Page 32 of His Property

I mean that too. She never said the safe word. I don’t even know what to make of that.

I raise my hands and work the cuffs loose. When I finish the first, I wrap one arm around Mae’s waist and hoist her up so she isn’t putting too much strain on her arm. I undo the other cuff with one hand.

I lift her into my arms, my touch as ginger as I can get it, and I stiffen when she nuzzles herself against me like I’m a comfort for her. I look down at her face, but she’s buried it into my shirt.

I carry her to the bed and lay her down, smoothing her hair back before pulling my hands away. A possessive urge to hold her, guard her, overwhelms me as I stare down at her sweat-slicked body. My hand runs over her leg without me consciously performing the gesture, and I close my eyes at how smooth her skin is, like the satin she’s laying on.

“Are you okay?” I ask, opening my eyes. She hasn’t budged or made a sound since I laid her down, but she peers up at me through half-hooded eyes.

I brace for a strangled cry or a look of repulsion, something I couldn’t possibly blame her for, but she nods and warmth floods me. She doesn’t look like she hates me or is disgusted with me. She looks worn out and vulnerable. It’s like I’ve stripped away whatever walls, insecurities, and fears were there, and all that’s left is this defenseless, warm woman whom I want to hold. Heal. Protect, as insane as that sounds. And then rip it all away again.

“Do you want me?” I ask, undoing my belt. I paused to make her come several times throughout our session, and I have no idea if she has anything left. I also have no idea why I care.

When she nods again, I climb onto the bed beside her and kiss her shoulder. She turns her head and lifts her hand to my face. She caresses my cheek, and even though I’m not a fan of being touched, I let her.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” Mae asks, her voice hoarse.

I open my eyes and lay my hand over hers. “Yeah.” I nod. “I did. Very much.” I can’t believe what I’m about to ask next. I harden my face so she won’t see my disappointment. “Did you?”

She takes her time answering, but finally shakes her head. “I don’t like pain.” She closes her eyes and grimaces like she’s remembering it.

Disappointment weighs down my bones, and it shouldn’t, but it flattens my desire. It’s hard to keep my expression neutral, but I try.

She opens her eyes and continues to caress my face. “But I like part of it,” she says. “I’ve never come so hard.”

“What part?”

She blinks and thinks for several moments like she doesn’t know how to put it into words. “It’s exciting to feel how dangerous you are,” she says at last. “And I liked giving you what you wanted.”

I nod to give her validation, but I truly do understand. She liked being scared, not knowing what was next. I could tell. There’s a wet spot on the ground below where she was hanging.

We don’t say anything for a while, and I feel this weird ball of emotion settle in my chest. She isn’t the only one who had her walls stripped away.

“Thank you for that,” I say, my voice almost a whisper. I kiss her forehead, then hover over her full lips, unsure if I should be so intimate. I already feel like a pussy.

Mae raises enough to press her lips to mine while touching my face with delicate fingers. I shift so that I’m on top of her and run my hand over her tits while we kiss. I feel myself soften against her, my muscles reaching their melting point, and I push all my reservations from my head.

I shrug my pants down, never breaking the kiss, and then I glide myself inside of her. She moans into my mouth and spreads her legs wider. Her hands move to my waist, and she pulls my shirt halfway up my chest.

I take her wrists and pin them above her, eliciting her to break the kiss. Her eyes open, and she gives me a puzzled look.

“I like to keep my clothes on,” I explain, going back to kissing her and slowly thrusting my hips. She’s hesitant for a few moments, but then allows herself to relax. She caresses my back but doesn’t attempt to take my shirt off again.

My mind spins with desire, and I pick up my pace when my balls can’t take the slow thrusts anymore.

Mae moans and digs her ankles into my back. She pulls her mouth from mine and tilts her chin toward the ceiling. I let go of her wrists and snake my hand between her legs to rub her clit. She puts her hands over mine and presses down, increasing the pressure. She stares into my eyes while she guides my hand, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Her head falls back when she comes, a high-pitched moan drawing from her mouth. I look up at the ceiling on impulse and hope my sister didn’t just hear that. The faint sound of jeopardy is long gone.

I tilt my head back down and push my thoughts to the side.

My orgasm is right behind Mae’s. I close my eyes and thrust hard and fast until my entire body tenses, and my balls squeeze. Pressure releases, and I nearly collapse on top of Mae. Air seesaws in and out of my mouth, and I open my eyes to stare into hers before rolling off her and pulling my pants up, leaving them undone. My muscles relax into the bed.

We lay speechless for several minutes, both of us coming to our senses. Without lust swallowing us up, the reality of the situation reappears, and there’s a discomfort that settles in. I turn my head to look at Mae and don’t see any of the discomfort I’m feeling, but I know it must be there, buried underneath satisfaction.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying my best to regain my composure.

“So what does aftercare consist of?” I ask, my tone flat.

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