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But I fucking love it.
His knee pins my bound wrists to the side of the cabinets, rendering me useless and at his will entirely.
He doesn’t slow down on either action, treating my clit like my tongue and applying pressure to it with a back-and-forth rubbing movement. His dick is as deep as possible, the feeling of his testicles fully pressed against me something that I never thought would be so possible, but also so damn delicious.
He’s using me as his outlet, and he’s not taking any survivors. He’s going to fuck me mercilessly, endlessly, and I can only part my legs to make sure I get another few orgasms out of it.
And I do.
But still, he has yet to come. It’s weird for him to last this long, especially given how we haven’t had sex all week. I can’t imagine he hasn’t touched himself in seven days just to appease the needs in his body. If it were any different between us, and he didn’t claim to love me, then maybe I would worry.
I trust Carter more than I trust myself, though. He wouldn’t cheat on me for some cheap, quick sex.
Yet the possibility remains in the back of my head while he flinches, his hands coming to my throat where he applies just enough pressure to choke me. I cough and gag, the back of my neck tightening to the point that I can feel my throat close against the slick edge of his dick.
He did it on purpose.
I try to swallow some of the warm cum that covers my throat, and I choke on the taste while he pulls out of my lips with a harsh twitch. His hands tug at my hair, forcing me to sit up suddenly on the edge of the countertop, just in time for me to cough and drool, his cum finding its way out of my throat.
He keeps one hand in my hair, gently keeping me upright, while the other squeezes my chin, pushing against either of my cheeks. My lips part on impulse, his eyes scanning the sight of my mouth drenched in his cum. He pins my jaw shut with his hand, forcing me to breathe through my nose.
“Drink it all, dove. Right now.”
I gag to myself, still trying to fight the sensation of his cock in the furthest depths of my throat just seconds ago, but I aim to appease the man I love. I swallow down a large gulp, fight back a coughing fit, and nod with my eyes peeled against his.
He looks surprised at my speed, letting go of my mouth and pinching my cheeks once more. I can feel the slimy, warm aftermath of his cum against my tongue still, but it’s all gone. When he sees it, too, he lets me go, backing away to catch his own haggard breath.
I lean sideways, needing to rest, but it doesn’t work out well. The darkness has mixed with the spots forming over my tired, wide eyes, and my palm misses the countertop outright. I whine in shock, knowing it’s too late to catch myself, but Carter is there as always.
He catches me in time for us to hit the floor a little lighter than anticipated. I’m strewn out over his lap, naked, wet from the hot tub, and still bound by the belt on my wrists. He undoes the belt eventually, curling me into his lap like I was the night after our last fight. I snuggle into his warm chest, my head tucked against his shoulder, and we breathe together in a stifled silence.
“Easy, dove,” he says, his voice coming down to normal again. It was rough and demanding minutes ago, more than it typically is, but now he’s the Carter Blackthorne I know and love. The giving, caring gentleman that I fell for. He tucks my hair back and kisses my temple as he holds me. “You’re perfect, Isabella. You know that?”
My brows pinch. “Why do you say that, Carter?”
“You and I have had a rough week. You could have called mercy and ended it downstairs, but you were more than willing to play along. You and I may fight and have a rift here and there every so often, but I know it won’t last forever. We will always find our way back to one another, right?”
I nod slowly, comfortably sandwiched against this chest. “Yeah, you’re right, Carter.”
“You want that, don’t you? You want me forever?”
“How could you ask that? If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. I would have called mercy. I would have left you. I am here because I love you, and I believe in us. I just…” I shake my head, aware I’ve said too damn much, as usual.
“What is it, dove? Speak up.”
“I’ll just ruin it again. Like always. I just need to keep my mouth shut before I make things worse.”
“You aren’t doing any such thing, Isabella. Talk to me.”
Still, I’m hesitant. “No, I just can’t. It’s not worth the trouble.”
“What do you mean? Why won’t you just tell me what you’re thinking, dove?”
I find his eyes, unsure how to explain his without starting another fight with the man I adore. “Because it’s just going to cause you to be mad, Carter. I love you, and I believe in us, but yeah, I’m afraid. I’m afraid we will break.”
His eyes turn cold, and his hands hold me tighter to his chest while we sit on the floor. “Why do you think we will break?”
“Because you don’t trust me.”
