With a final push, I tip over the edge, and the spinning sensation gets faster and more disorienting as I careen downwards into the open arms of the pleasure that’s been waiting to consume me. It takes over my body, tighteningand releasing, making me shake with the force of how good it feels. The orgasm wanes, but the echoes of the pleasure still pound against me from the inside out.
I start fighting against him, the water sloshing around us as I twist around, but his hold on me is like steel. My pulse races for a different reason now. Because while I’m ready for the pleasure to end, I thrill in this show of dominance—that we’ll stop when he decides we’re done.
I asked to be restrained. I asked to be at his mercy. Iwantthis.
And now I want it to be over. So, when he pulls back, I gasp, “No more! Red!”
He reacts to the word as soon as it leaves my mouth. Instantly, the strong pulse of water against my overly sensitive nerve endings disappears, and my body relaxes in relief. Slowly, he lowers our legs and slides his palm down to rest over my heart instead of around my neck.
He holds me like that as my breath evens out, and my body stops shaking with aftershocks. I feel myself slump back against him. He’s still hard, but I’m way too languid and content to worry about doing anything about it. And for his part, he seems perfectly happy just to take care of me.
Imagine that.
I’m shaking like a newborn deer, knees knocking together when he helps me to my feet. He climbs out of the tub and then holds out a fluffy towel for me to wrap myself in. He knots his own towel around his hips and pulls me against him, kissing me so gently and thoroughly that I can’t remember why I was so scared of the sensation of floating away…
25
Wesley
She gets all of me, and I’m taking all of her.
After the bath and a meal, Madison settles into bed, cuddling under layers of blankets and comforters, and I sit against the headboard next to her. It’s early evening, but she’s clearly exhausted from everything that happened today. My mind is buzzing, and I know I won’t be able to sleep for hours, but I can’t bring myself to be more than a few feet from her.
My cock is aching, and it hasn’t gone below half-mast since she invited me into the tub. Now, next to her like this, I can barely stand being so close and not being inside her. Made even more difficult as the memories from the tub swirl around my head like soapy water down the drain.
The way she quaked with pleasure in my arms, the way she clung to me like a lifeline, the way she trusted me—both with the truth that was clearly difficult for her to verbalize at first, then with her body as I held her and coaxed her pleasure from her… it means more than she can possibly understand. It was everything to me. That level of trust isn’t given lightly; it honored me. It felt like power. It felt like purpose.
I want nothing more than to gather her into my arms, but I want her in the worst way, and I know how rough today was—I can’t be sure I’ll be able to restrain myself once I have her body against mine. I want to give her space to process everything, if that’s what she needs.
She tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position, and I grab my phone. First order of business is to check in with Mac and Dimitri. When we spoke before the bath, I let them know about the attack. Since Dimitri is moving around well but technically still recovering, Mac volunteered to go grab the body.I’m curious if it was still there—if the man shooting at us was that man’s partner, I doubt the body was still in the alley by the time Mac arrived.
3 Musketeers Chat
Mac
No body.
I heave a sigh and tap out a response to the minutes-old message.
I figured.
Mac
I’m sticking around for a while to see if anyone comes back. Want me to drop the van off for you in the AM?
Yes. There’s a suitcase in the back seat of her car, if you don’t mind grabbing it and bringing it when you do. And her cat is with the upstairs neighbor in 2F. She’ll want to see him in the morning.
Mac
Can do. You good?
I’m fucking livid. Did either of you take a look at the footage I added to the shared drive? Any thoughts on who the attacker was?
Dimitri
I recognize him. We crossed paths on a job once before. He goes by The Butcher.
Fuck. That means the General sent someone else after her.
