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He did, and now the dress spread out on either side of her, flaring out like a cape.
When she lifted her slender white legs, her heels touched the small of his back, the upper curve of his buttocks. A soft, playful smile touched her lips as she exerted a slight, nudging pressure to bring him forward, angling up her hips with a mouthwatering display of flexibility.
“Inside me. Now. ”
Letting go of the dress, he laid hot, hungry hands on either side of those hips. Her fingers dug into the hard muscle of his biceps as he found her with his broad head.
Slowly he pushed into wet heat, watching her undulate, her mouth open. Her breasts rose on a shuddering breath, her eyes sparkling with a passionate heat rivaling the fire.
He knew if he could hold that gaze, he would never fear the touch of fire again. Not if this was the prize.
“Mistress. ”
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“My name. Please, between us here and now, let me hear you say my name. ” She spread her thighs wider so he sank deeper.
“Oh, God…you feel…” Like heaven, heaven found in the depths of Hell.
“Nathan…” She was rippling, though he’d barely just entered her. As her muscles clamped on his cock, she dragged him down with her, making his vision gray, the grip of his hands become bruising as he sought to drive into her so deeply it would be like a fatal wound, keeping them linked through all eternity. Her throat was bared to him, pale, her tongue moist and pink as she opened her mouth on a scream.
“Dona…”
* * * * *
Dona. His eyes sprang open, stared into the dark, wide awake. That was her name.
It washed over him, everything coming in a jumble of images and thoughts that would take time to sort out, but she was real. He knew it now for sure, knew it the way he’d always known those nightmares were real, his literal trial by fire to earn her.
While identifying that name gave the gnawing fear within him an almost painful level of relief, she had another name. One he held on to, the name he called her in his soul.
Mistress.
It would make the nightmares and loneliness bearable. He would use it to remember that every action and every thought had to be with the intention of earning her love.
Reaching up in the darkness, he touched the letters, made sure they were still there.
Please. I don’t deserve her and I’ll do what I have to do, but if I could only have her beside me while I do it, I won’t ever take her for granted. I’ll never doubt her love, never cause her pain…please, please, please… Give her back to me.
Dona. Mistress. As he fell asleep again, the nightmares for once sullenly stayed in the shadows.
* * * * *
“You’re still moving like an eighty-year-old gimp. ” Jerry, the dayshift guard, made the observation as he processed his effects.
“Yeah, well, getting downed in a knife fight and dying for ten minutes will do that for you,” Nathan responded dryly.
Today he would be released. All that quiet sense of waiting and tension that had been building in him like a coiled spring emanated from him like an engine revving. It got exponentially stronger as they put him through the checkout process, as he carefully bathed and shaved, dressed himself in his outside clothes he’d ordered for this day. A pair of tight jeans, a dark heavy cotton T-shirt, not so heavy that you couldn’t see the bump of the nipple rings he wore. Most of the prisoners and the guards couldn’t look at the piercings on his cock without wincing. They didn’t hurt anymore, but if he barely touched himself there, he remembered her touch and became instantly erect from the sensation. For six months, he’d forced himself to wash without jacking off, despite his aching desire to do so. He wouldn’t, not until she commanded it.
The movement as he walked rubbed the seam of his jeans over the piercings along his cock, carefully folded in his jeans with no underwear protecting it. His Mistress wouldn’t want him wearing any underwear.
She would be here. He hoped. He wanted her to be with enough passion that it should be able to conjure her, if that was the way this worked. He hoped his prayers had earned him the chance to prove… Not that he could be worthy. He wasn’t sure that was possible. But perhaps it wasn’t a matter of being worthy. In his mind’s eye he saw the stage again, the horrible moment of her greatest crime. He would love her, help her trust that a man could love her without betrayal. He would value the fragility of her heart far more than his own, because they were one. It was his heart. He wouldn’t destroy their love with his fears. She wouldn’t let him, for one thing. She knew what he was thinking before he thought it. She was the best woman to keep his ass on the right path. He’d make it his life’s work to ensure she never regretted the effort. Or that Lucifer and His wondrous Lady didn’t regret giving him this chance.
If she’d just come for him.
It was and wasn’t a sense of déjà vu to step outside the prison gate, move to the edge of the highway. He had to cut through a parking lot, something that hadn’t been there. There were buildings within view. A gas station about a quarter mile down the road to his right, a cluster of buildings that looked like farming structures to his right.
More things that hadn’t been there when he first met her. Trees, some green fields. As he stood there, squinting in the sun, his stomach hollow with anxiety, something caught his eye. Moving to the opposite side of the road, he bent and closed his hand on the cigarette lighter half covered in sand. A lighter that had been scratched with his initials on a bored night over a year ago.
