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“And I’m sorry for not recognizing the signals. I’ve been wrapped up in your safety, but I can keep you safe and keep you satisfied at the same time, if you’ll let me.”
She knew that all too well. He’d been doing it for five years. She’d just gotten a little lost for a little while.
But as he always did, Russell pulled her out of the darkness and gave her exactly what she needed to keep going forward.
Chapter 3
Russell
Russellcouldn’thelpthesmirk that tugged at his lips a few days later, as he trailed behind Gemma when they boarded the private jet that would take them to Switzerland. She walked with cautious, almost ginger steps, and there was something about knowing he’d caused her soreness that stoked the embers of his lust for her.
They’d done exactly as he promised and worked up to her being able to handle a full-blown fisting scene. He could have gone all the way last night. She was ready. Sore, but ready. But he was enjoying dragging it out, and insisted they wait until they arrived in Switzerland. As a precursor, he was going to tie her to the bed in the jet’s bedroom and make her come at least a dozen times.
The flight was only an hour and a half, but she was exhausted from their intense play last night, so she wouldn’t object to laying down. Even though he was unlikely to let her sleep. They were spending a full ten days at Les Émeraudes together, that would have them there through Christmas and back in London just in time for the New Year’s Eve party she had to attend with her family, and he intended to make the most of it.
When she pointed out that he hadn’t been giving her what she craved and accused him of being too delicate with her just because they were trying to have a baby, he’d wanted to object. Tell her she was wrong. That he’d spanked her at least once a week for the entirety of their relationship.
But hearing himself even think that made him realize she was right. Their dynamic went so far beyond a simple spanking. Realizing that he hadn’t been taking care of her because of his own misguided attempts to keep her safe had him plagued with guilt, and he intended to make sure she remembered just how much he cared for her during their vacation.
He would remind her (and himself) that she was his to fuck, hurt, and love however he wanted. That had been their agreement when she put on his collar all those years ago. Her body belonged to him. But that meant giving her what her body craved. And Gemma craved intense sensation, often in the form of pain that would make others run screaming.
It worked for Russell, because there was little that got him harder faster than a submissive crying from the pain he’d inflicted. As long as those tears were accompanied by a wet cunt begging for his cock.
“Where are Matthew and Kendall?” Gemma asked when they stepped onto the plane.
He wrapped his arms around her waist in the center of the aisle and sank his teeth into her neck. Her gasp turned to a satisfied moan, and he kissed the tender spot he’d just bitten.
“Forget about them. They’re joining us tomorrow night. We’re going to go to the bedroom in a little while and spend the next hour discussing the rules for this trip.”
She rolled her eyes and earned a hard smack on her ass. An ass he was certain was still sore from the kiss of his leather belt the other night.
The pain his palm sent through her body made her shudder and sag against him, making him chuckle. “You’re so easy, love. Now be a good girl and have a seat while we take off. Once we’re in the air, we’ll go to the bedroom, and if you agree to my rules, I’ll make you come as many times as you want before we land.”
Her face took on a pretty blush when a flight attendant cleared his throat behind us. The man was one of Russell’s long-time employees and was aware his relationship with Gemma was unconventional. So, he was smart enough not to say anything. But they tried not to rub their kink in anyone’s faces, so he kissed her cheek and nudged her toward a seat then turned and greeted Ed.
“Drinks, Mr. Adler? The usual for both of you?” he asked, after a handshake.
Russell looked at Gemma. “Drink, love?”
“Gin and tonic, please.”
The attendant headed to the galley without another word. As he disappeared, Russell draped an arm around Gemma and kissed her temple. “You look lovely this morning, Treasure.”
She beamed at him and laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad we’re doing this. We needed the getaway. Hopefully, you’ll relax enough to be honest with me about not wanting to live in London anymore.”
Her probing accusation made him lean back in surprise. She wasn’t wrong, Russell much preferred the States. He’d done his best to conceal that, though. Gemma’s family needed her in London at least half of the year, so they split their time. Even after she handed the family business to a board of trustees to run, things were still tumultuous following the collapse of Redstone Consolidated, and her mother hadn’t handled the bad press very well.
“I’m sorry, love. You don’t need the pressure of my desire to be back home. London is just fine. But I am looking forward to an extended trip back to the compound.”
Gemma smiled. “Kendall and Matthew are moving back as soon as the baby is born. Holly and Elijah are having another one and so are Isabelle and Garrett. They want to raise the little one around their cousins. Even if they aren’t blood.”
Russell lifted an eyebrow. He hadn’t heard this news yet.
“How do you feel about that?” he asked, trailing a finger up her arm.
She lifted one shoulder as she stared at him. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Deep down, I understand that it’s good for them. But my sense of duty obligates me to be here a lot of the time.”
He squeezed her hand. “I know, love. And it’s fine. We agreed to stay here until we didn’t need to anymore.”
