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“We can work on mindfulness and other calming or grounding techniques to help you. Having a partner who is willing to be patient and supportive definitely helps.” He turns his gaze to Tati.

“Of course. Hayden shouldn’t feel pressured at all to do anything he’s not ready for. All I care about is that he feels okay with whatever we do or don’t do. I had no problems stopping last night.”

She looks up at me and smiles, but it only makes me feel guiltier. I’m grateful that she’s so understanding, but I hate that I’m so broken that I bring myself to have sex with the woman I love.

“Thank you,” I murmur before swallowing heavily.

The session continues, and Brendan asks me a bit about the kidnapping. It’s a relief that he doesn’t try to get me to give him all of the gory details I gave my friends. I know that, in time, I’ll need to talk about those events with him, but I’m glad it’s not today. By the end of the session, I have a tiny sliver of hope that with ‘lots and lots of therapy,’ as Heather said, I might actually be able to cope with what happened.

“So,we really need to get some food in this place,” I announce as I stare into the almost empty refrigerator after we return from my appointment.

“Good point. Should we go do a grocery order?”

I nod and then lead the way to his study, where I turn on his computer. We talk and laugh as we plan out our meals for the next week, and I love this. Tati is the perfect person for me because she even makes grocery shopping fun.

I look over at her as the order confirmation shows up on the screen, and I raise an eyebrow at her. “You look pretty serious. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just thinking that this is such a normal couple thing to do.”

I haven’t lived with a partner for a long, long time. It’s so nice to know that this is my life now. Tatiana Swanson is the woman I love, and we are as normal a couple as a rock star and his former security specialist can be.

I grin at her and spin my chair to face her before I lean over to pull her chair closer to mine. My knees are on the outside of hers, and her legs are warm and soft against mine as I look down into her beautiful blue eyes.

“It is a normal couple thing to do. Because we are a normal couple. I sent your final payment through this morning, so I believe our professional relationship is over and you belong to me now.”

A dart of arousal ricochets through me as I say the words. I still want her just as much as I always did, and I hope that I’m not completely broken.

Gratitude

Def.

31

The Final Concert

I wake alonein our bed on the tour bus, and the sound of the shower in the bathroom next to me tells me that Tati’s in there. It’s been three months since the kidnapping, and we’re finally doing the makeup concerts, so we’re on our way back to San Antonio.

I’m nervous about returning to the city where it all happened. I had daily therapy sessions with Brendan in the beginning, but I only see him twice a week now. We have a plan for what to do if I’m not coping and one of our backup musicians is prepared to take over for me if necessary.

We’re signed with Meade Management now, and Isaac has been as amazing as I’d heard he was. He came on the tour for the first three weeks after we returned and ensured I was comfortable performing. Unlike Cooper, he seems to actually care about us as people, which is a nice change from someone who always puts the business before us.

I stretch and yawn as I head into the bathroom to join Tati. She’s standing under the spray, and she turns to look at me, the water cascading off her beautiful breasts as she smiles at me, and my cock stiffens.

“Good morning, preciosa,” I greet her as I wrap my arms around her waist.

“Morning, Mr. Vega.”

My cock stiffens against her soft ass. It took me a while to be able to do anything sexual with Tati. She was incredibly patient, and even now, I struggle occasionally and have flashbacks that prevent us from doing anything. When that happens, we just cuddle and talk, and I’m incredibly grateful for her support.

Tati and I talked about it, and she lets me initiate if I feel up to it. We only started doing BDSM scenes again a few weeks ago. I actually like them because they help me to feel in control. I hate when Tati does something, and I reject her because I feel so guilty about it, even though she’s amazing about it. It also brings back the broken and unclean feelings whenever it happens.

Today, though, I need this, and I want to fuck my beautiful fiancée. I reach between her legs to rub her clit and revel in the soft moan she gives me in response. My cock is now rock hard against her, and I can’t wait until the day comes that I can fulfill her desire for me to fuck her ass. We can take another step toward that today, though.

I continue to rub her clit while I use my other hand to pull and tweak her nipple as I ask in a husky, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want, Mr. Vega,” Tatiana pants.

For someone who had never been in the scene before we got together, she’s been such an amazing sub for me. It’s hard to believe I get both her and this kind of relationship.

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