Arlo & Cole Ch. 09: Broken

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PRESENT DAY

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Gemma

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Faint light glowed beneath the doorway, another hint Arlo had returned home. Cole’s arm rested over my stomach, heavy in his slumber, sliding off slowly as if trying to hold me back as I crept out of bed.

The sound of the shower met me in the hallway, the light from the bathroom shattering the darkness. I shuffled towards it, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, squinting the closer I came to the light. The door was open, Arlo standing in the shower facing the stream, the water spraying into the top of his head, his hands covering his face.

I wrapped my arms around myself, moving closer. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t finish my tasks.” He remained still, a shiver rolling through his body the only movement.

I reached towards him, my hand jerking back when the freezing water hit it. “How long have you been standing in here?”

“Awhile.”

My teeth bit into my lip, the water shocking my skin when I reached into the stream again, grasping at the knob to turn it off. “It’s time to get out, my love,” I whispered as the water slowed.

His hands fell from his face when I wrapped the towel over his shoulders, his eyes lost as they stared through the floor.

I rubbed the towel over him, drying him off when he made no attempt. “When will it stop?”

He glanced up at me, his lips silent.

“When will you stop?”

The ring from his phone cut through my heart, his eyes darkening as the life returned. “I have to go, but I’ll be home before you go to sleep tomorrow night.”

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3 YEARS PRIOR

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Arlo

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I checked down the list of tasks in my head. The dishes from dinner were washed and put away. All the windows I had opened that morning to allow the early spring breeze to cleanse the trapped air in the house were closed. Both my mouth and my cock had already brought her the two required climaxes for the day- the first when she had opened her eyes in the morning, the second when I arrived home from the Maze. I had showered and just finished shaving, all the boxes on the list checked.

Anticipation pulsed through me. I sucked in a breath, holding it to try and calm my excitement, my hands shaking as I put my razor back in the drawer. I forced myself to move slowly, casually, holding on to whatever pride I had remaining as I made my way across the hall to her home office.

She glanced over her shoulder from her desk, her lips curving. “All done?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her chair swiveled in my direction, offering enough room for me to kneel beneath her desk. I got to my knees, shoving myself into the small space, trembling as I pulled at her sweats. She allowed me to strip them from her body, leaning back in her chair and kicking her leg over my shoulder.

My pride dissolved, my need overwhelming as I buried my face between her legs. Her fingers caressed through my hair briefly before disappearing, moving back to the keyboard. The world went silent when I smeared her over my face, my thoughts lulled into a calm hypnosis when I pushed my tongue inside her. The tension faded as I fell into a rhythm, time spinning into nothing around me, unsure how many minutes had passed when the sound of my phone drifted from the kitchen, the melody shattering my peace.

I tore myself away, shaking as I stood, unwilling to wipe her from my face as I stumbled down the hallway. I stared at the screen, watching it vibrate over her counter until it went dark again.

“Is she calling for you?”

I turned, sighing as I nodded. “I’ll be back before you go to sleep tomorrow.”

“Promise you’ll come back as whole as you’re leaving me.”

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Gemma

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His footsteps were silent, but I could feel his presence before I opened my eyes. He was stripping out of his clothes, the matte black unable to hide him from the rising sun. A strange scent lingered on his skin when he crawled under the covers, like damp earth on a cold night. His arm wrapped around me, his gaze meeting mine. “I thought I managed to sneak in quietly.”

I rolled on top of him, pressing my naked body against his. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

He pushed back, my legs wrapping around him as I sank into the mattress. His lips teased down my neck then circled my nipples before dragging lower.

I squirmed beneath him, rolling onto my stomach. “I know where you’re headed, but you haven’t earned that yet,” I teased.

“Please, Mistress.” His mouth crept lower, pressing into the indents at the small of my back.

“I love the sound of you begging for my pussy,” I murmured into the pillow, smiling when his tongue traced the crease between my ass and my thighs.

“Pretty, pretty please let me taste your pussy, Mistress,” he teased, his tongue flicking between my legs. He grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart, surprising me when his mouth caressed my ass. My eyes closed, relaxing as he rimmed me, the act of submission one I hadn’t expected from him. I wondered what else he would be willing to do the more he trusted me, and imagined all the ways we could explore all he was hiding.

I rose up on my knees, exhaling into the pillow when his tongue drifted lower, roughly sucking my clit. He fell into rhythm, hinting he wanted to stay where he was, taste my climax when it hit. “Enough,” I warned. He had already summoned the domme to the surface, and there was only one thing I wanted. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He took a final taste before pulling away, positioning himself behind me. His hands grabbed my hips, his cock pushing against me before slipping inside me. I braced myself on my knees, holding still so I could feel the vibration of the hit when his hips collided into mine, moaning at the sensation it sent rippling through me. He was rough and strong, his cock hard and unforgiving as it filled me, exactly how I liked to be taken.

I pressed my stomach down further, my cheek shoved into the pillow, the breath gasping from my lips with each thrust. My fingers curled into the sheets, my legs trembling as he pounded into me, the heat spreading through my stomach and up my spine. There was no mercy, no weakening, only his strength and his cock doing exactly what they were created to do– please me. I moaned and whimpered, inhaling sharply when a pulse rocked through me. His hands held my hips steady when the spasms tore through me, his cock unyielding through every aftershock. I grunted when he shoved himself inside me a final time, his fingers digging into my skin as his own climax pulsed inside me.

I collapsed when he pulled out, weak as I rolled onto my back. He flopped down next to me, throwing his arm and leg over me before closing his eyes. The feeling was just beginning to return to my legs when he suddenly sat up, frozen as he listened.

“Someone’s here,” he whispered, quietly sliding out of bed. He pulled on his pants then reached for his duffle bag, pulling out a handgun as black as his clothes before creeping towards the bedroom door.

I pulled the covers around myself, shivering when I heard footsteps moving in the kitchen. A cabinet door creaked open, Arlo halfway down the hallway before I remembered what day it was. “Arlo, wait!” I yelled, jumping out of bed and scrambling for a robe. “It’s Tuesday!”

He froze at the end of the hall, glaring at me as I stormed towards him.

“It’s a slave from the Château. One comes to clean my house every Tuesday.”

His eyebrow raised, his hand tightening over his gun when he leaned around the corner, his eyes widening as he stared into the kitchen. I slowly made my way to where he stood, sighing when I found Elliott scrubbing the counters wearing nothing but a smile, his clothes folded and placed in their usual spot by the front door.

Elliott glanced towards us, tossing a rag over his shoulder. “Good morning, Mistress Gemini.” He turned away briefly, bending down to grab more supplies from under the sink, the base of his stainless steal butt plug flashing towards us.

Arlo’s hand wrapped around my arm, dragging me backwards into the hallway. “A naked man cleans your house every Tuesday?”

“They aren’t always naked.”

“Why is that one naked?”

“CFNM is kind of his thing–” I paused at his blank stare. “Clothed Female, Naked Male.”

His hands rubbed over his face as he made his way back to the bedroom, shoving his gun back into his duffle bag. “How would you feel if I had a naked woman cleaning my house?”

“Since I’ve never actually been to your house, for all I know you do have a naked woman cleaning it.”

“I don’t have a house! I have an apartment underground!”

“And I have a house that needs to be cleaned!”

“And I have a problem with my girlfriend having her house cleaned by some naked gu–” His raised voice halted when Elliott appeared in the hallway.

“Is there a problem?” Elliott asked, moving closer.

Arlo straightened, narrowing his eyes. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Elliott stepped between us, his stance answering the threat. “The tone you’re taking towards Mistress Gemini does concern me–”

“That’s enough,” I cut in. “Elliott, my house is clean enough for today, so you can return to the Château.”

“Mistress, I don’t feel comfortable leav–”

“I said enough for today.”

His eyes hunted mine, hesitating before stepping away. He moved towards the door, the sound of him pulling on his clothes drifting through the air. “I’m going to wait outside for a little bit in case you change your mind, Mistress.”

I exhaled when the front door closed, avoiding Arlo’s glare. “I’m not having sex with anyone else, oral or otherwise, as promised,” I started, doubtful my words were enough. “I’m willing to compromise, but you have to be willing to meet me halfway.”

“I feel like your halfway is a lot more fucked up than my halfway.” He shook his head, rubbing his hands over the back of his neck. “My halfway doesn’t include consensual slavery and strap-ons and random naked people–” The sound of his phone ringing cut off his words, igniting my anger. He glanced towards the bedroom, the ring beckoning.

“No, your halfway includes a potentially human murderess and you disappearing every time she calls.”