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“And you know you’re safe with me.”
Exhaustion washes over me, like I’ve just run an emotional marathon. But I’m not just tired, I’m also refreshed in a weird way, like I’ve just put down something I’ve been carrying for a long time.
“Beau, you got royally fucked by life,” she says, and I let a laugh slip through as I lift my eyes to gaze at her. “We all do, but usually when you get royally fucked, you’re supposed to get a little aftercare, too.”
A smile creeps across my face as I stare at her. Every day I see her, something changes in my perception. I’ve stopped just seeing her as my dad’s friend or a Domme, but with every passing moment, I see her as something far more intimate and familiar. I see her as mine.
Suddenly, she stands, pulling me up by the hand. “Now, come on. It just so happens that aftercare is my favorite part.”
I know this is the part where I just get to hold her, touch her, talk to her, and treat her like I know she’s supposed to be treated. And even after everything I just did, she’s right. It is my favorite part too.
Rule #24: Beating up jerks won’t make anything better.
Beau
Hey loser. D&D tonight?
I read the incoming text through one half-opened eye before looking at the time. It’s almost noon. Maggie and I were up until three in the morning, and I feel like I have a hangover after that heavy conversation.
God, why did I admit all of that about not feeling good enough?
Next to me, Maggie is sleeping soundly, looking adorable with her messy brown hair covering half her face. She sleeps with her lips slightly parted, and I really want to kiss them. But I don’t.
Instead, I toss my phone on the nightstand and peel back the blanket covering Maggie’s body. She flinches when the cool air touches her breasts, but doesn’t fully wake up. When I pull the blankets lower, revealing her naked body, I lick my lips and feel a twitch in my quickly growing cock.
I press my lips to her bare stomach, and she flinches again. Trailing my mouth upward, I find her nipple with my tongue and lap hungrily as it starts to form a tight bud.
She lets out a soft moan, her body giving a little fidget from the sensation. When I climb over her, I peel her legs apart to settle myself between them, kissing my way down to her belly. Her fingers find my hair, clutching it in a tight grip like she often does. Her hips rise to meet me and just the sight of her abs constricting beneath me as she squirms with need has my cock throbbing for her.
With her hand in my hair, she steers my face to the apex of her thighs, and I dive in vigorously. She lets out a loud whimper as I press my open mouth to her warm cunt, licking through her folds as her thighs close around my head. She’s already wet and ready for me, like she was dreaming about me.
“Yes, Beau,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
I take my time, savoring her arousal as I fuck her with my tongue before sucking with intensity on her clit. She’s fully awake now, but her eyes are still closed, the sheets gripped tightly in her fists. After a few moments of sucking, she finally lets out a raspy scream, her back arched and thighs clenched. When she goes silent, I know she’s deep under the waves of her climax.
I love watching her come. Especially now that I know she’s been deprived of orgasms for so long. I meant what I said before. I want to be the one to right her past wrongs.
“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Now.”
And I don’t waste a second. Sitting up on my knees, I grab her by the hips and flip her onto her stomach, pulling her up until her pussy is right where I need it. Then I plunge in. With one hard thrust, I’m seated as far in as I can go. She lets out a cry, forcing her hips back as I pull out and pound in again.
Like last night, the soft flesh of her hips fills my grasp as I fuck her. But unlike last night, I don’t feel like shit about this. Shelikedthe way I treated her. She’s basically begging for it now. So I squeeze her tighter, hoping I leave bruises. Not because I want to hurt her, but because I want to mark her. I want everyone who ever considers touching her to know this perfect woman is mine—or rather, I’m hers. It’s irrational and ridiculous, but I love the idea of knowing no man can be what I am for Maggie. No more assholes, who just want to take from her. No more fumbling idiots, who don’t know how to give my woman pleasure.
Only me.
Forever.
My cock tremors and twitches inside her as I come. We stay like that for a while before I reluctantly pull out and collapse against the mattress. She curls into my arms as I kiss the back of her neck.
“I just decided I want you to stay over more often,” she says with a smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
* * *
The day goesby in a blur of sex. Suddenly, Maggie and I are fucking like we’re making up for something. Neither of us check our phones all day, and she takes the whole day off without a single minute of work.
I don’t even know what time it is when I’m strapped to her mattress and she’s riding me like a bull.
