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“Ha! I do like playing with you.”
He jumped back on the bed, crawled over me and took a handful of hair into his fist, and the second my legs spread for him, he was back inside me, fucking the living hell out of my hole.
Maybe it was twenty minutes, but it seemed like hours. Noah had the stamina of all his horses and then some. I came again, crying with the orgasm, which was a first for me. I sobbed, begging him to relieve me from having to the second time that go around but he didn’t relent. My Dom was strict and when he gave his word, he had all intentions of finishing it, but then again, I had a word. It was a word I hadn’t used in a very long time.
“Red,” I sobbed, then turned my head away. Noah’s movements stopped, and he moved out of me. I expected him to be so angry, but when I chanced to look at him, he was smiling.
“Well, it’s about time.”
He climbed beside me on the bed and lay there, staring, his head resting on his arm. He was smiling at me, and he traced my lips with his finger.
“You were trying to get me to safeword?”
“Not exactly, but I wanted you to take that fucking power back. I was ready to quit a while ago, but you wanted so much to please me. I didn’t want to hurt you that way.”
“I’m… not afraid to say it, Noah. Not anymore.”
“Why were you ever afraid, with me, I mean?”
I looked up at the ceiling, wishing for the answer to be written across it, but I didn’t need that. I had begun the grinding process of analyzing my own thoughts and feelings, to where I knew before I knew that I knew.
“Noah, it wasn’t you. Ever. And I know, by the way, that you’ve held back on me a lot. You knew I could take a lot more sometimes, but you didn’t. I trust you, Noah, to know when I should stop, but I didn’t trust me with that. Not… not until now. And if anyone says I told you so about the fucking therapist, I’ll?”
“Honey, you needed therighttherapist. We all need help sometimes, and you needed a guy that didn’t want you to stop all your kinks. That’s not easy to find. I’ve been talking to him too, as you know, and he’s given me a lot to think about.”
“Like?”
I didn’t look back to him, afraid, maybe, of what I’d see. “That, my love for you, scares me only because I don’t want to lose you.”
I turned my head then and saw his eyes welling with tears. “Noah! I thought… you know I love you. I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”
“I know that, but a part of me worries that I’ll lose you. It’s a small part, but he’s a bastard, naggin’ me the way he does. Honey, you’re mine, but you’re also yours. I don’t want you to lose that thing inside you that makes you happy.”
“I’d say you make me happy, but that’s a cop out. You do, of course, but it’s in me too. I’m sorry if I’ve worried you.”
“Don’t be. It’s my job to worry about you. It feels good to have someone to worry over.”
“Then I’m your man for sure!”
“Yes, you are.”
We cuddled on the couch after the shower. I’d come so much that my legs were weak, but my strong man held me until we were on the couch, under a blanket and the snow fell outside.
The winter had been mild, Noah said, but it snowed at least once a week. I was used to it by then, and maybe more. The snow had caused Noah to want me to stay in the beginning. Maybe I loved the snow for that. If it had been the beginning of summer instead, he might have let me fix my bike and leave.
It made for more work, though. After the cock cage was placed back on me, assurances that he’d tell me soon how long I’d go without orgasm again, I helped Noah the next morning. We got the hay stacked in the truck's bed and the plow on the front. I went to Spirit, who’d long ago been saddled now, and ridden a few times. He was still a wild thing, ready to run into the property, and Noah had plans to let him. “I gotta go get the milk, then I’ll be back to let you and the others out of the barn, ok?”
Spirit and I were tight. He let me pet him and nibbled the collar of my jacket for a minute before letting me leave.
Bossie was ready to be milked and lowed at me when she saw me heading her way. “Hey, Bossie, girl. How are they hanging?”
I always cracked up over that joke, but she didn’t seem impressed. “Yeah, well, you’re not funny either.”
I heard something outside the barn and realized I’d left the door open. Noah would skin me, letting out the heat. He spent a small fortune keeping the barn heated.
I left the bucket next to the stool so Bossie wouldn’t kick it over and told her I’d be back to finish in a second. She didn’t seem to care, so I went to the door to close it when I caught movement outside, near the corral.
“Joel, Jesus, I thought you were through spying.”
