Page 25 of The Intimacy of Control

I was driven straight to the edge. Right as I’d started coming, Forrest had given me breath again, and that first gasp matched with the first pulse of my cock, cum shooting all over my hand in rope after rope. I saw a different universe. I felt a new emotion. Euphoria and pleasure in the purest form, all done by Forrest’s hand as he controlled me. Used me. Told my body what to do and what not to do.

I’d done breath play with one other person before, and while it’d opened my eyes to the kink, I didn’t know it could feel that good. None of my fantasies could’ve lived up to it.

And then I’d gone and cried. Something had bubbled up inside of me and popped the moment Forrest came. It was like years of stress and nightmares had finally come to an end. I felt safe. I felt cared for. I was completely out of control, and I’d loved it.

How fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, sweetie.”

I opened my eyes again, staring at Forrest. He was crouched next to the bed, smiling at me. “Hi.”

“I was starting to get worried about you. I wasn’t sure when you’d wake up.”

Scrunching my eyebrows, I glanced from him to the window again. “It’s still dark outside.”

He chuckled. “It’s dark outside again, you mean. It’s seven o’clock. Today’s Thursday.”

That had me sitting up, jaw hung open as I stared at him. “What? I slept through the rest of the night and the whole day?”

“Yep. You seemed to really need the rest.”

“Forrest, I have a bar to run. Oh, my god. I need to get to work.” I started pulling the blankets away from myself, but he stopped me.

Shaking his head, he placed a hand on top of mine. “Mav called while you were sleeping, and I answered. I told him you’d been sleeping for a long time, and he said you probably needed to. He’s got the bar. You’re good.”

Maverick Wilson, always there to help me when I needed it most. Even if I didn’t want to admit I needed it. “Oh. Jesus Christ.” I groaned and let my body flop back onto the bed, wincing a little at how sore I was.

“Callum also called and texted. I didn’t answer that one because I didn’t make it in time. It only rang a couple of times.” He handed me my phone from the nightstand. “Have you not been sleeping? Or did I put you into a fuck-induced coma for real?”

I scrolled through my notifications with blurry eyes. They didn’t want to get used to the sudden bright light of my phone. Callum had indeed texted me a couple of times. “Uh, both, I think. Well, definitely both. I really haven’t been sleeping lately, but you also wore me out. I can’t believe I didn’t wake up because of—” I had to stop myself. I’d almost spilled a secret I didn’t want to share. “I can’t believe I didn’t even wake up to pee or anything.”

“Nope. I checked on you every now and then. You were knocked out cold. Though, did you know you snore?”

I faced him, staring for a second. “I do?”

He was smiling as he nodded. “Oh, yeah. Not very quietly, either. It’s like a damn train was going through my house.”

My eyes widened in shock, my cheeks going up in flames. “Fuck. No, I didn’t know that. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “It’s cute. Endearing. I like it.”

Could this get any worse? Sleeping with him again was already pretty far out of my comfort zone. Realizing that he made all the nightmares go away was even worse. He’d seen a side of me I rarely ever showed anyone—unless we were in bed, which I only showed people once—and now he knew I snored when I had no idea?

He called it endearing and cute.

I pulled the blankets up over my head. “Go away. I didn’t know that about myself. Nobody has ever stuck around long enough to tell me.”

“Oh, don’t be that way, beautiful.” He pulled the blanket back down, smiling over me. “How are you feeling? I went pretty rough on you.”

Looking away from him, I shrugged. “Sore. In a good way.”

“Good. How about this? You get yourself up and around, I’ll run you a bath, take care of you, and then I’ll cook you something to eat. I know you’ve got to be hungry.”

It sounded awful. Horrible. I didn’t want him to do any of that. I could run my own bath, take care of myself, and feed myself perfectly fine at my house. As long as the water was on now. But, of course, my mouth had other ideas. “Okay. Sounds good.”

Forrest brushed some of my hair away from my forehead before getting up and walking away. I felt so fucking rested, yet I was tired at the same time. I wondered if he’d let me take a nap in his bed after we ate, since it seemed to be the only place where I could have an uneventful sleep.

Pushing that thought out of my head immediately, I opened Callum’s texts back up.