sex dolls are like mistresses. I am a legal wife, Tyrona. But then, I think it’s inappropriate to talk about this over meal. My apologies,"

I felt Damon’s hand over my lap.

"So, you really think that I would screw a sex doll casually?"

"Damon, let’s stop that now." Amiliee, Damon’s mother exclaimed but Damon didn’t listen.

"Babe, sex doll’s don’t cum like you do. So, I think Tyrona mistook what she saw."

"Oh, please!" Amiliee sounded frustrated as I pushed his hand away over my lap.

"Stop that topic, now, Damon. Your mom told you to stop."

He stopped.

"Sorry, mom. Sorry, Grandma." He sighed. "I don’t like how Tyrona approach my wife. But anyway, she can stay here, find a suitable Blackwell, probably David or she can go after Brandon."

I shrugged as I enjoyed another set of small pieces of toast with toppings over as it exploded on my tastebuds.

I chewed my food and swallowed it before I speak,

"Chef Wally," I called.

"Yes, Miss Livy,"

"I like the new mix that you made. What’s in it?"

"I put cream cheese on it, Miss. I thought you’d like it."

I smiled.

"Yes, it’s delicious. Thank you. But I heard about cucumbers with cream cheese, can we do that tomorrow?"

"Certainly,"

"Thank you." The food is indeed delicious. This is my simple happiness. With Chef Wally, I could eat all I want. I am glad that I stopped Damon from killing him over some fish bone.