His Gift 3(23)

“God, please—”

“Oh, Lacey,” he moaned, and I could feel his cock stiffen inside of me. He jerked once, upward, groaning—

“Ahhhh!”

It didn’t take any time at all for me to let go. The pressure building inside of me exploded into a burst of sensation, and I screamed as I clenched and unclenched around his pulsing shaft. I could feel his hot seed spilling out as I fell over the edge into my own orgasm.

It was dark, but I could see bursts of color in the darkness as my body uncoiled into ecstasy. My fingers gripped the handcuffs and the collar around my throat pulled tightly. Every part of my body unraveled in pleasure, the orgasm spinning through me in waves of feeling. I was dizzy with pleasure.

My heart was pounding. All I could hear was his breaths and mine, but I felt my heart beat with a shudder of motion that pulsed through my whole body.

Soft kisses on the back of my shoulders brought me back to the world. Jake withdrew from me, and I felt his seed spill down the inside of my thigh. I licked my lips. They had gone dry with my rasping breaths.

Jake moved around to my front, his weight moving on the mattress. He uncuffed me, catching my body before I could fall onto the bed. He pushed the blindfold up over my eyes, and I blinked hard into the dazzling green irises.

“Lacey,” he murmured. His eyes were only the slightest bit worried, but that was too much for me.

I leaned forward to kiss him, and he pulled me fully into his arms, taking my kiss and returning it tenfold. I couldn’t breathe as his lips sought out mine, seizing them in a kiss so hard that it bruised. He pulled himself away with a sigh before planting a few more tender kisses alongside the line of my chin.

I let him take the collar off of me. My hands were shaking still, and my fingers weren’t steady enough to unclasp the buckle. When he’d taken it off, I finally felt naked.

He held his hand out and I took it, letting him lead me to the door in a silent reflection of the pleasure he’d given me. He’d broken me into a thousand pieces and let me put myself back together with my own desires. He’d given me more than anyone else.

A pang of sorrow stabbed through me. I took one last longing look back at the room. The broken mirror reflecting Jake’s art. His true self. I bit my lip and forced myself to ask him the question.

“You said that there will be plenty of time for me to see this art.”

“That’s right.”

“Then… then you’re not going to kick me out after this week is up?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed me. And in that kiss, I began to cry. Because I knew that he wasn’t keeping me here as a playtoy to use for sex. There was sex, and it was fun, but there was more than that.

“Lacey,” he said. “Look at me. Look at me.”

I blinked back the tears and stared up into his face. My vision swam with blurry tears. But I could see his eyes, always his green eyes, gazing kindly back at me.

“Lacey, I love you. And I want you to stay here with me.”

“You’re sure?” I wiped away a tear. Oh, to be here with him! All of my worries dissolved into happiness.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything else in my life. Lacey, this is sudden. I know it’s sudden. It’s sudden for me, too. But there isn’t anything I want to hold back from you. You’ve seen all sides of me, and you haven’t batted an eyelash.”

“Technically, I batted a few eyelashes,” I said, laughing through my tears. “But you had me blindfolded so you couldn’t see.”

“Then you do want to stay?”

“With you?” I looked up at Jake’s now-serious face.

“Of course,” I said, my heart swelling with emotion. “I love you, too.”

***

We walked out of the room side by side. I was giddy with pleasure, and I couldn’t help the bounce in my step. Jake squeezed my fingers with his.

“If you want to stay, you can. The only thing we’ll have to work out…”

“Yes?”

“Which one of us gets to use the art studio?” he asked, cocking his head.

“I’ll get the mornings,” I said.

“Oh? The morning light? All of it? You really think you’re going to keep mornings?”

“You’ll have to tie me up and drag me out of there kicking and screaming,” I said.

“I accept your terms,” he said, grinning.

“It’s your fault, really,” I teased. “You make me want to paint nonstop.”

“Painting, huh? Is that what the kids call it nowadays?”

Laughing, hand in hand, we walked down the hallway to whatever the future held for us.

The End