She calls my name in utter pleasure, her body shuddering and her pussy clamping around me as we fall apart together.
KIERSTEN
Present
Lying in bed, I still can’t quite believe it.
He’s back.
Gabriel.
MyGabriel.
For years, I’ve dreamed of him coming back. I’ve woken up in this very bed hoping he’d be here lying with me. I roll over carefully, and only just so, the bed groans gently in protest. And there he is.
But this is no fantasy.
I can feel him, his arms still possessively around my waist, holding me close, as if he’s saying he’s never going to let me go again. I can hear his breathing, so missed, against the back of my neck, and when I squirm slightly, I feel his arms tighten. The tips of my fingers play along his corded muscles, slipping through the hair that’s scattered along his forearm.
Years feel as if they were only days, and I don’t know how time passed without him here.
A simper plays at my lips, and feelings I haven’t felt in over a decade threaten to overwhelm me. This man has always had power over me. It’s impossible to deny as I lie quietly in his arms, wanting nothing more than this.
“Kiersten,” he murmurs. The rough timbre is every bit of what I remember it to be.
It’s not a question, but at the same time, it is. I adjust and relax. “I never planned to have anyone in this bed with me. My shoulder’s not used to this spot.”
He chuckles, and his arms loosen slightly, letting me find a better spot. I turn over, nestling against him, and he kisses the top of my head...
Just like he used to.
The ache in my chest tightens as the questions whisper at the back of my mind. So many questions, and I silence them all.
I catch the bottom of my lip between my teeth as he tells me to sleep. It’s nearly three a.m., and I know we can talk tomorrow, like he said we would.How can I sleep, though, when it already feels like I’m dreaming?Somehow, even though it’s been a lifetime apart, I feel like I’m right back where I was... all those years ago...
Back to that first time, when I almost didn’t believe any of this was real.
The Past, February
The iron doorsto the private elevator open, and I walk in idly without conscious thought, stunned by the luxury.
A two-floor penthouse with vaulted ceilings in the living room, a ‘lounge’ that’s inlaid in black marble and filled with books, a master bathroom bigger than any home I’ve ever stepped foot in, complete with a black marble built-in jacuzzi bathtub and gilded faucets, and more.
I can’t help the overriding thought that I don’t belong here. Even as he tells me where to sit, how to sit, and that I’ve done so well learning his preferences. I bite the tip of my tongue as I think,and you’ve done a damn good job learning mine.
“It’s been thirty days, my little whore,” he says as he strokes my cheek, making my nipples tighten and my heart hammer in my chest. Who would have thought, just a month ago, that a single touch would create such a reaction in me? It’s him. It’s what he’s done to me. He plays my body like I was made for him. He knows every button to push because he installed them.
The thoughts that have been torturing me scream in my head.No one will ever give me what he has ever again. He’s ruined me.
“Yes Sir,” I reply, leaning into his touch.
I know I shouldn’t ask such questions. It’s not my role to ask. It is my role to do exactly what he wants me to do and to accept that. It’s my role to follow the rules he’s set forth.
And I fucking love it. I haven’t a single issue with that arrangement.
But I can’t help it, on today of all days. Looking up at him, I need to know. He’s been so distant over these past few hours, like he’s giving me space for some reason. Only now, as we prepare to go out for the evening, has he called me to him to talk.
On the last day of our contract. Tomorrow, I’m no longer his. Which also means he’s no longer mine.