…though I would argue she was distressingly stable. Articulate. Shameless in a way that both thrilled andalarmedme.
And more than that…I want her.
I want to command her to take her clothes off and wait for me—to allow me to cover her in electrodes and monitor every minute reaction…to touch her and take the waveforms and memorize their shape. I want to chart the shift in her breathing when my tongue is at her throat. I want to stimulate her slowly enough to watch the cascade unfold like a symphony.
No.
I need to check in.
I need her to know I didn’t abandon her. That I’m not ashamed of her.
I lift my comm and type out a message.
Kaelion
Are you alright?
I stare at it for five long seconds before hitting send.
A moment later, the reply flashes across my screen.
Lyn
yeah, i’m fine. better i think. a little weird, but better. didn’t mean to freak you out, sorry
I stand, taking my comm with me so I can pace the length of my living room. The words are begging to spill out of me, and I type a great number of them out…
Kaelion
I’m not ashamed of you. I want to start with that. I want you to understand that this is uncharted territory for me, and that I have no expectations that you’ll continue working with me. This has become complicated, but I am…
I go back to the drawing board.
Consider going all the way to the gutter and telling her what I really feel.
Kaelion
Come here. Stay quiet. I am going to make you come until you’re so wrung out that you don’t want to come again.
…I delete each and every one.
Kaelion
Any new symptoms?
She takes longer to reply this time. In the minutes that pass, I feel like I’m drowning.
Lyn
nope, just the same old lack of ability to orgasm without you.
I stop pacing.
Sit down on the sofa.
My fingers hover above the comm, unable to determine how to even reply to that. Everything I can imagine seems too hollow, too clinical,cowardly. I have no idea what she needs right now, especially when all I can think about is her wet mouth around my thumb, the way she took my digit as I thrust deep into her throat?—
Kaelion
