Page 48 of Rescuing Ally: Part 2
She turned, silk sliding against her skin, and walked over to where I sat on the edge of the bed. “We have that meeting with Mitzy today. The one about my research.”
“We do.”
“After that, I want to try something new.” Her fingers traced the collar of my shirt, touch feather-light but loaded with intent. “Something I’ve been thinking about.”
“What kind of something?”
Her smile turned wicked. “The kind that requires both of you. And these.” She held up silk restraints, the expensive kind from the collection in Gabe’s suite.
The memory fractures, leaving me holding ruined silk. I’m staring at the torn fabric in my hands when footsteps echo from the hallway.
Gabe appears in the doorway, but he looks different. Calmer. His hair is damp—he’s showered—and he’s wearing clean clothes that don’t hide the bruises I put on his ribs.
“Feel better?” he asks, eyes going to the destroyed camisole.
“No.”
“Good. Because if destroying her things made you feel better, I’d have to beat the shit out of you again.”
Despite everything, my mouth almost twitches toward a smile.
Almost.
“Found this on my pillow,” he says, holding up a hair elastic. “She must have left it there the last time she…” He doesn’t finish. Doesn’t need to.
Gabe’s suite serves a specific purpose in our dynamic. It’s where he takes Ally when she needs what only he can give her—the intensity, the edge, the kind of surrender that requires specialized equipment and absolute trust.
“She was nervous that first time,” he continues, voice dropping. “When you brought her to my room. Remember?”
I remember.
“I trust you,” she said, standing in the doorway of Gabe’s suite, taking in the St. Andrew’s cross, the suspension points, the carefully organized collection of implements. “Both of you. But this is…”
“Scary,” Gabe finished, understanding immediately. “It’s supposed to be a little scary. That’s what makes it intense.”
“But you’ll stop if I ask you to?”
“The second you say your safe word.”
She nodded, then looked at me. “You’ll be there?”
“Every second,” I promised. “Watching. Making sure you’re safe.”
And I was there. Watching as Gabe guided her through her first real scene. Watching as she discovered parts of herself she had never explored. Watching as she learned to trust us with her darkest fantasies.
“She came so hard that night she couldn’t speak for five minutes,” Gabe says softly. “Just lay there shaking while I held her.”
“I remember.”
“She told me later that was the moment she knew. Not just that she loved us, but that she belonged with us. That we completed something in her that she didn’t know was missing.”
The words hit hard. Ally isn’t just our submissive, our lover, or our partner. She’s the piece that makes us whole. The bridge between Gabe’s fire and my ice. The center around which everything else revolves.
“I fucked up,” Gabe says suddenly. “What I said about her being mine.”
“Yes. You did.” I set down the ruined camisole, meeting his eyes.
“She chose us both. Not me, not you, but both of us. And I shouldn’t have claimed her as mine alone…” He stops, jaw working. “I betrayed our friendship. I betrayed her choice.”
