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“Do we like that rule?” he asks, his voice all sex and thunder. The belt comes down again, leaving another streak of fire above the first. “Let me hear your pretty words, Lindy.”
“Yes!” I suck in a breath again, leaning into the pain. I close my eyes, letting my head loll back as the belt flies through the air, finding its way across my ass once more.
He drops it to the floor and before the pain of the third stripe can register, his mouth is on my pussy, hot and wet and heavenly. My senses fly into overdrive, and I cry out, loving that every room is soundproof.
The heat and stinging flare across my bare ass as his tongue swirls and licks my swollen, throbbing clit. I come, hard and fast and without sound, my body curling into a tight shudder, save for my arms that remain stretched overhead.
But he’s not done with me. He cups my ass in his hands, digging into my flesh, dragging his fingertips over my heated, punished curves as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth. I stretch up on tiptoe, calling up toward the heavens, “God, oh my God,” as I hit that wave of ecstasy once more.
He stands up, wiping a hand across his mouth, quickly unlatching the cuffs above my head. “God, you are so sexy. I have to have you. Now.”
“Take me,” I say, my body languid and loose. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs jelly-like and useless. “And do what you will with me.” I point to my gold tiara. “I am a Beauty now, after all.”
“You always were.” He plants a kiss on my forehead, just below the crown. “You just needed the right man to show you.”
“I found him.” I circle my arms tighter around his neck. “And I think I might be obsessed with him.”
He gives a deep growl, scooping my bare, lower body up in his arms. “Not as obsessed as he is with you.”
And he carries me up all three flights of stairs.
And shows me just how much he loves me.
Twice.
may 11th
Exactly one year since Lindy stood on the shore and began to plan her escape.
thirty-three
Lindy
Istand on the shore of the beautiful blue Adriatic Sea, the water shimmering in the light, crisp and inviting. The sun shines bright, making my ring sparkly and warming my tanned skin in the skimpy black bikini I wear, the one my fiancé has chosen for me. The sand is fine and white beneath my bare feet.
I step into the ocean. I let the waters of the Adriatic Sea wash over my body. A cool sensation, yet not the frigid bite of the North Sea. No, this is more of a refreshing late spring wake-up call, a piece of paradise to shake off the cold cloudiness of the English countryside we’ve just come from visiting on our world travels.
After our whirlwind captor romance, we decided we needed a getaway, some time to get to know one another. When Damian found out I’d never left the state of New York before the jet incident, he insisted we travel, starting with Europe.
Apparently, young Michelangelo did well filling in for him with the new recruits’ martial arts training when we were first here. I’m proud of Damian for relinquishing control so we could be gone as long as we are.
Damian’s only checked in with his replacement three times today.
Yesterday was ten, so we’re making progress.
We’ve stopped by the Parrish for a very special memorial service. Dante still hasn’t agreed to the family’s celebration of life, but he’s ready to spread his late wife’s ashes, and he’s asked me and Damian to be here with him.
When I first returned to the Village from the Hamlet, Dante took me in his arms in a huge hug, calling me daughter and telling me how much he and Dolores both missed me.
How things weren’t the same after I left.
How… the house in the Village no longer felt like a family once I was gone.
My heart melted.
I’m proud of his progress. I like to think I helped him along with his healing, but let’s be honest, it was the love of a good woman that really helped him move on. Dante and Dolores have recently made it official, calling one another boyfriend and girlfriend. Out of respect for Adrianna, Dolores chose to stay behind in the Village, watching Angel.
When we leave here, it will for Denver—my first-time skiing will be at the end of the season in Breckenridge—hopefully the real skiers have moved on and there will be fewer observers to laugh at my clumsiness—and then, we’re headed to an off-season, behind-the-scenes tour of the Broncos stadium where Dante and Dolores will join us. Damian got us a meet and greet dinner with the team and coaches, so that should be exciting.
