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That’s easy.
“I want to get back to work,” I say. “I loved my job. Exposing corruption and standing up to the powerful… there’s no higher calling. That’s why I was willing to put my life on the line. I didn’t just want to live up to my father’s name and make him proud; my goal was to go beyond him, and show everyone that I got to the top of my field on my own, not because of his name.”
Ingram takes my hand in his.
“I’m sure Walter would have wanted that for you.”
I nod. Maybe. I think Dad just wanted me to be happy, whatever that meant.
“Ingram, if I’m being truthful, I don’t think I can live on a tropical island, not after the time I spent at the Enclave. A beach wouldn’t bother me, but an island… I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable.”
“That’s understandable,” Ingram replies.
“I just don’t know if it’s possible for me to have the life I want anymore. What if the world doesn’t understand what happened in the last year? I could spend years explaining that it was all an act, that I was forced into doing it by a psychopath. Would they accept it? I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t care what the rest of the world thinks, but I do. It matters, because it’s the truth. I’d like for you to be a part of that, because I want you in my life.”
“You want it all,” he says, chuckling.
“Yes, I do.”
And after what I’ve been through, I fucking deserve it.
Ingram sets aside the breakfast tray and pulls me into his lap.
“I’m going to give you everything. It’s going to be my life’s mission,” he says.
He kisses me, brushing my cheek with his hand. His promise opens a valve in my heart, and tears begin to flow. A lifetime ago he assured me I would someday be free and that the Masters would pay; he warned me that it could take some time, and that life would be hell for a while. He wasn’t wrong. And now he’s living up to his word. I’m closer to the end of this ordeal than the beginning.
“Are you okay?” Ingram asks.
“Yeah. This is just… still hard to believe it’s real.”
“I can help with that.”
He sets me down on the bed and draws down my pajama bottoms. The motion elicits a twinge of pain from the stitches in my thigh, but my pussy throbs.
“Just lie back. I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I groan.
Gently, he spreads my legs until he has easy access to my aching warmth. His tongue laps my sodden folds like an artist paints a canvas: soft, easy strokes — deliberate and tantalizing in the creation of a masterpiece. Every touch makes me want more; I have to fight to keep my hands flat on the bed and not stroke myself. His pace serves as a delectable form of torture, but one I know will end pleasantly.
His firm grip on my calves stirs my hunger, while his warm breath teases my clit. Toes curling in my socks, I mewl from the growing euphoria. My chest heaves as the excitement threatens to overwhelm me. I want it to last, but after so long going without, I don’t think I can hold back the orgasm rising within. The one outside the barn yesterday was never meant to be more than an appetizer of what’s to come.
“Ingram, I can’t… I’m going to…”
“Not yet, Kate. Hold it.”
I whine, tossing my head back and forth as he speeds up his motion, shifting to caressing my clit with his tongue. My entire body wants to erupt; the bliss boiling over in my pussy yearns to break free. For Ingram, I do my best, resorting to pinching my nipple through my shirt. The sting stems the flow of ecstasy, but only for a few moments. Wrenching against invisible bonds, I bite my lip and writhe.
“Please! I need to come!”
He speeds up even more, sucking my clit between hard licks.
It’s too much. I can’t hold out.
“Please!”
“Okay, Kate. You may come,” he says at last.
