He stopped me before I could reach for the bag I’d packed, his fingers grabbing my arm with a shaking urgency. “Lina, no. Please. Can’t it wait until things are better?”
His “things” meant him. I wanted to reassure him, but I also couldn’t afford to let guilt dictate my moves. “You’re not going to change my mind. This mission has to be handled, same as every other. And I’ll be fine. I’ll come back.” I put weight into those last two words. Too much of him had already bled because of me. I wasn’t adding more to my conscience.
It still wasn’t enough. He tightened his hold, refusal etched across every inch of his body. We’d drifted into the bedroom, the packed bag sitting between us.
I pried his fingers off. “Cezar,” I directed, nodding toward the bed, “let’s begin.”
He obeyed, the confusion evident on his face, but he followed my instructions. I walked over to the bag of toys and extracted a gag. It wasn’t an ordinary gag. It was a dildo gag. I hadn’t usedit on him yet. He wanted to talk so badly, so I was going to make sure he couldn’t.
When I approached, he lifted his head to look at me, all height and muscle, even while wounded. I unbuckled the straps and brought the dildo up to his mouth.
He hesitated for a moment before parting his lips. “If you need to stop, three snaps,” I reminded him.
He nodded, and I pushed it in slowly.
His eyes watered immediately. His throat convulsed as he gagged around it, coughing hard, breath snagging. He squeezed his eyes shut and drew in air through his nose while I eased him down onto the mattress.
I tugged his sweatpants down, and he was rock hard. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking up the precum. Making my way onto my knees, I used my hand to stroke his cock as I continued to lick him.
After what I did to him earlier, his body was already tight with the promise of release. Cezar had incredible stamina most days, but edging him into madness had whittled his control down to nothing. His breathing staggered, then hitched. He coughed again, his arm coming up to shield his face.
I loved this version of him—stripped open, helpless, trying so hard to hold himself together for me. I took him deeper, feeling his body jerk as he tipped past the point of warning. He couldn’t tell me he was about to cum—and I didn’t want him to. I wanted to taste every ounce of him again.
Chapter 36
CEZAR
Isavored every second she worked me over, letting the pleasure stretch out her presence, her life.
When she pulled the gag from my mouth, strings of spit clung to it. Fuck, I felt disgusting and still so fucking turned on. The longer I was with her, the more I learned about myself—things I didn’t think I’d ever admit out loud. I loved that she liked experimenting with me, on me, making me unravel in ways no one could.
She cleaned up her toys, then returned with a warm towel, wiping me down with careful motions. Every kiss she pressed to my thighs sent a ripple of pleasure through me. I toyed with her hair, basking in the calm that followed the play.
“I know you don’t want me to go, Cezar, but I have to. Be a good boy and wait for me, yea?” She looked at me with her big, beautiful eyes.
“Please, Petal, be safe.” The more we talked and the more we were around each other, the more the emotions took over.
She gave a small nod, grabbed her bag, and left. Engines rumbled outside, and when the sound finally dissipated, the house felt too large and too empty. I sat in the quiet, counting down the seconds until she returned.
Being around her and the others had become my new version of normal, and the weeks went faster than I wanted. Every day brought me closer to the moment I’d have to return to my father, and the dread of that sat heavy on my shoulders. I knew Lina felt it too.
It was the dead of night, and I drifted in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, the sound of engines pierced the silence, jolting me awake. I sprang to my feet and rushed to the door, swinging it open to find Lina standing there, unharmed, walking to me faster than I expected.
Everything else disappeared. There was only her. A desperate thought climbed up my throat.
Stay with me forever.
I pulled her against me, holding her so tightly my arm tremored. She hugged me back without uncertainty, and the relief nearly made my knees go weak. However, our moment was interrupted by the sound of Dorin clearing his throat, reminding us we were blocking the way.
We laughed it off and shuffled deeper into the house. Later that night, she curled into me, and I held her as though letting her go meant she’d disappear.
The next few weeks bled into one another. My strength returned. My arm still hurt, but it worked, and that meant my time was up. Codrin had stretched the excuses as far as he could. If I didn’t go home soon, Father would take it out on him.
“I have to go back, Lina,” I told her.
Half expecting her to brush it off, she surprised me with her response. “I know… just… be careful. Don’t make things worse, Cezar. Hopefully, you will get to come home soon.” Her slip of the tongue didn’t go unnoticed. She didn’t take the word back.
Lina was my home, and I would always come back to her.
