As those intense, feverish sensations begin to ebb, my thoughts drift back in slow pieces, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. Isaac’s still holding me, his cock softening inside me, his chest that’s slick with sweat heaving against my back. All I can do is exhale and sink into the moment, untethered and undone.
Isaac presses his forehead against my temple, still catching his breath, hot air from his lungs fanning the side of my face.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispers breathlessly.
I turn my head until it’s both our foreheads pressed together so I can stare into his eyes. I see it then, the change in him. He’s no longer Sir, no longer my Dom. He’s just Isaac. The man who’s afraid of losing people. The man who’s lost too much already.
The man I believe would do just about anything to keep me.
“I’m yours, Isaac,” I tell him easily. “I’m yours. I’m real. And I’m staying.”
His breath hitches, and his gaze searches mine like he’s afraid I’ll take the words back if he blinks.
He’s always so sure, so confident and in control, whether he’s teaching a classroom full of students or doing things to my body I never thought were possible. In moments like this, it’s still strange to see him scared and vulnerable, yet trust him enough to take care of me in the way I need him to after what we just did.
Moving his hand from my throat to cup my jaw, he presses his mouth to mine and whispers against my lips that I’m his.
Don’t disappear.
They’re not words spoken aloud, but I can hear them in his kiss.
Don’t disappear.
And in that fragile, tender second, I realize I’m not the only one who finally feels wanted.
I’ve never hated the walkacross campus more than I do today. Despite the biting cold, my palms won’t stop sweating.
It’s been a week since Isaac and I reported our relationship to the university, and it feels as though the ground hasn’t stopped shifting under my feet since. The investigation opened immediately considering I was in Isaac’s class a mere six weeks ago.
I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself if I cost Isaac his career.
As I enter Old Main, I reach up to touch the chain around my neck. I find myself doing that a lot, but I especially need the feel of it now to ground me, to help ease the nerves that are cranking up a notch with every step toward the office of Professor Grant.
The man spearheading the investigation into our relationship.
Even if this doesn’t go the way we want, I don’t know if I can regret anything that’s happened between us.
These past six weeks have been perfect. I haven’tofficiallymoved in with Isaac, but he definitely makes it seem like he never wants me to leave. He gets this soft look whenever I’min his space, like he was holding his breath for years and only figured out how to breathe after I arrived. I love when we cook together, when we do nothing but cuddle on his couch and watch movies, when he fucks me like he owns me.
But…let’s be honest.
He does.
Just being with him makes me happier than I knew I could be.
Still, there’s a part of me that sometimes feels like I’m intruding on his life. I brought up going to a hotel or sneaking into my dad’s guesthouse to give him a few days of peace if he needed it. He became guarded, telling me it was okay with him if that’s what I wanted to do. But I could tell it’s not whathewanted.
I don’t mind that he has abandonment issues. I’ll help him work through them. I’ll prove to him that I won’t disappear.
He’s afraid I’ll leave.
I’m afraid he’llwantme to leave.
Maybe there’s a reason we found each other.
Maybe we’re exactly what each other needed.
I haven’t seen my dad at all since Christmas Eve, though I’ve at least responded to a few of his texts just to let him know I’m okay. But I don’t know when I’ll be able to have a conversation with him about the fact he’s kept abrotherfrom me my entire life.
