I tensed, resuming my stroke, praying I could maintain even in the final moments to avoid hurting her. She rocked forward, grabbing ahold of PK’s hair to balance herself. He remained still, providing her a solid surface to hold as I thrust inside her. She remained relaxed, trusting me not to hurt her, the knowledge pulsing through me. It built into a rolling fire, my teeth gritting as I forced myself to maintain, the orgasm shredding me when it took control.
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Gemma
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I lazily wrapped my arm and leg over him, watching the early morning breeze drift through the white curtains by my bed. He was my strength. Every rise of my chin, every step closer to all I had lost, all I had prayed for and all I never had was him. Lexa had been right, a truth I was ready to admit though never speak. I was a domme. It was an unchangeable, unbreakable part of my soul. I wouldn’t survive with a weak man, one who was terrified of my shadows while at the same time forever hiding in his own. I pressed my naked body to his, smiling back when his lips curved. “I wish I had a cage to lock you in,” I whispered, my lips dancing over his, “so you can never disappear.”
“Where would this cage be?”
“Under my bed of course.”
“Would I get blankets and pillows, or would I be expected to freeze?”
I pressed my lips to his, shoving my body against him and tightening my arms and legs around him. “I’d never let you freeze.”
His lips pressed to mine before moving lower, sucking and licking as he made his way down my neck and over my breasts, his tongue tracing down my stomach. I rolled over, blocking his path to my pussy, laughter bursting from my lips when he spread my cheeks, burying his face in my ass. His tongue circled and caressed, making me squirm when it pushed inside me.
The warmth disappeared, his mouth pulling away. “I think someone’s at your door.”
I froze, listening. The pounding was muffled, brief before it stopped.
“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, sliding off the bed and searching for his pants.
The pounding began again, louder when I opened the bedroom door. I grabbed his shirt off the ground, following him down the hallway as I buttoned myself into it.
He leaned towards the peephole, the pounding from the other side becoming more frantic.
“Who is it?” I asked.
He shrugged, gesturing me closer. “Never seen him before.”
I shoved myself between him and the door, squinting as I looked through the peephole. The matte black clothes blurred when my heart and body froze, the breath catching in my throat when the side of his fist began pounding into the wood once again. The ground seemed to shift as my peace shattered, the world darkening as it dissolved around me.
“Breathe, Mistress,” Cole whispered. His hand wrapped around mine, breaking through the frost. “I’ll take care of it.”
“No,” I shivered, my heart pounding when his hand twisted the deadbolt.
He grabbed my hand again, pressing his lips to my palm before releasing me. “Mistress, just let me handle–”
“No.” The word was harsh, my body frozen.
He stepped to the side, the space he was offering too much and yet not enough. I inhaled, holding the air in my lungs as long as I could, exhaling as I opened the door.
“Red,” Arlo whispered, his face pale against his black clothes. “Red… Red…” His body trembled harder the more the word spilled from his lips. “Red… Please… Red…” He stepped forward when I stepped back, reaching for me as he hit his knees, his arms wrapping around my legs. “Please, Mistress… Red…”
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