Thunder rolled outside and Delilah could feel something pushing the mattress down.

"Mommy..?"

Delilah's eyes fluttered open as she gazed up at Olivia who was whiny and holding her teddy bear.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Delilah moved over and allowed her daughter to crawl into the bed with her, curling up with her underneath the covers.

"Did you have another dream?"

"No, I don't like the thunder," Olivia said, burrowing her face in Delilah's neck as the two lay quiet for some time, "Daddy's not coming to live with us again—is he?"

Delilah stiffened. She wished the kids didn't remember that night.

"No, honey, he's not."

"OK."

The night he beat her so badly she could barely walk, but she got him drunk and told the kids to grab all of the belongings they wanted and their necessities. It was Halloween and Brett had lost a pool tournament, coming home to tell his family that no one was allowed to go out trick or treating.

Once Brett was passed out, Delilah got her stuff together—her children, telling them to put on their costumes and tried to call Dean or Millie, but they were all out with their families.

She pushed the van out of the driveway slowly until hitting the main road and speeding down the highway until coming into town where the crowds were gathered.

Delilah put her witch's costume on and the kids were able to trick or treat—even if their father decided to come and find them, he wouldn't be able to in a sea of masks.

Once they were done, Delilah pulled the van into a section of woods a few miles out of town and bundled the kids up for the night before heading out in the morning to the safe house.

That was the last night Brett laid a finger on her.

The hospital doctors didn't know how she was able to walk with fractured ribs and a twisted ankle. Only when she washed the witchy face paint off could they see the swollen eyes and busted lips.

The police took him into custody for assault and the evidence was completely stacked against Brett for once.

Delilah listened to Olivia snooze as she slowly crawled out of bed and into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she allowed the steam to take over as she sat on the bathroom floor and cried.

"OK! You four behave today! It's almost time for spring break!"

The shouts of joy from her children made Delilah giggle.

"Can you four pretend to like school?"

"No," Isaiah smiled, "Well, maybe. I like recess and band."

"Are they still letting you borrow the drums?"

"Yep," Isaiah hugged Delilah before scrambling out of the car with Beatrice at his heels, "Bye Mom!"

Delilah smiled, waving at her children as she watched them walk into the building. Making her way to the restaurant, her core fluttered and she had to clench her thighs together before exploding just by thinking of Donovan.

Pulling into the cafe, she saw Donovan leaning up against his car, his blue blazer and tight white v-neck begging to be ripped off of him. She didn't even know she was staring until Donovan smiled, lowering his shades to the bridge of his nose and walking around to her side of the van to help her out.

"Thank you," she said, "You look nice."

"As do you.." he leaned in, "I love the fact that you wore a dress. Is it because you were a good girl and did what I asked?"

"There's only one way to find out.." Delilah blushed, not even recognizing her own voice.

"Come," Donovan smiled, "Let's eat."

All Delilah could think about was eating him—or being eaten by him.

Breakfast was enjoyable with the two talking about the spaghetti and their kids and what to expect during their weekend trip to the lake house.

"I hope you're ready for me, Del.." Donovan smiled as he watched Delilah slide a sausage link inside of her mouth, wrapping her lips around the meat, "Jesus...I can't wait for that mouth to find it's way to my cock."

She was unsure, but decided to slide the sausage in and out of her mouth until Donovan had to look away and smile as the server, Sonya, stepped over to their table to refill their drinks.

Delilah giggled as she chewed the link, eyeing Donovan as Sonya ogled him and smiled at Delilah.

"She likes you," Delilah said, "I bet she'd be a good girl for you."

"Well, I don't want her to be a good girl for me, Del," he narrowed his eyes, "I want you to be my good little queen. I'll have the contract sent to you via email or if you'd prefer a hard copy..."

Delilah blushed, "I guess you should send it."

She told him her email address and Donovan saud it theres anything she needed to discuss, to simply call him or they could video chat.

"I appreciate your patience with me."

Donovan smiled, "This is something I take very seriously, Del. I want you to enjoy it."

Check paid, the two made their way out to the parking lot.

"Well, thank you for breakfast," Delilah said, "I wanted to buy, but you were sly!"

"All for you, Del.." Donovan pulled her into him, eliciting a soft yelp from Delilah, "Now, let me see if you did as you were told."

"R-right here?" Delilah looked around, but no one was watching. They'd parked in the back and she knew the diner well.

"Right...here.." Donovan pulled up her dress and ghosted her pussy—no panties—before pushing a finger inside of her, "Wet as can be.."

"I can't help it," Delilah moaned, gripping his shoulders and resting her head on his chest, "Yes.."

In and out, Donovan pushed his finger, then he added another and another—sending Delilah onto her tiptoes.

"My cock needs you, queen," Donovan said, "Is that what you want, too? Do you want my cock inside of you before I leave?"

"Yes...oh God..I do.."

Slipping out of her, Delilah watched—mesmerized—as Donovan brought his fingers to his lips to suckle her juices. In a beat, he twirled her around and pushed her gently up against the hood of his car.

"Be a good girl now and don't be too loud," Donovan said as Delilah heard him lowering his zipper, "We don't want to make a scene."

Delilah spread her legs as the cool air washed over her ass and pussy. Donovan gripped her hips and lined his cock up with her dripping slick, pushing in.

"Shit.." Donovan grunted as he made no attempt to be slow, "Hold on, darlin,"

Delilah moaned as she gripped whatever she could, her pussy stretching as Donovan's cock continuously rubbed against her clit.

"Oh...oh...oh my goodness.."

"One day I'll have you saying dirty words, Delilah..words that you want to say.."

"Yes...please..do.."

Donovan smiled as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her Delilah—his sweet, innocent queen—pushed back on his cock to chase her own release.

"Oh, Donnie!! Yes....yes!! I-I'm..." Delilah sobbed as she felt her body take over, the orgasm so great that she almost melted off the hood, "Yes...oh...I'm coming so much.."

"Yes..you..are!" Donovan grunted out each word, feeling her gush all over his dick as he thrust once more and stilled, spilling his seed inside of her. There was so much that he could feel it trickling out and onto his thighs.

"Donovan..."

Taking out a handkerchief, Donovan wiped her clean and then himself before straightening themselves out and taking her face in his warm hands.

"You're mine, precious queen...You've no clue what I'm going to do to you this weekend, but you will love every fucking second of it."