Page 26 of Free Fall

“You taste so good, all of you, so delicious—” He pulled the dildo from my mouth and crushed his lips to mine, ignoring my cry, disregarding the pain in my jaw. The ache was so deep in my muscles, I only sobbed as he ravaged me. Thrust his tongue in, gave me no space to kiss him back, only take it. It was an assault as he cupped my face and held me in place, as he grazed his teeth along my bottom lip, as he licked at my tongue and teeth and gums.

My breath came out in little huffs, my entire body on fire. When our eyes locked, he didn’t seem all there, so deep into his zone I wasn’t Zelda anymore, I was his fuck toy. He looked at me like that was all I was to him. Then he smiled.

He threw the clit sucker to the side and flipped me over, my limbs twisting up with pain as he drove right back inside my aching pussy. My legs were bent at an unnatural angle for him, the pressure points sharp and pleading as my bones dug into the thin mattress, hitting the creaking wooden slats below. Luca was feral. One track minded.

His tongue dragged along my spine, slick with sweat, but he only groaned as he fisted my hair and yanked my head up. I had no traction, only my knees on the bed. My arms cuffed behind my back, having fallen that way when he twisted me over, and my feet tied up to my ass cheeks, losing sensation and tingling with pins and needles. My head wanted to fall forward, my body desperate to flop down and sleep for a week. But he wouldn’t let that happen. His fingers stayed in the strands of my hair, pulling tight.

“Luca, please—” I gasped. “Master, please master, I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

He grew crazed, his hips slamming into me with such force it caused ripples of pain through my entire body, like my bones were breaking. Spine cracking, pelvis shattering, collarbones snapping. Each time, I cried out, moaning and whimpering and pleading into the darkness.

Then he came with a long groan, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he shot streams of his load against my cervix. He mumbled again about breeding me, filling me, and at the feel of his cum spilling deep inside, the thought slapped me across the face, a harsh reality, as he gave a few more lazy thrusts before stumbling away, letting me fall fully onto the mattress. My body remained on display for him, spread and humiliated.

“Beautiful,” he said, though I couldn’t see him behind me. I wanted to. “You’re beautiful like this.”

His cum dripped from my pussy and ran down my thigh, but he caught the fluid and dragged it back up, pushing it inside where it belonged. He gave me a chaste kiss at my hole, a rumbling moan coming from deep in his throat as he roamed up, running his nose up the crack of my ass. His hands glided along my thighs as he did, squeezing and nuzzling.

“You were perfect for me.”

I couldn't find my words. Could only lay there and take this tender assault, so different to the ruining he’d given me moments before. My body was fraught, close to breaking. Shaking and whimpering and trying to regain some semblance of self-control while he watched. He just stayed between my legs, kissing and stroking, sighing, resting his head on my ass like he was going to doze off.

We slumped on the bed together for long stretching minutes, existing as one in the post-sex space, letting each other come back up or down, whatever was needed. It was new, lying together without concern for being caught or catching feelings. Time passed in a haze.

Finally, once our breathing had settled and our minds were returning — at least mine was — he moved away from me. Then, with more care than I thought he had in him, he unraveled my bindings, unwrapping my clothes from my body, and massaging the red skin. A new tickle washed over me as the blood rushed back, it ached, almost pain, but pleasure drifted through too. I moaned and he smiled.

As life returned to my legs, he carried me to the shitty en suite. It was small, just a narrow shower, a toilet I hadn’t braved yet, and a sink with a dirty mirror. The water didn’t get above tepid, but we were both sweating messes so neither of us minded.

“Are you leaving?” I asked, voice soft, tipping my head up to him as he positioned me to his liking. I had my spine resting against his front, and I couldn’t help but lean most of my weight into him. He took it, stroking my skin and hushing me. My stressed limbs were returning to me a little at a time as the warm water aided circulation. It hurt, felt amazing too. Luca at my back was best of all.

“I’m not leaving,” he muttered.

The sensation of Luca rubbing the all-in-one body wash and shampoo we’d found in the shower over my sore skin was incredible. He was careful as he soaped up my tits, as he ran his hands down my belly and swiped through my pussy. His hands were gentle as he cleaned my ass and thighs of the lube and cum he’d left behind. I rested against him and enjoyed every touch, humming sleepily as he turned me to face him, cupping my head to maneuver it onto his chest so he could wash my hair.

It was after care. I knew that much. I’d done my research. He thought I dropped into a sub-space or that I’d have a breakdown if he didn't remain at my side. I let myself enjoy it anyway. The tender safety of his arms was perfect.

The all-in-one wash had my hair going rough and frizzy, but his fingers, the way he massaged my scalp, more than made up for it. I wanted to stay in our shitty little shower forever. Even as the tepid water turned to ice, I didn’t want to leave. My skin pebbled with goosebumps and my sore flesh stung, but I was reluctant to get out, washing myself again, lingering under the spray. He would leave once we were dry. He would have done his duty.

Eventually, Luca switched the water off and wrapped me up in a towel before guiding me into the bedroom. Without turning on the light, he dried us off before pulling back the covers of the bed and pushing me down onto it. There was not a thought in my head refusing his commands.

I fell down, head on pillow, and hummed in satisfaction as he climbed in beside me and pulled me close to burrow into his warmth. Sleep came fast.

Waking up with a hard chest under my cheek brought an instant sense of calm. It felt right to be in his arms, tucked up in the crook of his warm body. He had his arm around me, snuggling me right into his side, gripping tight to hold me there. A tear leaked from my eye, dropping onto his skin. I didn’t know whether it was a good or a bad tear, but I reached up and wiped it away, hoping it would go unnoticed.

“Why the tear?” he asked, no judgement in his tone, just curiosity and the husk of sleep. I didn’t realize he was awake, but his voice didn't make me jump. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the contentment. We both knew it was wrong.

“This is a mess,” I whispered, burrowing deeper into his hairy chest. “This feels good, but it can’t be.”

He sighed, then tilted my chin up to see my face, running his thumb along my jaw in tender swipes. I’d seen morning Luca before, not in his bed, but through groggy breakfasts or early take-off flights. But nothing could prepare me for how he looked then, the soft glow of the dawn light bouncing across his sleep-rumpled features, the wrinkle of red over his cheek from the flat pillow, and the warmth behind his eyes, like he hadn’t woken up enough to shutter it away yet. He was open, his eyes telling.

In that moment, I would have been happy to forsake everything and run off into the sunset with him. We could just keep going. Become Hawaii beach dwellers, live in the lush wilderness that looked so pretty from up high, sell trinkets to tourists and learn how to surf. I smiled at the thought, and he pinched my bottom lip between this thumb and forefinger, watching the movement.

“It can keep being good, Zel,” he muttered, voice just above a whisper, like the world couldn’t know. Like if he said it loud enough, my dad would come bursting through the door finding us naked and wrapped up together, everything shattered. “We can have this.”

“You’ll leave your wife?” I asked, sitting up, disturbing his body and the hushed bubble we’d formed as I pushed away. “You’ll tell your bestie you’re fucking his daughter?” I raised my eyebrows, crossed my arms over my naked chest, and breathed away the idea of letting him. His eyes dipped down before meeting mine again. He shifted, his arm moving behind his head.

“No.”

“No?”

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