Page 9 of Unfettered

He growls as I slip my fingers out of him, but I slap his ass, stilling him. I drizzle more lube on my cock, despite knowing he’s ready. I don’t want to hurt him. I’ve lost him once due to my own selfishness, and I know I can’t survive it again. I can’t exist without my heart, without the other half of my soul.

Swallowing, I shake off the thoughts and refocus, needing to bring him pleasure instead. Lining myself up, I push in slowly, letting him feel every inch of me filling him.

“Oh, damn. It’s been so long, Tesoro.” I fucking whimper, gripping his hips hard enough that I know they’ll bruise. I bottom out and stay there for a moment, the sensations almost overwhelming me, as the emotions inside me spin out of control.

“Fuck. Please, Master, move. Please,” he begs, as he thrusts back, trying to spur me on.

Gnashing my teeth, I withdraw before thrusting back in powerfully, spurred on by his pleas for “faster” and “harder.” I fuck him with every bit of passion inside me, and all the love I have for him. It’s dirty and slippery, as sweat beads across our skin. Everything in me says to take him, to remind him that I’m the one who will always love him, and that no matter what happened in the past, this is us. This connection, this chemistry…

I let go of his hips, ignoring his whimpers of protest as I grab the lube once more, messily pouring it into my hand. Gripping his left hip, I reach around with my right hand and grasp his cock, jerking him off quickly as he gasps for air.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he yells, his entire body shaking.

“Come, Caro,” I demand, pegging his prostate again and again as I jerk him off. I’m breathless, but I refuse to have my pleasure until he has his.

I bite his shoulder, claiming him, and that’s the switch. He starts to come, and fuck if the way he clenches down doesn’t automatically trigger my own orgasm. I’m swept away in the river of satisfaction, grunting even though I feel half-dead.

We stay stuck together for a moment, both of us breathing hard. I kiss the mark I’ve left on his shoulder before slowly pulling out of him. He groans as I leave, so I layer kisses on his damp skin, desperately trying to remind him that I’ll always be here.

“I’m not going far, Tesoro. I’m just getting the shower started.”

I don’t miss the way he tenses, and I turn quickly, walking over to the shower stall to turn the water on and get it hot enough for him. I lean against the shower door for a moment, breathing as I mentally curse myself as my shoulders sag. Fuck.

A tear slips down my face, but I brush it away angrily. What if he can never move past this? What if I can’t?

I force myself upright, even as the weight of the world feels like it’s on my shoulders. I can’t look at the camera, too ashamed of what it’ll see—reinforcing the opinion held by others that I’m unworthy. As if I didn’t already know that.

I shake off the disgust rolling through me, concentrating instead on Emilio. My love. Even though it kills me. I turn around, forcing a smile at the sight of him almost conked out over the counter. At least, he’s not worried about Roman and Tennant right now.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” I murmur as I stroke his back. “It’s time for you to get a shower.”

He grumbles but opens his eyes, staring at me with a penetrating gaze that I swear can see right into my inky-dark soul. Yet he smiles, so I push away the passing fancy. I gently nudge him, corralling him toward the shower. He mutters as he goes, dragging his feet.

“You’ll feel better after a shower, Caro. I promise.”

“I don’t think I could feel any better than I already do,” he responds crankily, and I can’t stop the smug smirk from spreading across my face. The knowledge that I satisfied him so well warms my insides.

“Get in,” I urge, holding open the shower door. He hesitates briefly, and I quietly say, “I’ll be out here. I promise.”

He takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back before he pins me in place with a searching look. “No, Master. I want you in there with me. I always want you beside me.”

The tears from before threaten to reappear, only this time out of joy and relief. Still, I blink them away, unwilling to make this about me. “Okay, Caro. Whatever you want. I have you…always. I won’t leave you. I promise.”

With a blinding smile, he leads me into the shower and I close the door behind us, shuddering as he wraps his arms around me. For a while, we just stand there with the water beating down on us, soaking in its warmth and the connection we share, which soothes me even more than the shower itself.

I eventually take a step back with a regretful sigh. But as I pick up the soap and begin to slowly wash him, I smile at him. It’s hard to believe anything could be better than sex, but this right here? This is what love is truly about, and fuck, I’m so damn grateful for the opportunity to do it. Taking care of my Emilio will always be my greatest pleasure—and the greatest honor I have.

By the time we stumble out of the shower, we’re almost waterlogged, and his sleepiness has disappeared. The anxiety from earlier is rolling through him. Biting his lip, he looks at me.

“Check your phone, Tesoro. By now, we should know something. If anything, HQ will patch you in.” As he snatches his phone from the dirty clothes on the floor, I start to dry him, not paying attention to the words he says.

Then, all of a sudden, life stops. A broken sound comes from him, and the name slipping off his tongue has me spinning. Fuck. We need to go…

There’s someone who needs all the support we can give. Emilio and I exchange glances, and I know we’re on the same page. This is what we do…who we are. A family. Complex, certainly, but always together.

The lines within the Council disappear as we come together as one. It doesn’t matter, leader or not, we will be there for each other.

My biological family may be shit, but our found family? That I will forever be grateful for, and I refuse to believe we’ll lose a member… Not now. Not when all the pieces are finally beginning to click together.