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“Because I’m not the one who got shot. Your heart stopped beating, Flex. There was no pulse, and I was scrambling to keep what little blood there was left inside you. I was terrified. Heartbroken. If I could’ve laid down beside you and taken my last breath, I would have. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I just want you to talk to me, pet.”

“I love you so much it hurts. I ache for you every moment of every day, and I need you more than my next breath. While you were in a coma, I spent so much time pondering the old adage… better to have loved and lost than never be loved at all. I didn’t want to go on without you. You’re my addiction, and that scares the shit out of me. I could never pity you, Master. I love you too goddamn much to have anything other than the deepest adoration and all-consuming love for you.”

“If that’s the case, then you should have no problem going into our bedroom and stripping off those clothes. You think I’m too fragile to take you over my knee, fair enough. I’ll decide when we’re resuming our usual activities, but youwillride my face tonight because I’m starved for your taste.”

“I…” There’s no point in putting up a fight. If I’m honest, I am ready to ride him like a bucking bronco at the rodeo. My pussy is wet for him, and he’ll get a nice surprise when he sees my new jewelry.

“Run along, pet, and don’t touch yourself while you wait. I’ll be there shortly.” His voice is a little strained, but I do as I’m told. Viv was right—I need to resubmit to Flex. I’ve been so focused on everything that we’ve been through I let our relationship fall by the wayside.

I pad down the hallway to our master suite before slipping out of my clothes. I stand before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the closet, staring at myself. I’ve lost weight with all the worrying I have beendoing since the night Flex was shot. My hip bones stick out a little too much, and my breasts are smaller, but my new jewelry showcases my pussy to perfection, and that part of myself awakens. I’m ready to be touched and devoured by my Dom as I ride his face with wild abandon.

I wait for a while, but he doesn’t appear, so I pull on my hoodie and sashay back toward the living room, where I see Flex hunched over with pills in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Flex, are you okay?” He turns to reply, but his face is pale.

“Holy fuck. I forgot how beautiful you are. Come here and let me see what you’ve got on.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“My leg hurts.”

“From when Gracie jumped on you earlier?”

“It’s fine. I just took some painkillers. I’ll be good to go in a minute.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll just go and put my sweats back on.” I turn on my heel, but he reaches out and grabs my wrist.

“Not so fast, pet. I want to see your kitty cat jewelry. This is new. Take off the hoodie.” I do as he asks and stand before him naked but for the silver that frames my pussy, engorging my clit.

“Do you like it?” The rapid rise and fall of my chest give me away. I’m so turned on that I think I could come if Flex so much as blew on my clit right now.

“It’s fucking gorgeous.” His fingers trail up my leg before following the chain around my hips, leading to the cool metal adornment that isolates my clit. Licking one finger, he casually rubs small circles—barely a ghost of a touch—and I’m ready to fall apart under his ministrations.

“Oh… Master. That feels so good.”

“I bet it does. I think it’s time we take this party back to our bedroom, where I can lock you in and have my wicked way with you.”

“Your leg, though.”

“I swear to God, if you say that one more time, I am going to lose my shit and fuck you so hard my damn leg could fall off, and Istill wouldn’t stop. Get into our room. Now. Up on the bed in the position. You remember, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go ahead. I want to admire the view from behind.”

“As you wish.” I can’t say I’m upset being told what to do. I just want to forget about everything for one night. We’ll still be recovering physically tomorrow and the day after that until any evidence of Michael is wiped clean. The mental recovery will take much longer, but as long as I have Flex by my side and our little family to come home to at night, I think we’re going to be fine. Better than fine.

Flex and I got our second chance to raise our daughter together and choose each other every morning when we wake up. It’s not about being worthy or forgetting the mistakes we’ve made along the way, but what matters is how you rise from the ashes. As long as I have Flex, I know he will always be there to catch me, allowing me to soar like a phoenix.

Becoming a submissive was one of the best decisions of my life, but submitting to Flex is a compulsion. I need him more than my next breath, and I will never stop striving to be worthy of the love he so generously gives.

We can be happy, free from the past, and excited for a future full of possibilities.

Chapter 30

FLEX

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