Page 66 of Free Fall

“Avery…” Zelda said gently, touching his arm. “He hasn’t just apologized, and I haven’t forgiven him. We’re trying. That’s all.”

We weren’t fuckingtryingat all, we were it. She knew that as well as I did, but now wasn’t the time to piss all over her in a caveman claiming. I kept my mouth shut. Leo screeched and dropped his car, the clatter making all the tense adults flinch.

“We’re not done talking about this, Zelda. I do not approve,” Avery muttered.

“Noted.” She smiled at him, the warmth and love for him lighting up her face. It was not lost on me how much this man had stepped up, cared for my family, been there when I wasn’t. But I was a selfish asshole down to my bones.

Avery sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Come on, little man,” he said to Leo. “Let’s go and see if the raccoon ate the peanut butter treat again.”

Leo squeaked and jumped down, and the two of them plodded from the room, chatting about a raccoon who visited every so often. Zelda really did have it made here. She’d created her own family when I hadn’t been present. They had routines and in jokes, and that private language that only developed when you lived with someone. I swallowed the jealousy up and digested it in stomach acid. I’d seen them do this before, when they’d hosted us for a dinner party, but this was different. There were no graces or recipes or well-laid tables, just their every day balancing act.

Dinner moved through with little pain after that, Zelda having given both of her friends a quiet talking to when she thought I couldn’t hear. It was almost amicable, sitting together and sharing a meal as if we liked each other.

We ate grilled chicken and rice with a salad and some pickles Avery had been experimenting with. It was delicious, fresh, and felt good to be around a family table again. I could get used to it if I wasn’t careful. The chaos of a toddler refusing to eat his greens, throwing crumbs everywhere and spilling his drink. The gossip from work and catch-ups about small insignificant blips in a day. It had been too long.

I needed to get Cole and Jesse here more often.

Zelda put Leo to bed, leaving me in the kitchen to tidy up while the other two left for a movie. When Zelda reappeared twenty minutes later, she didn’t look exhausted like I thought she would. She had a deceitful look on her beautiful face.

“I’ve had a plan brewing,” she told me, striding closer, swaying her hips. I placed the wet dish towel down and leaned back on the counter.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, placing my hands on her waist when she stepped in close. She peered up at me with a grin.

“When you do all those things to me, I feel so connected to you, so loved and cherished, even when they are depraved, twisted.”

“Mm.” I kissed her forehead. “What are you getting at?”

“Come on, puppet master, I’m sure you can figure it out,” she said, and I waited for her to clarify. “Let me control you, use you like you do me. Let me give you a taste of your own medicine. Part vengeance, part love.”

She expected me to freak out, to scoff at her suggestion, but I only grinned, ducking down so we were face to face. Truth was, the idea excited me. It was a surprise, but the thought of giving her over some control made my balls ache, my spine tingle. Or at least, letting her think she had it. It would make her downfall all the more delicious when she realized she had nothing over me.

I could play her game. Play her. Her eyes darted between mine as she waited for my answer. It was a lifeline, an olive branch reaching out across the gaping maw of our relationship. She was testing my boundaries as well as hers. Things had to be different this time.

“You think that scares me?” I whispered in her ear, licking the lobe. “Have at me.”

She didn’t mess around, and with a gleeful grin on her face, she had me on her bed, naked, with my limbs splayed. My cock stood up proud in the center of my body, glistening with pre-cum at the tip, shining with my piercing.

Zelda looked beautiful as she concentrated, moving around her room with a spring in her step. The baby monitor crackled in the corner, but she wasn't bothered. She seemed at home, bouncing across the space before turning to face me with a confident glow, brandishing a dildo, some thick black yarn and an almost manic grin.

“Don’t worry,” she laughed when my eyes widened, failing to remain schooled. “I won’t be shoving it up your ass… tonight.” She winked. “But this one has the best vibe.”

She crawled onto the bed, watching for any movements from me. She’d told me to stay still, to pretend I was a statue. Any twitches or flinches would lead to punishment. The dildo dropped to my side as she lifted my thigh and began wrapping the yarn around it. Curiosity had me trying to watch everything, her face, her hands, her fucking nipples through the threadbare fabric of her shirt — but as asked, I remained unmoving. When she slipped the fake cock under the yarn, positioning so it rested against my balls, she tightened the loops, almost to the point of pain, before tying a messy knot.

This seemed like something she’d planned for a while, a fantasy that kept her up at night. With how fast she came up with and enacted the plan, it must have been brewing for a while. My erection bumped into her arm, and she tapped it.

Then she jiggled the dildo against me, positioning it up so it rested right at the top of my leg, the cool silicon against my ball sack making me shiver. She looked wicked, far too happy with herself. I almost wanted to let her do this for real, try to sink into that space she fell down to for me with such ease.

“What next then?” I asked, unable to help myself.

Her eyes snapped up and she pinched my nipple until I squirmed, holding in a laugh. “Naughty,” she said, with no venom behind it. “You need to be patient and wait and see.”

She left and returned with a bottle of lube, still watching me for any expression of fear. I’d had stuff up my ass before, fingers and tongues, there was nothing she could do that would make me turn away from her.

As suspected, she lubed up a finger and spread my legs to play with my asshole. As she pressed against the ring of muscle, she turned on the vibrations of the dildo, only low, but it made zings shoot all over my body, concentrated at my balls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was so foreign. It was all I could focus on, my attention shooting all over the place as she shoved her finger inside me, knuckle deep, with no prep apart from the squirt of lube.

“Shit!” I shouted, and she slapped my dick.

“Hush,” she demanded, pumping the finger in and out. “Can you come like this, or do you need more?”

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