Page 103 of Bound By Words

After catching my breath, I slowly rose, slipping out of her as gently as possible. She hissed, and I rubbed her back, petting her hair as she trembled against the bench.

My fingers dug into her shoulders, massaging the tight muscles as she tried to calm her breathing. That was fucking crazy. I didn’t expect her to want me inside her, and it’d been a good thing she was already close when she whispered for me to come inside her because it’d pushed me right over the edge.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I whispered, an intense sense of pride swelling in my chest. “You did so well. That was more than I ever expected. I should have known you’d be ready. Thank you for sharing yourself with me. You look so fucking gorgeous. My wrecked little slut.”

I could see the corner of her mouth turn up into a smile at my praise, but I needed to free her legs so I could get her tucked into bed and warm. I didn’t want her to catch a chill as she came down, and I knew she needed me to be there because this was her first real scene.

Her checklist had some solid suggestions on aftercare, but she hadn’t been through this before, so we needed to figure this out together.

My fingers quickly released the buckles on her thighs, rubbing the skin with an aftercare oil that prevented bruising until her muscles relaxed.

Walking to the bathroom, I wet a washcloth with warm water, returning to my beautiful partner.

Kelly was still trembling, her jaw slack as she lay with her eyes closed. I could tell she’d fallen into sub-space as she lay still against the bench. She’d given me a few solid orgasms, and the build-up was more intense than she was used to. But she’d been receptive and bravely trusted me to care for her.

“Let’s get you tucked into bed,” I whispered as I slowly washed between her legs. Gently rolling her to the side, I gathered her into my arms and carried her to my bed. Pulling back the covers, I laid her down with her head on the pillow before pulling them up to her chin.

She was still shaking a little, but I didn’t think it was from the slight chill in the room. I’d have to remember to turn on the space heater in the playroom the next time, just in case. I paused, looking down at her curled into my king-sized bed, looking small in comparison, hoping there would be a next time.

We still didn’t know when she was leaving, and I felt nauseous as a sense of panic swept through me when I thought of being separated. I’d become addicted to her presence over the last few weeks, and I wasn’t sure what would happen when I didn’t wake up next to her every day. We’d crammed the first few months of a typical relationship into days. I felt closer to her than in any previous dynamic I’d been a part of. Maybe it was because I’d finally been transparent with a partner with aspects of my life that extended past the kinky, power exchange parts.

Exiting the room quickly, I yanked open the fridge and pulled out a few bottles of water, grabbing the bowl of fruit I’d prepared and a few protein bars off the coffee table on the way back to my room. I didn’t want to have to leave her again, wanting to be there to reassure her as her endorphins wore off. The last thing she needed was to drop after her first scene because her blood sugar was low.

Depositing my supplies on the nightstand, I climbed under the covers, pulling Kelly tightly into my chest, my hands cupping her head as she slowly uncurled from the fetal position she’d tucked herself into while I was gone.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her forehead, slowly trailing my fingers over every inch of exposed skin I could reach, combing my fingers through her hair and enjoying how she sighed against me, her body relaxing. After a few moments, she untucked her legs, intertwining them with mine as her hand slipped to the side of my neck, her fingers clinging to me. “I can’t thank you enough for staying with me, present in the scene. Your ability to trust me was truly beautiful.”

Aftercare was important after any scene, and I fully intended to massage Kelly once she was a little more coherent, kneading out the tension I still felt in her back muscles. But right now, I needed to hold her, to reassure myself that she wanted to be here with me. She’d entrusted me to guide her through that experience and wanted me to keep her safe.

Emory’s advice that I needed to tell her I loved her was on repeat in my subconscious, but I couldn’t get my mouth to open—too afraid that her feelings for me weren’t as strong as mine or that she’d regret what we’d done.

When I came in to get her for breakfast, I hadn’t envisioned making her crawl into the playroom so I could paddle her for rolling her eyes at me. The anal training was supposed to be this afternoon after we’d talked about what the play party would be like. I hadn’t intended to fuck her ass with a plug while I fucked her pussy until she came so hard she practically passed out, let alone a follow up by coming in her ass at her request.

I never wanted to lose myself so much that I worried I might have gotten too rough with her. I certainly hadn’t expected her to ask for all she had. That was…there were no words. The sheer amount of trust she placed in me was humbling, but I was proud of her for asking for what she wanted.

“Can I have a drink?” she whispered as her fingers idly traced the side of my neck, her other hand lying flat against the skin over my heart.

“Of course, gorgeous,” I whispered, reaching over to uncap a bottle and helping her sit up a little to take some sips. She’d need to drink a lot more before we went to bed tonight, but this was a start.

Placing the bottle back on the nightstand, I grabbed a handful of grapes, shifting over and lying on my back so Kelly could rest her head on my chest.

“Open up.” She looked toward me, opening her mouth for me to pop a grape inside, smiling at me as she chewed.

“You take such good care of me,” she whispered as her fingers traced over the tattoo on the side of my chest.

“I want to, sunshine. You’re precious to me,” I sighed, my jaw clenching as I tried to control the emotions welling inside me. I’d felt vulnerable after a scene before, but not this early in a dynamic and not like this. This woman would decimate me, and I’d willingly let her pull me to my destruction.

She was quiet as she traced my skin in an almost hypnotic pattern, my brain finally relaxing as our bodies came down from the endorphins. She’d stopped shaking, her body melting into my side as I curled a lock of her hair around my finger, my lips resting against her forehead.

My eyes closed, a deep sense of exhaustion catching up with me, the stress of the last few days finally taking its toll. The desire to protect Kelly—to love her—was consuming all my thoughts lately. While I’d been adrift before I’d sought refuge in the woods, I felt like I’d found myself again as her anchor. I’d do anything for her.

As I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, her motions slowed, becoming more intentional as she continued to trace my skin. The tip of her finger slowly traced a right angle over my heart, and it started pounding underneath. When she followed with a circle and then the distinct shape of a V, I squeezed my eyes closed tighter, trying to hold still. My chest trembled as she slowly traced an uppercase E into my skin, marking me with the word I was afraid to confess to her. Love in the past had meant pain, and while I knew we had an expiration, I never wanted to cause her pain, and I knew she’d guard my heart if I gave it to her.

Swallowing hard, I held as still as I could as she traced the shape of a Y, followed by an oval and a slow, curving U. She was writing the letters into my skin like a tattoo, marking my heart in a way that physically ached.

When she finished, laying her palm against my skin and sighing, I held completely still, afraid of what I’d say if she spoke the words aloud. I’d never be able to let her go if she told me that was how she truly felt about me.

As she drifted to sleep against my chest, I cupped my hand over the one she had covering my heart, trying to push away the inevitable anguish I knew would tear me apart when she realized that maybe I wasn’t worth her love. Because I desperately wanted her to abandon her life in Chicago and stay here with me forever, consequences be damned. And deep inside, I was terrified she wouldn’t choose me.

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