“Yes.” I sigh when I feel his tongue take the place of his fingers. My fingers grip his hair and hold him to my pussy as I grind against his mouth. “So good.” I cry out when his tongue fucks me, twirling and lapping at me.
“I agree.” he says, moving back up my body. “Look at me.” he commands, but I don't want to. I am too afraid to let the hurt back in just from looking at him remembering the betrayal. “Look at me Nova.” I refuse, shaking my head no. The weight of him on me leaves the bed and I want to call him back to me, beg him to finish this, but I don’t. I lay here instead, waiting for him when I feel the familiar cold of leather and I know he has shackled me to the bed.
“Let me up.” I tell him no force behind the words but I feel like I have to at least pretend to be pissed, when what I really am is elated to once again be held by him.
"With your hands cuffed and your ankles shackled, where the fuck are you going to go, baby?” he asks removing his pants. His cock stares right at me and everything fades. I want that.
“Loe.” I pant, needing him more than anything to make me forget and remember.
“You want to cry now, but you just tried to kill me, by walking out, little girl. Not. You pay.” Thank God. He lays his weight on me, our fingers entwined, and he slides inside of me. I close my eyes and lift off the bed feeling him slide deeper. “Jesus, this cunt has me hypnotized.”
“Fuck me.” I don’t want words right now. I want to feel him. Instead of doing just that, he stops.
“No. I thought I had lost you forever, baby. I stopped breathing baby. I stopped living, Nova. Jesus. I know I hurt you but, FUCK!! There is no me, if you don’t exist. I love you so fucking much. Let me love you.” Great. Now I’m ugly crying. What do you say to the man who saved you, lied to you, hurt you, lost you and saved you again?
“I love you too. Fine. Love me, then fuck me.” I smile through the tears as he kisses me and his cock flexes inside of me.
“Always.”