Arlo & Cole Ch. 10: Kryptonite

PRESENT DAY

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Arlo

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Something had changed. I could feel the weight, heavy in her silence, her gaze following me as I went about my tasks. I needed to earn my reward, the past few days in the Maze almost unbearable. When she took a breath I held mine, my body tense as I waited.

“I’m accepting Lexa’s offer.” Her lips pressed together, her arms wrapping around herself. “It’s time for me to be back where I belong.”

I rubbed my hands over my face, inhaling to keep from exploding. “You’re going to train men to be sex slaves?”

“I’m going to prepare men for life in the community. Sex has nothing to do with it.”

“You have Cole. You have me. I don’t understand how we aren’t enough.”

“How many times are we going to circle this fight? You have your siren. I’ll always come in second place.”

“Gemma–”

“You’re not her hostage.” She paused, the tears rolling down her skin. “I can’t spend my entire life waiting for the day you disappear again.”

“I’ll never dis–”

“You will! You can’t promise me you’ll survive another battle! And I’ll never know if you’re dead or just hiding again.”

“That’s why you have Cole–”

“Cole is everything you refuse to be. You’ve always run from my darkness, but he dances with me in the shadows.” She looked away before turning back, wiping the tears from her face. “I love you. I’ve always loved you and that will never change. No matter what happens, you will always have a place in my life, my heart, my bed, but I can’t sacrifice this part of myself for you anymore.”

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2 YEARS PRIOR

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Cole

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“This is it.” I gestured around my house, at least, the parts of it she could see from where she stood.

She spun around the foyer, taking it in. “I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot but… it’s too big.”

I laughed, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her to me. “It’s all a part of the game I have to play. I’m the Jones the rest of the world is trying to keep up with. It’s why they trust me with their business.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I should warn you Mr. Sterling, I don’t make love. I fuck. Hard.”

My cock pulsed, pressing against her. I leaned down, running my lips up her neck, pausing by her ear. “Same.” I dropped to my knees, trying to shove my head between her legs, flicking my tongue over her jeans.

“Enough.” She grabbed my hair, jerking my head back as she stepped away. I crawled behind her, following her as she wandered through the downstairs. “Your parents?” she asked, pointing at one of the framed photos hanging on the wall.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She made her way through the living room then the dining room, stopping in the kitchen to search through my cabinets.

“Looking for something in particular?”

Her smile faded as she closed the freezer door. “The last time I went through a man’s kitchen I learned everything he had ever told me was a lie, so I still have some PTSD from that experience.” She pulled the half empty carton of milk out of the refrigerator, checking the date. “Is this real?” She paused, turning towards me. “Are you real?”

I patted my hands over myself as if inspecting. “I hope so.”

“With Arlo I was never enough yet at the same time I was always too much.” She shoved the milk back into the fridge, closing the door. “Then you came along and no matter what I do, you act like it’s normal. Like I’m not crazy.”

“I don’t believe in normal and I don’t believe in crazy. We’re all just treading the line between what’s natural and what’s acceptable.”

Her mouth opened then closed, her lips pressing together as her arms wrapped over her chest. “What do you want from me, Cole?”

“I want to take care of you. Indulge you in whatever kink you want to explore.”

“Why?”

I hesitated, unsure how to confess. “I’m Cole Sterling, Mistress. I’m the living embodiment of what a man is supposed to be- big house, big bank account, big… smile. Never kneel, never submit, never be vulnerable…” I glanced around the massive kitchen, sighing as I found her gaze again. “I’m tired, Mistress. Tired of living every day as someone else’s fantasy.”

She stepped towards me, reaching for my hand. Her fingers curled into mine as she continued wandering, peeking in the office to scan the various awards and plaques hanging on the walls. “How long have you lived here?”

“About five years.”

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, gesturing towards the hallway. “What’s down there?”

“Bathroom, theater room, guest bedroom, stairs to the basement and wine cellar.” I followed on hands and knees when she walked up the stairs, waiting patiently as she investigated the other guest bedrooms, bathrooms, and upstairs living room before finally making her way into my bedroom.

“It’s too big.” She sat down on the edge of my bed, staring out the window. “Your bedroom is as big as my entire house. My kitchen could fit into your closet.”

“Maybe that closet,” I started, gesturing to the left. “Not that one. That ones smaller.” I pointed to the door on the right before running my mouth up her inseam.

“This bed is huge.” She rolled onto her stomach, pulling herself into the middle before spreading her arms out and collapsing. “How many other women have been in this bed?”

“At the same time?” I ran my hand over her back, rubbing my fingers into her skin.

“That feels good,” she murmured, relaxing into my caress.

I grabbed the waist of her pants, pulling them down far enough to run my tongue over the curve of her ass.

“Did I give you permission to taste me?”

“I can’t help it,” I mumbled, pulling her cheeks apart to bury my mouth between them. “You taste so good.”

She squirmed and laughed as I rimmed her, my tongue following her movement until she finally began to relax and accept the sensation.

I slowed when her movement ceased, her breath calm as she focused. My tongue was soft as it circled, keeping her mind right where I wanted it. I ran my finger over her, circling where my tongue caressed.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she started, twisting around to glance at me over her shoulder. “You’re not getting anywhere near my ass with that cock.”

“What if I had a smaller one?” I stood up, wandering towards my dresser. I pulled open a drawer, grabbed out a plastic package then held it up, showing her the strap-on. “And they say money can’t buy everything…”

She rolled onto her back, her head tilting as she grinned. “What other surprises do you have in there?”

“Just a few impulse purchases.” I pulled out the drawer, dumping its contents onto the bed.

“Hmmmm…” She dug through the pile, wrapping her hand around a ball gag with two dildos attached. “Brand new?”

“Promise.”

A wicked grin flashed over her face, her eyes darkening. I crawled back onto the bed beside her, smiling when she rolled onto her stomach, her ass presented for my worship. An incoherent murmur fell from her lips when my tongue caressed over her skin, deftly rimming her as my hand pressed between her legs. Her ass rose up, pressing into my mouth before she rolled onto her back once again. “Open,” she prompted, holding the gag to my lips.

My cock pulsed when she pushed the first dildo into my mouth, the silicone smooth as slid over my tongue. I grunted when it hit the back of my throat, my own cock jumping at the sight of her smile.

“Get them nice and wet for me,” she taunted, pulling out the first dildo and replacing it with the other. The bumps slid between my lips, my tongue running between the crevices. She reached down, her hand pulling at the button on my pants to free my cock from confinement. Her hand stroked over me as the dildo stroked into my mouth, the rhythms falling into synch. “Is this what you were hunting for?”

I grunted, the closest to a “yes” I could manage.

Her lips curved as she pulled the dildo from my mouth, turning it around quickly and pushing the ball gag in its proper place. I bit down on the ball as she tightened the buckle behind my head. She shoved me down, my back pressing into the mattress as she climbed onto my face. I held my hands up to steady her, her fingers locking into mine as she lowered herself onto the dildos. The first slid into her pussy easily, the second more hesitant as the bumps slipped one by one into her ass. Her hand moved to her clit, circling slowly when she began to grind down.

I inhaled, her scent rolling through me, her breasts flawless as they moved with her rhythm, her body rough as it pushed against my face. I wanted to hear the breath gasp from her lips, watch her legs as they trembled, see how much pleasure I could milk from her body. I moved against her, my head grinding back against her circling hips, her moans the only praise I needed to know I was giving her the friction she was desperate for. My cock throbbed, crying out for the attention it was being deprived. My hand was a pathetic substitution, the torment an exquisite agony.

Her climax was harsh and unforgiving, her movement jarring through my neck and down my back, reminding me of all I would do for her. The pain was my sacrifice, her pleasure my kryptonite, as it should be. As it would always be.

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I pulled at my tie, staring down the twenty-one stories to the people wandering the streets below. There was an emptiness in the massive office, one that echoed with my movement, following me wherever I went. The sound was supposed to be rich. Powerful. Bouncing off the massive windows and high ceiling, my simple desk and leather chairs not enough to break the vibration.

I paused my stroll when a knock rocked through the room, Shelley’s curly grey hair poking around the door. “Ms. Callahan is here.”

I nodded, curious to meet the woman I’d heard had all the connections I needed to expand my empire. Heels echoed towards the door, holding my attention until the door opened farther. Shelley stepped aside as red stilettos shining against black trousers stepped inside. The familiar face stunned me, her smile flashing towards me as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, leaving them seated in the soft curls of red hair.

I held out my hand as she approached, glancing over her shoulder as Shelley disappeared out the door. “Cockmaster Mia. I should have known.”