"I'd bend you over that couch.Spread your legs.Make you beg."
My breath catches.
"Do you want to come for me, Skye?"
"Yes."
"Then do it.Rub that pretty clit.Let me see your eyes while you come."
I move my hand, fingers circling, the image of him stroking himself in time with my movements burned into my brain.My orgasm hits fast, sharp, and electric.I cry out, hips lifting off the couch as I ride the wave.
When I open my eyes, he's still watching, his release seconds behind mine.His groan fills the speakers, low and primal.
We're both quiet for a moment, breathing hard.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous when you come," he says, his voice ragged.
I smile, breath still shallow.
He chuckles, the sound low and satisfied."I can't wait to have you under me again.Feel your skin, and hear those little noises you make.Taste you."
My body reacts instantly, heat flaring again."You're going to ruin me."
"That's the plan."
Afterward, we fall into easy conversation, as the tension eases while our bodies calm.He tells me about the city he's in and the terrible hotel coffee.I laugh and tease him, and for a moment, it almost feels like we're just a regular couple winding down after a day apart.
"I should go," I say reluctantly."Early morning."
"I'll dream of you."
"And I'll dream of my good coffee.And maybe you."
He laughs."That's cruel and only maybe?"
"Depends how good the dreams are."
"Challenge accepted."
We say goodnight, lingering until the last second.When the screen finally goes dark, I feel the loss like a physical thing.
But as I curl up on the couch, the afterglow still warm in my limbs, I know something shifted tonight.
He's not just my Dom anymore.
He's something more.
And that scares me more than anything else.
Chapter 9
Gage
Thescentofcedarwoodclings to the steam curling out of my bathroom as I towel off and move into my bedroom.My house is quiet.It’s the kind of silence that used to comfort me.Now, it just feels like it's missing something.Or someone.But that isn't something I want to unpack just yet.
I tug open a drawer and pull out a fresh black shirt, running my fingers along the fabric before slipping it over my head.Even knowing I still have an hour before I'm supposed to leave to meet her, I check the time again.I haven't seen her in days, but somehow it feels like longer.Time stretches differently when she's not near.
As I head into the walk-in closet, my phone rings.It's Carter.