He slides two fingers into me and I cry out, my mind going blank as my orgasm threatens to take me under.
“Can I—” I start.
“You can come,” he replies, and I detonate, coming with a long scream. He works me through it, sucking hard on my clit and massaging my g-spot while I all but convulse around him.
I’m still twitching when I hear the familiar tear of a condom wrapper and then Luke is inside me, bottoming out in one full thrust.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, as he lets me adjust to his size while I pant my way through my comedown.
He starts a solid rhythm, thrusting into me while kissing my neck and I surrender every ounce of freewill, giving it all up to the man inside me. His hand collars my neck and I all but stop breathing as my core spasms again, fear and excitement flickering at this new sensation. He must feel my reaction because he squeezes, ever so slightly, and I moan loudly as another orgasm builds.
I feel owned and used and cherished all at once but my brain has no space for anything other than the sensation ripping through me as I explode again, taking Luke with me.
“Fuck!” he grunts, as his hips stutter and he comes, forehead pressed to mine as we ride out each other’s orgasms.
After a few moments of panting, he gently tugs off the blindfold and blinds me with a beautiful smile. As the scene breaks, the day comes rushing back at me and all the feelings I’ve been crushing down into my soul come at me like a tidal wave.
My throat suddenly feels like there’s a golf ball stuck in it and I blink rapidly, but there’s no holding back. I pull at my hands to cover my face but they’re still tied. I’ve got nowhere to hide. I can’t even get any words out before I burst into tears.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 30
Luke
I’ve just enjoyedone of the most intense scenes of recent times and I’m feeling absolutely blissed out as I reach up to pull off Emmy’s blindfold.
She was magnificent even with me edging her, and I can’t wait to chat through what she liked and didn’t like about the scene. But when I look down at her, something is very very wrong. A look of panic flits across her face before it crumples and she bursts into tears. My stomach drops.
Fucking fuck. Did I completely misread the scene? Did I hurt her?
I scramble to undo the silk ties holding her wrists and she instantly covers her face, drawing herself into a ball as she’s wracked by uncontrollable sobs. She’s shaking with the force of her crying, and I immediately scoop her into my arms and hold her. She stays curled up tightly and I manoeuvre her into my lap so I can maximise skin-to-skin contact.
I’ve seen sub drop. Sometimes the body crashes after an intense scene, emotions spilling out in ways you can’t predict. But this doesn’t feel like that. I knew there was something a bit off about her energy before we began the scene but I put it down to a bad day at work, not something that would trigger thislevel of anguish. All I can do is rock her in my arms and make shushing noises, while I desperately try and work out what’s wrong.
Eventually, her sobs give way to sniffles and hiccups as she comes back into herself, her hands still pressed against her face. I’ve managed to shift just enough to subtly take off the condom and chuck it under the bed but otherwise we’re both still stark bollock naked. I stop my shushing but keep stroking her back as she does a final shudder. The storm has passed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, peeking at me through damp lashes.
“You never apologise for this,” I say quickly. “Was it me? The scene? Or… something else?”
“No, the scene was amazing,” she says, drawing in a jagged breath. “I loved it. Though the edging made me hate you slightly.” She coughs out a laugh and my heart lifts a little.
She pulls away a little so she can turn to face me.
“Colin’s having a baby,” she whispers, her lip wobbling again. My heart drops in my chest like a fucking stone.
“Oh sweetheart,” I reply, pulling her into me even more tightly. She relaxes and I stroke her hair as I hold her. She’s not crying anymore but I can feel the pain coursing through her.
“Turns out the fling I walked in on had been going on for a few months,” she sniffs. “I feel like such a fucking fool.”
“You’re not a fool.”
“I don’t even know why I’m upset,” she says. “It would have been a mess if we’d have had kids together. But… I didn’t expect this to happen. And so soon. She’s moving into my old house this weekend. I’ve got to go get the rest of my stuff.”
I feel a stab of anger flash through me at the idea of Colin dropping this on her while moving his mistress into their home. He’s a callous bastard. I’d take great delight in punching him in his smug face if I ever have the misfortune of seeing him again.
“Do you need a hand moving things?” I offer.
