Page 42 of Fallen Petal

Chapter 21

Petal

Today was different.

We didn’t play, we didn’t just fuck.

There was more to it, more intimacy, more urgency, a need to connect and find solace in each other’s embrace that has never been this strong before.

We didn’t evoke a simple climax from each other, only aiming to feed the carnal lust that is a loyal companion nonetheless.

We did more than that. We asked for more than that.

We made love.

Is that it?

I don’t allow myself to even think this. Love is a word too strong for whatever it is I feel toward him. Attraction, maybe. Dependency for sure.

But love? It can’t be.

Today, the sex was like an explosion, like an outburst of something that has been brooding between us for a very long time. It’s still impossible for me to grasp the idea of time before this, time before I woke up as his prisoner. But there’s a vague sensation of it now, if only shadows, too black to see anything clearly.

No matter how much I try, I can’t see behind the shades. I’m lying on my back, my legs still spread far apart while he rests in my lap, only slowly coming down from his peak while he remains buried inside of me. I’m still ridden by aftershocks, my muscles still clenching around him while I float through the aftermath of this incomparable bliss.

I can’t fathom what just happened, but I know it was good. It was needed, for both him and me.

But while one hunger is stilled, I still suffer from another. Blush colors my face when my empty stomach growls beneath him.

Jayson hears it, too, and it makes him chuckle.

“You haven’t been fed in a while,” he comments. “I’m sorry for that.”

“You should be,” I dare to tease. “I’m starving. Especially now.”

Our eyes meet, exchanging a benevolent look. His face is still close to mine, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin and see even the faintest flicker of emotion in his hazel eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat,” he announces, planting a kiss on my cheek before he pushes himself up, leaving me behind as he climbs off the bed.

I roll over to the side, wrapping the blanket around my naked body while I watch him get dressed. I know he came inside me, I could feel it and still can. Yet he’s still hard, grimacing as he forces himself inside his pants. I can’t get over the pride I’m filled with, seeing what I do to him. I’m sure this won’t be his last visit for the day. He’ll only make room for her, giving me a while to myself so I can eat and recover before he comes back. It’s been like that before, but I’ve never been filled with such joyous anticipation at the thought of it.

“Get up.”

His command surprises me, but I obey right away. He’s buttoning his shirt, almost fully dressed while I’m still completely naked, feeling his cum leak out of me as I get on my feet to stand before him.

He smiles at me, closing the last button before he reaches up to the collar around my neck, pulling me closer by hooking his finger through the little ring at the front.

“You’re coming with me,” he announces.

His smile widens when I widen my eyes in astonishment.

“I... I am coming with you?” I repeat incredulously. “You’re not sending her up to my room?”

He shakes his head. “No. You’ll be eating downstairs from now on.”

From now on? What’s that supposed to mean? Did I just take another step toward regaining my own freedom without even realizing?

“But... but... I have nothing to wear,” I stutter helplessly, pointing to the ripped gown on the floor. “You ripped it.”

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