A/N Haven't updated in a while and this chapter came out really long. Hard to stop when I get on a roll. Hope no one minds! ~Dixie
Dixie woke up first and gently shook Jon to get him awake. He groaned and rubbed his eyes "what is it babe?"
"It's Christmas! Time to get up and open your presents!"
He smiled, "alright, I will get up. Let me go to the bathroom and we will open presents. Will you make us some coffee?"
"I sure will, baby." She leaned down and pecked his lips and rolled out of the king sized bed. She ran into the kitchen and put on a pot of real coffee and turned off the oven. She made them both a cup and joined her man in the living room. He had just sat down on the couch and was yawning. His hair was messy but she thought he looked gorgeous. She grinned at him and he caught her looking.
"Why the fuck are you grinning at me like that?" he asked with a smile.
"I think you're beautiful, and you are all mine, that's why." She handed him his coffee and sat beside him. He gently kissed her and rubbed his thumb across her cheek. "Well, I think the same thing when I look at you, babe."
She brushed his hair back and gazed into his eyes. She could only think about how much she loves him and how happy he looked. She regained her focus and quickly stood back up. "So, how about we tear into these presents, huh?"
He nodded and she started grabbing their packages from under the tree, stacking his beside him and hers on the other side of the couch. She sat back down and pointed at the box she wanted him to open first. "Why do I have to go first?" he wondered.
"Because I said so. Come on, just do it!" He smirked at her and ripped open the first box. It was the shirts she had gotten him from Hot Topic and Spencer's. He took them out and smiled "thanks, Dix. They are awesome!"
"Okay, now this one!" He sighed because he impatiently wanted her to open her gifts from him. He tore the paper off and opened the box. He smiled "you trying to tell me you don't like my boxers?"
She giggled "yes, that is what I am saying! They are so plain. These are much better! And you need new socks and all that. Can't have you looking ratty!"
"Ha! Well, thank you, babe."
He finally opened his cologne she bought him and the military jacket was last. He took it out and stared at it. She was afraid he didn't like it. "Do you not like it?"
"No, no, babe I love it. I never would buy one for myself, but I always wanted one. Thank you." She smiled "whew! I hoped you would."
"I do. Everything is great. Now it is your turn."
He handed her the box from Victoria's Secret first. "I hope you like this."
"I am sure I will." She opened it up, saw the black babydoll, and pulled it out. "Oh wow! Is this present for me or you?" she said with a grin.
"Both!"
She pulled out the white merrywidow and stood, holding it up to her. "Oooh, I love this!"
"You are my naughty angel so you might as well look like it!" he laughed.
She laughed back and smacked his arm. She opened the perfume next and told him she liked the way it smelled. He scored that as a victory in his head that she liked it. The last box was from the jewelry store. She tore back the paper and saw the black velvet box from Zales. She looked over at him and he was smiling, his eyes wide with anticipation. He whispered, "open it."
She flipped open the lid and saw the necklace. "Oh my God, it is beautiful!" She saw the ring and picked it up. "Jon…"
He took the ring from her and held her hand. "Dix, I want you to wear this. It is a promise ring. I promise to love you, take care of you, protect you and never let you down. And one day, when we are ready, I promise to make you my wife and I won't make you wait four years to know I want to marry you. Just you being here has made my life complete and I swear there will never come a day I fail to show you what your love means to me." He slipped it on her finger and kissed her hand. She started to cry and threw her arms around him.
"I love you so much! Thank you, baby! It is perfect!" He held her in his arms and softly rubbed her back to soothe her, amazed at her reaction. "Shh, I didn't mean to make you cry." He was relieved she didn't freak out about him getting the ring for her and surprised himself at how easily the words came. He would never have thought he could open himself up like that and let someone get so close to him but he realized his faith in her was finally rewarded.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break down like that, but it is beautiful and what you said just touched my heart."
"I meant every word. You have made me a very happy man, happier than I ever thought I would be or deserved to be."
"You are a good man, and you deserve only good things in your life. Baby, I am sorry that I hurt you…"
"Don't. It's all over. You are here with me now and that is the only fucking thing I care about."
"Okay. I will shut up. Will you get the stockings down for us, please?"
He got up and took them off the hooks, handing hers to her. They took everything out and she got excited when she saw the chocolate."Mmmm, yes this is the good shit here!"
He chuckled, "of course, but you have to at least let me try a piece."
"Maybe. If you are good boy."
"Oh, I am always a good boy." He reached over and kissed her. "Thank you for all of this, Dixie. Honestly this is the best Christmas I have ever had."
"I am glad. It's not over yet though. You still have to eat my delicious dinner I am making for you!"
"Oh, can't forget that!" he said, teasing her.
"Nope, sure can't. Let's get this stuff picked up so I can go finish cooking."
"No, you go ahead. I will pick all the paper up and take out the garbage."
"Okay baby." She kissed his forehead and went into the kitchen to pick up where she left off.
Back in Iowa, Colby was hungover from the night before, out drinking with his brother. When he got up, he was tired of looking at Dixie's stuff everywhere so he got trash bags and started throwing her clothes into it. He got suitcases down from the top of the closet and put them on the bed. Then he saw a black duffel bag in the back of the closet that he didn't recall seeing before. He took it down and opened it up. He saw ropes and handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, every kind of sex toy imaginable. He thought about it and started to get sick, knowing none of that she had used with him. He zipped the bag back up and tossed it across the room. He felt tears coming to his eyes, but he choked them back. He screamed and kicked the bed, then went downstairs and poured himself another drink. He had that one, then several more after it. He couldn't force the image of Jon screwing Dixie out of his head.
He thought back to when they first got together and she would want him to manhandle her, to tie her to the bed and forcefully have sex with her. She urged him to be rougher and to go to the sex shop with him, but he told her he didn't want to hurt her, and he was too embarrassed to go in one of those places. He remembered her trying to get him to look online with her since he didn't want to go to the shop, and he remembered telling her that he wasn't comfortable with tying her up or using toys with her. He kicked himself for not realizing that was the start of their downfall. He recalled when he got home and she had been dressed only in his vest and wished he could go back to that moment and maybe she wouldn't have left. He thought that must have been the instant he lost her. He blamed himself for not satisfying her fantasies and pushing her into Jon's arms. He knew he loved her, but finally realized she needed more from him that he never gave. It was killing him to think about her being with Jon right then while he was all alone on Christmas. He poured another drink, trying to drown the thoughts that were invading his mind.
Colby replayed what she said to him the night she left over and over in his mind. 'Don't blame him because I initiated it... I never thought I would fall in love with him but I have. He is the one I want. I want a man who makes me feel wanted and loved, not like an old, comfortable shoe.'
"She initiated it but he didn't have to go along with it! My so-called best friend fucking my woman behind my back for five goddamn months! And my other so-called best hiding it from me too. Who can I even fucking trust anymore?" He was so angry, he decided to call Jon again and see if he would answer. He wanted to scream and curse and make them as miserable as they made him. He picked up his phone and tried Jon's number again.
Jon saw it was Colby calling, and stepped into the bedroom where Dixie couldn't hear. He answered the call and Colby was shocked that he actually picked up. "Yeah, man?" Jon said.
Colby's speech was slurring, "that's all the fuck you are going to say to me? Don't I get some smart-ass comment from the great and magnificent talker that is Jon Good?"
He sighed, "what do you want, Colby?"
"I want a lot of things, man. I want your fucking heart on a silver platter for starters. Oh and your dick then you won't be fucking anyone. You fucking asshole. I trusted you, man, with my life. I let you crash at my house, all the while you are fucking my girlfriend. Right under my goddamn nose! Did you fuck her in our house? In our bed? On our dining room table? Our shower?"
"Stop it, bro."
"Oh, don't you fucking dare call me 'bro' bro. We ain't bros no more. How could you take her away from me, Jon? You know how much I love her! Fuck, you came with me to pick out a ring for her! You knew I was going to propose and sat there with your fake-ass smile, knowing that she loved you. You knew she fucking stayed with me because of Joe. Why did you do it, man?"
"Colby, look, I am sorry for how all this turned out. Neither one of us planned on…"
"Yeah she told me she started this shit with you. Why the hell didn't you just turn her down? You didn't have to fuck her and keep on fucking her. You had to fall in love with my girlfriend, the woman I love, the one I wanted to marry? You just had to take her away and lay some bullshit on her to make her love you too didn't you? Why didn't you stick with those skanky whores you love so much and leave my Dixie alone? Have you fucked Joe's woman too?"
"Nah man. It's not like that at all. I am sorry we hurt you but I won't apologize for loving her."
"I am going to tear your fucking heart out of your chest when I see you, you son-of-a-bitch. Just like you did mine. I am going to rip your goddamn nuts off and stuff them down your fucking throat and you will know how I feel, you fucking piece of gutter trash!"
"Okay, you are pissed, I get it, but you need to shut the fuck up right now. I would break you in half, you scrawny, half-wit pussy, if you are stupid enough to step to me. You want someone to blame, look in the fucking mirror, shithead. I didn't beg her to cheat with me, she came on to me because you couldn't man up and please your woman. You treated her like your fucking maid, having her take care of all your shit while you were gone and fucking her like she was the hired help when you were home. You don't understand her or care to try. You never gave a shit or noticed that she was miserable. You were happy having her on a damn leash, waiting for the day when you would decide to marry her, like a douchebag. You had her, she loved you and you ignored her. You stopped treating her like she was a priority in your life so don't get your panties in a fucking twist because she went looking for someone else and found me. I won't ever make her feel as lonely and fucking unappreciated as you fucking did. If you loved her like you should have instead of being a dick, she would have never left your ignorant ass. It is great how you are acting like the victim, like you were faithful to her the whole time you were together. I promised her I wouldn't go looking for a fight, but I fucking swear if you start with me, I will leave you broken in a hellacious bloody fucking pile. I won't let you hurt her so you best not start shit with her either. We will come get her shit and it had better be in the same condition it was when she left or you will pay for it with your ass."
Jon hung up the phone and threw it on his bed. He got a hold on himself before walking out of the bedroom. Part of him hoped that Colby would come after him so he could beat the hell out of him. He didn't want to make Dixie mad at him, but he wouldn't stand for Colby running his mouth like that again. He took a deep breath and went into the kitchen, wanting to put his arms around Dixie. She was peeling potatoes when he came up behind her and pressed his body against hers. He held her tightly, nuzzling his nose in her hair. "Hey, baby. You are very cuddly all of sudden. I like it."
"I just needed to hold you for a minute, Dix." She put down the knife and turned around, looking up into his eyes. He looked troubled to her. She reached up to stroke the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.
"I am all yours, Jon. You can hold me anytime. You know you can tell me anything too. Is something bothering you?"
"It's nothing, babe. And I know I can confide in you, always."
"It's not nothing. Does it have anything to do with that phone call?"
"You heard?"
"I just heard it ringing. Who was it?"
"Colby."
"Oh shit. I see. What did he want?"
"To tear me a new asshole."
"I'm sorry about all this, Jon."
"No, don't be. It is not all your fault. I want you here with me and he is just going to have to get over it or not. I don't really give a shit. It won't change a damn thing. He has a right to be pissed, because I would be too. He can yell at me all he wants, I am a man, I can take it, but he had better not get obnoxious with you. I promised you not to go looking for a fight, but I have a feeling it is coming to me."
"I deserve him to yell at me. I hurt him so badly and I never should have let things go on so long before I left him. I was disloyal to him, and no matter the reason, I still cheated. Don't get me wrong, I love you and I am glad I am with you. You are a much better match for me, but I wish he didn't get caught in the crossfire."
"I know what you mean, Dix." He kissed her on the temple and grabbed a beer, going to sit down at the table. He watched her as she finished peeling potatoes and talked to her while she cooked. When everything was done, she spread everything out on the table and made Jon say grace. They ate their big meal until they were both stuffed. They retired to the living room to snuggle on the couch and spend the afternoon watching more Christmas movies. After they ate dinner that night, Dixie put everything away and Jon helped her wash dishes. He told her he felt like it was the least he could do after all she did for him. He never wanted her to feel taken for granted.
That night, he played You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch for her from his iPad and even sang a verse for her. She giggled at him, "I didn't know you could sing like that, Jon! Your voice is sexy!"
"You think so?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Definitely. So sexy and deep. I think if you ever get tired of getting the shit beat out of you for money, you could make a living as a singer!"
"Hey, stop teasing me woman!" he told her with a laugh.
"I was only half teasing! Your voice really is nice though. I could listen to you talk for hours."
"You could?"
"Yep."
"That's really good, because I tend to fucking ramble on when I get started."
"I know, but I like it."
"Hmmm, you must really love my ass if you like to hear me ramble" he remarked with a big smile.
"Why, yes I do. I really love you, and your ass by the way." She stood up and lightly touched his cheek. "Excuse me for a minute, I need to go powder my nose." She winked at him and he nodded as she walked away. He stretched out on the couch and looked around him. He still couldn't believe how much her presence had changed his apartment and his life. He felt like he had a real home now and he vowed to himself to do whatever he had to do to keep her happy.
While Dixie was in the bathroom, she changed into the feathered merrywidow he got her. She stared at herself in the mirror and agreed it kind of made her look like an angel, but she planned to act like a devil. She slipped the white hose on and hooked them to the garters. She didn't have any heels, but she didn't think Jon would care too much. She sprayed a mist of the perfume he bought her and walked out of the bedroom. He caught a glimpse of her and his heart stopped. He shot up of the couch and stared at her up and down. "Dixie, my God you look heaven-sent."
She smiled, "I'm glad you like it, I mean you did pick it out."
"I did, but I never dreamed it would look this beautiful on you." He curled his arm around her waist and slid his hand down to grip her ass, his tongue assaulting her mouth as he backed her into the bedroom. She pulled his wifebeater over his head and felt the back of her knees hit the bed. She growled at him and reached for string to his sweats. He fought back a smile at the animal he drew out of her. He swatted her hands away and spun her around. He curled his hand around her throat, "nuh uh. You didn't ask permission did you?"
She quietly answered, "no, I didn't. I am sorry."
"You're damn right you're sorry. But so you don't forget again, you know I have to punish you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now bend over." She did as he demanded and placed her hands flat on the bed. She felt him pull down her panties and suddenly a hard smack to her ass cheek. She let out a whimper and he hit her again. He dropped his bottoms and stood behind her naked, rubbing his hard cock against her pussy. She arched her back and softly moaned, aching for him to be inside her. He yanked her hair back and struck her a few more times until her flesh was red and stinging. Now she was very wet and pleading for him to stop. "Have you learned your fucking lesson yet?"
"Yes, Jon, I will be good. Please just fuck me. I need you inside me, please."
"Since you asked nicely…" He roughly thrust his thick shaft deep inside her and she cried out from the sweet intrusion. He gripped her hips and propped his leg on the bed to angle deeper, slamming harder into her. She clawed at the sheets and screamed, not caring who heard. He loved hearing her moans for him and he knew she liked it when he talked dirty to her.
"Screaming for my dick like a whore aren't you? Did you miss being fucked and used by me? Did you? Did you miss this big dick pounding your sweet little pussy?" He slapped her ass and shouted "answer me goddamn it!"
She yelled, "yes, fuck yes I missed your dick!"
"You are such a fucking slut!" He pulled out of her and shoved her down on the bed. She scooted away from him and he grabbed her legs, pulling her back to him. "Oh, no, you are not getting away from me, little girl. You are going to take all of this cock until you are too fucking sore to move!" He pushed her legs above her head and grabbed her hands, pinning her to the mattress. He surged into her and forcefully drove his cock inside her pussy. He stared down at her with her eyes closed and reveled in the pleasure he was bringing her. She was moaning loudly, panting as he fucked her.
He felt her starting to orgasm so he slowed down and made hard, deliberate thrusts. He had to regain his composure to keep from coming right then when she screamed his name. It was their first time together in his bed, and he wanted to christen it right. He leaned down and bit at the material, pulling it down with his teeth. His lips grazed her nipple making her mewl and her body jerk. He knew how sensitive her nipples were and how much she liked it when he sucked and played with them. "Oh, you like that don't you? All you have to do is ask for what you want. Tell me what you want" he whispered.
She loved it but she also hated it when he made her tell him what she wanted. She felt so dirty, but at the same time she loved it when he made her feel like a cheap whore, and he knew it. "You only get what you want when you ask me nicely, Dixie."
She groaned and turned her head and he smiled evilly. "Fine." He pressed her into the mattress and battered her pussy with violent thrusts. He pulled the other side down and his teeth scraped across her nipple. She groaned as he forced another orgasm to rip through her body. This time he gave her no reprieve and kept pounding away. "Oh fuck, Jon please!"
"Please what?"
"Please, I need you…"
"You need me to do what?"
"Just, suck my nipples, please. I need you to. I want to feel your mouth on my tits" she whined. He bent down and licked around the hard flesh, teasing her. Her whole body trembled at the sensation and she moaned in ecstasy. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue around before turning his attention to the other side. She was dying to touch him but felt powerless under his body. He felt her hands twitching so he let her go and moved her legs around his waist. She held on to his shoulders, her hips meeting his every movement. He felt her clamping down around his cock again and he couldn't fight it anymore. She cried as she climaxed, raking her fingernails down his back. He yelped in pain and started to come, grunting like an animal as his release shot deep inside her. His arms gave way and he weakly collapsed on her chest. She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair and stroked his arms, kissing his shoulder. She purred against his soft skin, "I did miss this with you, Jon."
"I missed you too, babe. Please, don't ever leave me again."
"Never."