Page 51 of Control

His grin fell, leaving his face tight with strain. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I would never want to hurt you. I need to know that you believe that.”

I nodded. “I believe you.” I really did. Though I wouldn’t know the exact cause of his aggression, I knew that deep down, this man was good. He was struggling with something internally, but weren’t we all to some extent? What mattered more was how we handled ourselves during our lowest moments. And here he was, repenting for his outburst with such a grand gesture.

A weak smile spread across his lips, as if he were nervous to ask his question. “Is it too soon to ask you for a second chance?”

I stepped closer to him, so that my chest nearly touched his. Staring into his dark eyes, I whispered, “You never lost your first chance.”

Without wasting another moment apart, our lips met, moving greedily. Lost time. Unnecessary pain. All of it disappeared in our kiss. It felt new, as if this were the first time we were able to trust each other and begin a new path of discovery. The way our lips felt against each other led me to believe that I could finally confide all my secrets in this man and that he would be open to sharing his skeletons with me. I tasted truth and honesty, and I hungered for more of it.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he cradled my head with one hand and circled my ass with his other arm to guide me against the stage floor. His mouth dived into the deepest curves of my neck, consuming me like I was the first woman he had ever had and the last that would ever be his. His tongue trailed down the length of my neck and down the center of my chest, where the neckline of my dress sat.

Pushing the stretchy, smocked fabric down to my waist, he exposed my breasts to the warmth of the spotlight over us. Never had I been happier to have forgone a bra while dressing.

I gasped as his mouth sealed over one of my nipples, sucking hard and grazing the peak with the edges of his teeth. His other hand palmed my free breast, pinching the nipple between the thickest parts of his fingers.

My fingers gripped at his suit, desperate to feel his bare chest against mine. Together, we moved to free him of the layers that stood between us as he straddled me. He pushed his jacket off as I unfastened his buttons, revealing the hard mounds of muscle on his tanned chest. I couldn’t resist tasting the slab of finely toned flesh before me. My tongue picked up essences that were all man—spice and liquor.

His fingers weaved through my loose tresses before pulling hard on my hair, close to my skull. He yanked my mouth up to his to unleash his assault on mine. Breaking our connection, he whispered, “I missed you.”

I stared at the endless depths of his eyes; they somehow seemed brighter and more exposed, just for me to explore. “I missed you too.”

“You can never leave me again. I don’t know if I’d survive it.” The pain that he felt from breaking my trust tensed his expression yet again.

I smoothed my hand against his face, relaxing the strain. “You’ll never have to find out.” I believed that he’d never hurt me again.

Sliding out of his shirt to expose more of his well-defined torso, he shoved the skirt of my dress up. I felt his fingers push aside my thong and plunge into my warmth. My back arched as I threw my head back and moaned, my crown nearly touching the ground in a deep back bend. The echo of my sounds surrounded us in the bare theater. I could feel the sharpness of his inhales on my skin as his nose moved to the crook of my neck. “I need you,” I begged as I dropped my back against the floor.

The sound of his zipper drawing open filled my ears right before he teased my entrance with his head. Sensations of fullness and tickling interplayed at my opening, making my belly shake with anticipation.

The spotlight blinded my eyes as I lay waiting for him to fill me. Turning my head to the side, my hands impatiently found his hips between my legs and pulled him toward me, forcing his length completely into me. The move took him by surprise, eliciting a loud groan. A sign of his submission to me. A signal of his yield of control.

My hands moved his hips back and forth, driving his dick into my depths. I moved him at the pace that satisfied me, pausing only slightly after each pump to allow my clit to receive the attention it needed too.

“Baby girl, you’re going to kill me,” he growled out.

My pointe shoes still on, I wrapped my legs around him to lock him into my space. He wasn’t going anywhere until I was done taking what I needed. His hips moved with my hands guiding them, picking up speed. I felt myself tinker close to the edge of this dance that we were performing. The pinnacle of the routine. The moment where your body spiraled out of control and your soul took over.

“I love you,mon cher,” I moaned as I was nearly there.

“I love you so damn much that it kills me,” he gritted out.

The passion in his words sent me headfirst into an explosion of movement as my soul took over—the other-worldly entity that made one see the heavens more clearly than any mortal could. My screams echoed as I came around him, which spurred him on to move faster, slamming roughly into me, joining me in the finale of our performance. His groans as he filled me with his seed rained on my ears like applause from the crowd—a standing ovation.

We lay together like that for some time, his body collapsed on top of me with my arms around his back, making up for the time we had lost. Once he had fully softened inside of me, he pulled out, sending our arousal leaking onto my thigh. My thong served no purpose but to remind me of its inadequacy at containing all that he had offered me. Luckily, the print of my dress was busy with flowers and would disguise any wet marks that might show through on my way home.

I pulled up the top of my dress and lowered the hem as he fitted his suit around his body, as if we hadn’t just been writhing around on the floor.

I stared at how beautiful he looked as he finished his last shirt button just over his sternum. This perfect specimen of man had just fucked me, and he was all mine. I didn’t have to question his commitment to me or his faithfulness. He was all in, just like I was.

He caught my gaze. “What’s on your mind, baby girl?”

“Just admiring the view.” I smirked.

He fingered a tendril of hair that had stuck to my cheek in the sweat from our lovemaking before tucking it behind my ear. “Careful. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to give you an encore.”

That wouldn’t be a bad idea. My desire for him wouldn’t weaken. I still wanted more, even as his cum was still inside me, warm and wet. But I had something important to confront. My past.

“I need to tell you something.”

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