She looks adorable with her thick brows drawn so close that they form a little wrinkle between them.
I roll my neck before tucking my dick back into my jeans and buttoning them back. “It’s breath play, or erotic asphyxiation. It’s meant to heighten arousal. Did you like it?”
Her brow relaxes as her face turns contemplative. “I think so.” She shifts, her eyes widening at the slicknessbetween her thighs. “Oh, I think I did.”
I use my thumb to wipe her tears. “Good. Now, stay there while I work.”
Her head rears as her swollen bottom lip bobs. “Stay here? Why?”
I tilt my head. “Because I’m not done.”
She looks away, her face coy. “I’m really worked up again…”
“Mhmm,” I muse, patting my thigh. “Our agreement was that I get to do whatever I want for the whole day, which means you don’t cum until I say you do. Rest your head right here, and I’ll be done before you know it.”
She grumbles, but listens as she lays her head on my thigh. I brush my fingers through her scalp, itching as I comb through her hair with one hand and use the other to flick through reports.
“I’m not a dog,” she says, closing her eyes at my petting.
“No, you aren’t.” I agree. “But you’re doing amazing, and I want to reward you.” I massage into her scalp, dragging my blunt nails across her head as she turns into my thigh.
“Normally, I would curse you out—”
“Normally,” I shrug.
“But that feels so good,” she moans.
“Are you tired?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her temple.
“Mhmm,” she hums.
“Do you want to lie down? I can put you in my bed until I’m done.”
“No,” she mumbles. “I’m fine.”
Somehow, I know that’s not true. Maybe she doesn’t realize that this is aftercare, and she chose to stay with me rather than getting space. Regardless, I know she’s going to fall asleep against me, and it makes something twinge deep inside of my chest.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, but it’s only met with incoherent mumbling as she snoozes.
This feels far more amazing than I ever thought it would. I don’t know what I was expecting, but having Addison curled up against me, sleeping, wasn’t how I pictured it. I really thought she would have been breathing fire at me for far longer. This moment doesn’t erase her anger with me, but she may not be feeling as vindictive as she originally thought. If she were, we definitely wouldn’t be cuddled up right now.
She also doesn’t realize that shetrustsme. If she didn’t, she would have put space between us long ago, and she would have fought harder when I caught her. I’m soaking it in, and when she’s ready to admit it to herself, I’ll be there.
It’s also something I don’t want to break. It’s hard for her to put herself in other people's hands, and I want to be there to catch her when she falls. It doesn’t matter how angry she gets at me. I’ll always be there.
I brush her hair away from her face, smiling softly at the gentle rise and fall of her back as she sleeps. Today has been a lot for her, and she’s done fantastic. I’m not even half through with her, but she deserves to rest. She isn’t used to this, and I don’t want to scare her.
The intensity at which I’m developing feelings for her is leaving me reeling. To be totally honest, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced devoted love that’s unconditional, but with Addison, I think that’s the only way she knows how to love. It’s terrifying, no matter how I look at it. I want to clutch her close to me, but I know keeping her locked away will push her further from my grasp. A week is all she will allow, but I’ll make sure by the end of it, she craves me the way Iachefor her.
I finish up my work and just watch her sleep. She looks so unburdened with her slack, soft features. It soothes a part of me that’s constantly on guard, waiting for the ball to drop.
If she can be relaxed and calm, why can’t I?
I chuckle at the thought, already noting how she’s undoing the years of stress that have wound me so tight that releasing the tension in my shoulders feels foreign.
She rouses, blinking into the soft light of the afternoon. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “Why don’t we go and lie down in bed?”
