Mac’s eyes come back to mine. “You’d never do me like that. Right, Beautiful?”
I shrug and fight to cover my amused grin, “It depends on what you did to hurt my feelings.”
He grasps at his heart, “Ouch. I’ll be sure to stay on your good side as much as possible.”
The boys laugh, but I’m ready to change the subject, “Enough about me and my relationship with Dieter. How did tonight go?”
Mac tells me about his meeting and how he’s working through the second step right now. He’s struggling with it because he isn’t really sure what he believes in or if he believes in anything.
“It’s just hard for me. I was raised Catholic, but do I actually believe in it, or was I just raised in it? Davis is helping me work through it, thankfully.”
“So, Davis is officially your sponsor, right?”
“Yeah, baby. We get along so well, and he’s really helping me.” His smile is small but genuine. He seems more relaxedthan he has been since the first time I saw him again at the wedding. He and Kieran change the subject to some work thing, so I snuggle into him and let the steady drum of his heart lull me to sleep. I haven’t slept well in over a month.
I’m stirred awake some time later when he lifts me in his arms. Before I can even open my eyes, he shushes me, “It’s okay, baby. We’re just going to bed.” I feel him lay me in bed a few moments later, then crawl in behind me to hold me close.
“I’ve got you, Lee. Just sleep. I’ll be right here.” He strokes my hair gently as I fall back to sleep.
* * *
I wake up on a sharp inhale while springing upright. My eyes are wide as they flit around the dark room. My hand comes up and slowly works from my neck, down both arms, and up my sleep shirt. I’m checking for blood, for cuts. I’m looking for where he went. Matteo was the man who sold me off, but what no one other than me and him knows is that he was also the main man who tortured me all five years that I was in captivity. I don’t even realize Mac’s awake too until he takes my hand in his and rubs the back of it.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is full of sleep and extra gravelly.
“Uh- nothing, I think it was just a bad dream.” I can feel the light layer of sweat covering my forehead, which is making me feel disgusting. “I think I need to take a shower.”
If he says something, I don’t hear it. It’s still pitch black out as I stumble my way into the bathroom and flip on the taps. My clothes are off in the next second, and I practically throw myself into the freezing shower. The cold water instantlymakes me shake, but it shocks my system all the same. I slide down the back wall and curl up on the floor of the shower. The cold water hitting my naked body stings, but it keeps me in the present. I’m not in that cage. I’m not a child in that dingy old room being tortured by a grown man anymore. I’m here in the shower of my apartment. Mac’s probably asleep again in the next room. I’m safe.
I don’t know how long I stay on the floor, but the next thing I know, Mac rips open the shower curtain and slams his hand down on the taps, shutting it off. His wild eyes take me in before he grabs a big towel and scoops me off the floor.
“What the fuck? You’re practically blue.” He sits me on the closed toilet as he dries me off the best he can before he grabs my big fluffy robe and feeds my arms through it. With that wrapped securely around my trembling body, he picks me up bridal style and carries me back to bed. Covering us up with my heavy comforter, he turns me so I’m facing him and opens my robe. He takes a big breath, then pulls me tight into his body so he wraps his mostly naked warm body around my cold one, causing my body to sting from the sudden warmth.
“What were you doing in there, Lelonie?” Uh-oh, he first named me.
“Nothing, I just needed to remind myself that this was real. I wasn’t back in captivity.” My voice comes out small and shaky.
His hand comes up and tilts my chin so I’m forced to look into his green eyes.They’re clear.Is my first thought. They don’t look haunted or glossed over. I don’t know how I didn’t pick out his drinking problem earlier. His eyes are truly the window into his soul, and right now they scream that four letter word that he hasn’t said since the night he let it comeout in desperation as a form of manipulation.
“If you need reminding that this is real, you ask me. You wake me up or come to me. Call me or text me, and I’ll gladly remind you just how real this is.” He gently presses his lips to mine, and the heat from his lips makes mine sting.
Pulling away, I can’t help the small smile that I give him, “Remind me, Mac. Remind me that this isn’t a dream that I’ll wake up from.”
He’s not a man who needs to be told twice, that’s for sure. He gently presses on my shoulder until I’m laying flat on my back. “You stay covered. If you throw these blankets off of you for any reason, I will not let you come. Do you understand?” Gone is my loving, sweet, and gentle boyfriend. No, this is every bit of Mac the dom who demands to be obeyed in the bedroom.
“Yes, sir.”
He smirks at my compliance.
“You will do what I say and answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yes, sir.” I think I’m addicted to the way his eyes flare every time I call himsir.
Mac takes my mouth with his and carefully settles his body on top of mine. One hand cups the side of my neck while the other one holds himself up above me. As his tongue sweeps through my mouth, probing mine, looking for me to play back with him. It takes approximately zero convincing as I feed everything into this kiss that my half frozen body will allow. As our tongues tangle and he allows his hips to pin me to the mattress, his hand that was on my neck slowly makes its way down my body. His thumb and forefinger play with my already taut nipple until he decides to move to the other. Theentire time his lips don’t leave mine.
It isn’t until his hand slides down to the top of my slit that I gasp, and he moves his mouth to my neck. First nipping, then licking away the sting from his bite while his fingertip slowly circles my clit. His fingers slowly work their way down to my opening. I’m drenched, and I know he’s turned on by it when I feel the blunt end of his hard cock press into my leg. Slowly he presses one finger inside of me, then adds another before he curls up his fingers and strokes that spot that only he’s ever found. I moan loudly at the feel of him rubbing my G-spot.
“That feel good, baby?” He smirks into my neck as he continues his assault.
