I let out a strangled half-sob.
“Oh baby,” Morgan mocks. “What’s the matter?”
“Y-you’re gonna make me…”
“Make you what? I wouldn’t make you doanythingyou don’t want to do…” She presses harder into my perineum, stretching my rim, and I whimper. “Go on. Speak up. What am I going to make you do?”
“You’re—you’re going to make me cum, you’re going to make me cum, I’m—”
There is nothing quiet about the sound that I let out as Morgan fucks me hard with her hand, balls tight in her grip and thumb digging in to my prostate.
I cum a lot to begin with, and it’s always so much more when she holds me like that. Spurt after spurt lands across the scattered notes, bleeding the ink and wrinkling the paper, ruining them just like Morgan said. The sight keeps me cumming twice as long as usual.
“Oh god,” I moan, and Morgan catches me so I don’t fall over.
As my cock starts to soften, she runs a finger across the tip to collect the last of my cum, and I wince at the sensitivity.She sucks her finger clean, and my cock does its best to harden again.
With gentler hands this time, she pulls my briefs and jeans back into place, then ruffles my hair.
I think she’s about to go back to work, but she pulls me over to the chair by the window, settling me across her chest. I relax into her, floating in the afterglow, that sea of calm and safety that comes with being close to her.
“I have a confession to make,” she says quietly.
“What’s that?”
“That night… I was… still so scared to claim you. I had spent so much of my life fighting those instincts that even when Iwantedto, I… I almost couldn’t.”
I nuzzle against her neck. “What were you scared of?”
“Hm… Wearing my heart on my sleeve. Except that sleeve has a mind of its own and likes to naively walk into trouble.” She squeezes me tighter.
“Eileen’s metaphors are rubbing off on you.”
“Maybe.”
“I’m notthatnaive.”
Morgan sighs. “I know. But you take risks that I don’t.”
“I do?”
“You gotcats, Jamie. Even tinier, stupider, more fragile creatures. And if anything happens to them, it’s going to break your heart. Which means it’s going to break my heart. And I… I wouldn’t have it any other way. But it’s… a new thing for me.”
“But you have Kaa, don’t you?”
“Kaa is strong, large, smart, and powerful. And immortal.”
A smile pulls across my lips. “Oh, okay.”
“Mhm.”
Even though Egg and Bacon are weird little shelter cats, I can tell they’re really growing on Morgan. And Kaa is growingon me, too—I’ve now been back to the loft a few times for a quiet weekend when Morgan feeds the giant snake. Watching Kaa surge down from the trees like lightning to nab a rabbit is both horrifying and thrilling. And when it’s not feeding time, the massive creature really is a sweetheart. Just like Morgan.
Something occurs to me, and I laugh.
“What?”
“Oh, just… you really are a lot like Kaa. And that succulent you gave me. ‘Don’t overwater it’? Was that your way of trying to tell me you just needed time?”
