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She was drifting off, her breaths getting slower. She sighed here and there, and let out a very soft cry every once in a while. Sometimes her eyes would flutter open just to make sure I was still there.
“I won’t go,” I promised her. “I won’t go anywhere, go to sleep.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest. “Thank you.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll always be here, Sapphire.”
The lie felt ominous, but she believed it. She needed to believe it for her own fucking sake.
“I know,” she said sleepily, her eyes heavy as she looked up at me. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I asked roughly.
“For… everything,” she said. “For trusting me. For giving me that task. For making it all better.”
I would kill him. I fucking had to.
“Of course, Pet,” I told her, kissing her forehead. “You know I do it all for you.”
“I know,” she whispered, and drifted off to sleep.
And I just lay there and held her in my arms, knowing it was the beginning of the end.Twenty-FourPetIt felt like I slept for days after that evening. And I probably did. I didn’t even remember leaving the bed, or eating, or any other things I was surely doing during the following week. I just remembered the bed, and King’s hands on me. Always touching me, always stroking, and pinching, and caressing me where I needed it the most. He didn’t fuck me for a few days, not until I begged so much he couldn’t resist anymore. And when he finally did, it felt like a relief for both of us.
We didn’t speak about his task once. I could tell he was angry, but I wasn’t sure who it was directed at. Maybe me, maybe himself, but mostly Stranger.
I tried not to think about him, and failed miserably every single day.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself. He kept creeping into my thoughts, demanding to be acknowledged.
I couldn’t forget the way he’d felt inside me. The way he’d spoken to me, the way he’d treated me. It almost felt like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. I couldn’t decide which. But the truth was, I wanted him again. I wanted him again so badly it hurt.
King stayed home from work for a week. It almost felt like he was guarding me, as if he was afraid Stranger would come back and try to steal me. I didn’t argue with him. I craved his closeness, and begged him to stay at home. He spent most of the day taking care of me, and most of the night holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.
There was no doubt in my mind that I loved this man. I did. From the moment I met him, I knew he was the love of my life. This pull he had on me, it was incredible.
But the way he’d thrown another man at me, the way he’d tested my limits once again, might have backfired.
Because I kept thinking about Stranger.
Not alone.
Never alone with me.
Always with King there as well.
He’d left to take a shower that morning and I lay in bed with the sunshine streaming through the windows and caressing my naked skin. I stretched on the bed, feeling the sheets rub against my bareness.
I thought about him again. The way he’d fucked my ass, not giving a damn about it hurting or about whether or not I wanted it. He just took what he wanted, and for some reason, my body responded.
My hand slipped between my legs and I touched my pussy. King had shaved it for me the day before, and it felt smooth and wet to the touch.
I parted my pussy lips and thought about it. The most forbidden fantasy out there, the craziest one, because it was never going to fucking happen.
Both of them, at the same time. My King, and my Stranger.
I mewled as I slipped a finger inside me, thankful for the spray of the shower in the bathroom which meant he wouldn’t hear what I was doing.
We’d had sex a few hours ago, but not like this. Not with my mind on them both. When King was fucking me, all I could think about was him. My love, my everything.
When I was alone, I could think about the two of them, together.
I bit my bottom lip as I played with myself. I’d never gotten a good look at Stranger’s cock but I sure as hell knew what it had felt like inside me. The way it had filled me up until I was almost impossibly full; the way his grunts sounded against my skin.
And I coupled that with King. The way he held back, his whole body shaking when he fought the urge to hurt me. The way he laid claim to my body and my mind from the moment he met me.
