MasterinMelbourne
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If she’d been healthy, she imagined he might have grabbed her head and shoved it down. They’d save that pleasure for another day. This time he seized the blankets in clenched fists and gave a soft, low cry as he erupted inside her, shooting cum across her tongue and down her throat, and she tried to swallow it all. There was too much. Some dribbled out the side. It seemed as if his pulses went on and on. I did this. Me.
She rolled off when he’d finally finished. She was exhausted and satisfied. He wiped the dollop of cum off her cheek and ran his hands through her hair. She was dimly aware of him adjusting the blankets around her naked body. Somehow, despite the welts, it didn’t sting. It felt warm and comfortable and good.
Epilogue
She stood on the balcony of Nick’s house, watching the woods. His place backed up to a nature preserve, and a few hours after twilight she could occasionally catch sight of possums, or once, a wombat. She’d been retreating to the balcony more and more lately, she knew. He’d been wonderfully sweet to her. When she had said she wanted some time off from being a submissive, he had simply told her that he’d figured she’d need that eventually. When she’d started spending her evenings on the balcony alone with her paints, rather than with him, he’d given her the space.
She missed him horribly, and he was only twenty-five feet away, behind the screen that separated the balcony from the living room. She glanced back and saw him looking past the television, watching her. He didn’t turn away or pretend to do anything differently, or act as if he’d been caught. He was the same calm force he’d always been for her. For everyone—she’d watched him with kids and with his colleagues, and he was always a rock. Unflappable.
He hasn’t given up on me. I won’t give up on myself.
She flipped the cover over on top of her watercolor palette box and set her block on top. It was more than him not giving up. He was confident. Stu had stalked her, but Nick simply lay in wait, patiently.
She set her brushes down on the palette box, resting them against the edge of the slightly smaller block to stop them from rolling, and then wiped the bottom of her clean water jar with her T-shirt to make sure it was dry. She did the same with the “dirty” water, although in an hour of staring at the woods she hadn’t gotten any paint in it, and balanced it all on top of the block. She got up and took a step, and he was up, moving as smoothly and gracefully as a panther to get the screen door for her.
“Thank you,” she said. She didn’t take the paints up to the little room he’d set aside for her studio, as was her habit, but set them down on the little wicker table near the door instead, on top of some magazines.
“No luck tonight?”
“No beasties, anyway.” Her heart hammered. Am I really up to this?
He took her hand and she wondered if he was going to derail her plan. It might be weeks, months, forever, until she had the courage to offer herself to him again, and yet she wasn’t quite strong enough to make this the moment if he led her in another direction. He was probably going to take her to the kitchen for tea. Or to the bedroom for simple lovemaking. He didn’t need toys or ropes to make her feel heavenly.
He walked back to his chair instead. Did he know? No matter. She pulled the loose dress she wore over her head and knelt down before him. Words were harder than actions after the gap that had been created. That she had made. But she wanted to say at least one. “Master.”
He smiled. “My love. I love you, Zoe.”
She nodded. “I think I knew that.”
He leaned back and waited.
She knew what he wanted. She wanted to say it too. “I love you too, Nick.”
“Well then.” He moved out of his chair and scooped her up into his arms. “You’ll have to stay. Time to play, darlin’.”
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