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I demand a check in, she’s still yellow, so I replace my soaking face back where I belong. It’s my favorite place in the whole world. Making her scream my name all over again as I pull orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted body, reminding her who she belongs to, showing her exactly what I’m capable of. There’s no greater feeling.
“B-b-black.” Her safe word is clear, loud, and falls in the otherwise quiet room with a heaviness.
“I’ve got you, kitten. I’ve got you.” Releasing her feet from the cuffs with one hand, I stroke her stomach with the other. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
She smiles down at me with hazy eyes, and if I was a betting man I’d say she could probably have taken another orgasm or two, easily. But that’s not my decision to make. As her dominant, my call is to stop when she says she’s had enough, clean her up, take her home, and take care of her.
She says she’s given all she can give, and it’s my job to believe her. No matter what I think. “Such a good girl, Addison. Let’s get you home, okay?”
CHAPTER19
Addison
Such a good girl.
A warm hum encompasses my entire body as I stretch out. Oof. Everything hurts. All my muscles groan at the unwelcome movement. My eyelids refuse to open, but a quick pat of the mattress beside me comes up empty. Thor is gone, the sheets are cool, and I have no idea what time it is.
My curls are stuck to my face, I have no bonnet on, and another quick pat of my chest confirms I’m naked. There’s also a trail of drool from the corner of my mouth.
Fuck. So hot.
Thor probably took one look at the troglodyte lying next to him in bed and fled the state.
Not sure why, I’m such a fucking catch.
Rolling onto my side, I sigh. Last night feels like a dream, a beautiful, orgasm-hazy dream. After I safe-worded—perhaps sooner than I needed to, but I didn’t want to take any chances on pushingtoofar—Thor sprang into action. It’s so nice being able to trust him to stop when I need him to.
My ex... well, he kinda marched to the beat of his own drum. Woke up with him inside me once or twice, and I can’t say I was thrilled about it. If I’d stayed with him longer I could have seen things crossing the line. Not anything he said, or even did, just a feeling I had in my gut that I couldn’t trust him to stop when I hit my limit.
Last night, I was a little out of it, fighting sleep as I lay there, ass-naked, skin stuck to the wooden throne, crown dangling from my curls. I must have looked a sight then, too.
I remember Thor’s low, soothing tone, warm washcloths between my legs, being picked up and placed carefully on the day bed that was at the edge of the room. He stroked my hair, my cheek, and wrapped me in a blanket while feeding me cashews and encouraging me to drink more fruit juice.
At one point another voice entered the room. Not Jagger this time, but I couldn’t place it. Thor gave him instructions about a bag somewhere, and a few minutes later I was being dressed in a pair of Thor’s sweats, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. They smelled of his detergent and made me feel safe.
He carried me out of the staff entrance to the club and held me in the back seat while someone drove us home.
Home.
Stretching again, the movements feel a little easier, not as stiff, so I risk a third stretch, holding it for a beat or two.
Is this my home now? I’ve come to think of it as home, but part of me fears the feelings I’m developing, this growing fondness for Thor and Matthew that has taken root in my chest is one-sided.
Sure, he was all kinds of amazing last night. Our date was perfect, our playing at the club was everything I needed it to be, and the aftercare was... Well, I’d do it all over again right now if it meant my giant boyfriend turned into a tender man-servant who would have given me the world with a bow on it last night if he could.
But is it just a physical thing for him? Is it just the child care and the sex?
It’s not. I know it’s not, I feel it in the pit of my stomach. It’s more for him, too, but those deep-seated vulnerabilities aren’t easy to shirk off when you’re staring down the barrel of something scary and new.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I force my eyes open. The ache in my bones is definitely a good ache, a contented ache, an ache I’ve earned. It’s not bad pain. Curiosity about the marks Phoenix made on my back and ass drags me out of bed to find a mirror.
My stomach falls when there’s no bruising, and a few red marks. Huh. I’d kind of hoped for something... more. A little more of a reminder of the night before. At least with harder impact I’m left with a pretty bruise covering my skin that lasts for days.
I wonder if I could convince Thor to paint my skin with his palms. I drop a text to tell him I’m hopping in the shower, and I’ll be down ASAP. Reality sets in. This is my place of work. The weight of what we’ve done presses against my ribcage making me nauseous.
It’s after ten, but Thor isn’t supposed to be at work. It’s Sunday, so while I wasn’t supposed to take Matthew to school this morning, I still have responsibilities, and my time working here hasn’t finished. Will he be mad that I slept in?
Within seconds, Thor comes into the bedroom with an appraising stare starting at my toes and scorching a path all the way up my body, landing on my eyes. “Stop panicking.”
