Page 82 of On a Fault Line

That I am enough…

We’ve been eating all meals together. Our outfits often consist of the same color schemes—which is only comical because some days we don’t even bother with clothes at all. And we now have inside jokes on the stupidest things.

When I wake up first, I like to pull pranks on Collins by replacing his toothpaste with garlic paste. I unalphabetize his cupboard shelves and add mustaches to any pantry items that have faces on the labels. Or googly eyes… Those are basically the best ever, especially the really large ones that are in the craft aisle in any department store.

When I’m feeling super ballsy, I tie his shoelaces together or hide my panties around for him to maybe find. Another good prank was when I put a pair in the dry cereal box, and I timed how long it took him to notice.

Tied as my favorite with tricking him over the contract is the time I switched out one of his pens with one that says in a little voice, “I love penis,” every time the tip contacted a surface. It cost me over forty dollars from one of those online boutique shops, but it was worth it. Collins is worth it.

But most importantly, I’ll never get tired of seeing his reaction to my lame attempts at humor.

Almost always, I end up over his knee with the shape of his hand imprinted on my bare ass cheeks, loving every second of his version of revenge.

As much as it stings and as much as I try to wiggle away, it’s that roughness from someone that won’t truly hurt me that I crave.

My therapist at Soulful Mind told me it’s my way of gaining back control from a situation that went tragically wrong. I bet Margo would agree too, although I haven’t been to a session in a while.

Everything Collins and I do is consensual. I allow it. I have a choice.

But when Collins wakes up first, I’m often roused from my sleep by his mouth finding its home between my legs. And that is by far the only thing that will trump my need for a prank any day of the week.

Because when he’s sliding his tongue between my folds, he savors it.

It’s as if time stops and he has no better place to be than living in the moment.

And it’s then that I also center myself and truly remember that I am worthy of that level of pleasure.

“I can’t wait to find out what flavor of toothpaste you chose for me today,” he says with a chuckle, as he grabs ahold of my waist and tickles.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t wake up much before you. I think part of me was hoping to be eaten out, but I could only fake sleep for so long before I gave up.”

Collins’s hands take a leisurely stroll down my body, and I melt into his touch. “You never need to fake anything with me, Princess. If you want something from me, ask. I enjoy taking care of your needs.”

I shift my legs to allow him better access. “Yes, right there, right there.”

He laughs, which in turn makes me laugh.

It’s this lazy comfort that I find so addictive.

“What’s the plan for today?”

I try to think but just can’t, because Collins can’t stop making me feel good.

His skills are better than caffeine when it comes to waking up my senses.

Arching my back, I allow him to massage me to the stirrings of an orgasm.

He squeezes and rubs my breasts, while his other hand pinches and pulls my clit.

I can’t tell whether it hurts or feels good.

The walls of my pussy contract with the anticipation of being penetrated again by Collins Stone. I want him to ruin me and make me crave only his body so that any other guy that comes along will pale in comparison. I know this is temporary, but I want the permanent memory etched into my head of being owned by my bodyguard.

His lips find my neck and?—

Yup. That definitely hurt.

“You bit me?”

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