Page 33 of Free Fall

Luca returned to my space and sank down in front of me, a smirk across his face, too. I gazed at his post-orgasm relaxed expression, one I was now too familiar with, and said, “We’re going to burn in hell together at this rate.”

“Hell with you sounds better than anywhere else,” Luca growled out, and that uncomfortable affection banged at my mind’s doors. No, we couldn’t do this. No, we couldn’t let it in, we had to keep separate. Distant. But this was unstoppable… this descent into madness we were sharing, I needed to hold my heart apart or I wouldn’t cope. I was going to drown in it with him.

“Fuck,” he said, dipping his head before standing and striding away, leaving me on the floor. How it should be. I watched him dress, assuming he would leave me there, naked and abused again. My muscles ached and my lips were puffy and swollen from his assault. We weren’t even going to categorize the squeezes in my heart, they were for being ignored.

As he buckled his belt, he glanced at me again. Finally. “How did you learn to do that, Zelly?” he asked, surprising me. So casual while I was naked on my knees, his cum on my chin. “I had no idea you had moves like that up your sleeve.”

“Pole and aerial dance lessons,” I muttered, shocked, realizing he was talking about my show.

He looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but silence fell over us again. In that heavy weight of nothing, I stood and headed to my cubby, digging out my leggings and tank top, sliding them over my fragile body. He didn’t leave like I expected him to, seemed as though an internal war was raging as he remained there with his hands in his pockets by the door.

After a few tense moments, he huffed out a deep breath and spoke, his voice steady and thought-out. “I want to see. I want you to show me more.”

It wasn’t what I was expecting. His words were stilted and unnatural, like they weren’t what he actually had planned. My damn heart squeezed again and I wanted to rip it from my body and hand it to him.

“I can show you,” I whispered. “If you want, the studio where I practice will be closed, but I have a key.”

He nodded.

He trailed behind me as I stepped into the large studio space. The ceiling was high, with ribbons and hooks hanging down. There were contraptions and bars stretching across, attached to poles or beams to allow us to ascend safely.

I wasn’t allowed here without a buddy, someone to spot me, but in this moment, I didn’t care about any of that. I was going to give Luca a show. Let him see how much I could challenge my body. He wanted me stretched to my limits, pushed beyond anything imaginable, but I could show him another way. I wanted him to see how I used my love of fear to cope with overwhelming emotions.

“Sit there,” I told him, pointing to the bench we shoved our water bottles on. The room was still in shadows, moonlight and streetlamps giving enough illumination to see. He took my instruction with a grunt and watched as I connected my phone to the speakers and set some soft music playing. This place was a second home to me, every motion familiar and comforting. Even the speaker crackling before the beat started calmed me.

Soon, my clothes were on the floor, kicked to the side, and I was bared for him again. It was a comfortable state now, natural. He let his gaze roam down my curves, and he didn’t linger where I expected him to. He looked at my stomach, my feet, my thighs. I reached for the nearest ribbon, climbing it like before, wrapping my naked body up and spinning, flipping, stretching. Right away, I allowed myself to sink into the routine, the way the ribbon pressed into my skin, the sensation of moving through the air.

I pushed myself farther than I should have without my coach, letting my limbs bend and twist, halfway toward the ceiling, while Luca watched, rapt. When I let myself fall, rolling down the ribbon only to catch myself a foot from the ground, he was on his feet, striding over.

“I don’t like that bit,” he said, looking at me while I hung upside down. I grinned at him, maneuvering myself back upright, using each ribbon to wrap around my thighs, holding myself open.

“It makes my heart race. I always wonder before I reach the end if I’ve estimated wrong,” I told him, pushing the ribbon with my hands to spread my legs.

“You estimate?” he asked, looking at the ceiling connections in shock.

I laughed. “No.” His eyes trailed back to mine again, leaving them fast to look at my prone body. “I know exactly where I’ll land.”

His tongue played with his bottom lip as he studied me, strung up for him like he wanted. He always called me his little puppet, and here I was, wrapped up in ribbon, hanging from the ceiling, waiting for whatever devious plan he had next.

He kept his eyes locked on mine as he ducked his head, then, gazes still held, he licked a long line along my pubic bone, humming to himself as he flickered his tongue down the seam where my thigh connected to my pussy. It made me shiver, but I couldn’t move away, could only enjoy it.

“I love you like this,” he said, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin as he laid kisses around my upper thigh. “Trussed up, all for me.”

“Luca…”

“Ssh.” He kissed my pussy, right at the edge. “No words, beautiful puppet. Just hang there and take everything.”

His tongue connected with my clit then, and I forgot how to breathe, let alone speak. He was relentless, using my suspension to fuck me onto his tongue, licking long, deep lines from my ass to my pubic bone, sucking on my clit until I cried out in desperation, the sound echoing through the studio.

Everything was bathed in a purple light as he devoured me, shoving his tongue as far inside me as possible as he groaned, enjoying everything as much as me. He sounded wild, savage, as he ate me. I cried out with each brush of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth.

“I want you,” I moaned. “Please, need you…”

He kissed my clit, sucked it between his teeth, biting down until I yelped. “No speaking.” He grasped my shins, ran his hands up my legs, skirting past my knees and moving in, dragging his light touch along my thighs.

With his tongue still on my clit, he pushed two fingers inside me. I reacted with sobs, straining my legs to make them wider, wishing I was able to twist my body up in a new way to give him unfettered access. The ribbons were positioned just right not to hurt me, but there was only so long a body was supposed to stay in the same position before blood flow became an issue.

“Ugh, more…” I cried, begging.

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