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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fort
Did u find her yet?
Yes, Dev, I found her.
And…????
She’s lying next to me. I can’t text now.
You can’t text in a good way, or a bad way?
…
C’mon Forsyth. Don’t leave me hanging
…
Fort…?
A good way, I texted.Everything’s good right now. Perfect. See u when we get home.
I switched off my phone, even though he was typing another text. Dev could wait, New York could wait, everything could wait. Now that I was in love, I wanted to revel in it for a while. I rolled closer to Juliet in our narrow bed and buried my face against her neck, breathing in the scent of my future. Potential energy transformed to kinetic energy.
Two clock gears, finally fitted into place.
Chapter Thirty: Epilogue
Six months later
Istood onmy toes, without recourse, without a safe word, gingerly sinking back into the black butterfly chair in my lover’s secret dungeon. “Ow, ow, ow,” I whispered.
“Hush. Don’t make me get the bigger one.”
Fort had settled into a routine of using the “big” or “bigger” dildo for the butterfly chair. The big one was extremely uncomfortable to take up one’s ass, but the bigger one was a monster, only used for punishments. Like if a maso-submissive was whining and complaining too much.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said. “It’s just… It really hurts.”
“That’s a good thing. Sit all the way back.”
He waited while I eased down, seating myself on the jutting shaft. When my ass cheeks finally contacted the chair, I sighed and laid back, taking deep breaths, squeezing on the width inside me as I acclimated to the feeling of being stretched.
“Good girl,” he said, his eyes bright with approval.
It was Saturday night. Now that his ban from The Gallery had been lifted, we could have gone there, but he didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to, either. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Well, notexactlywhere I wanted to be. I moaned as I shifted on the lubed phallus. “How long will I have to…”
He put a finger over my lips. “Enough. Don’t make me gag you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I bit my lip, trying not to talk so much. We were still working on that.
“Hold up your wrists for me,” he said.
I obeyed, knowing I was about to give up all control of my body. Or rather, his body, the body that belonged mostly to him. I still used my body to work for Goodluck, to move around in the city, but I’d come to think of my body as Fort’s, so it was only on loan while I was away from him. When I returned home, when we were together, I was his. He loved me, just as he promised.
And he hurt me, but we both liked that part.
