Just a simple word has me in shambles.
Eternal bliss. Complete ecstasy.
I pant and moan, my body convulsing heavier than ever before.
“Yes, little fairy. Your orgasm is mine to give whenever I please. Even now, with no touch, you simply come when I tell you to.”
Before I have a chance to retort, he’s already shoved his cock back into my pussy, increasing the intensity of my orgasm. I’m still screaming and moaning as he fucks me so hard that I almost cry. But not a cry of hurt … it’s one of euphoria. His cock pulsates against my walls, a groan emanating from deep down in his throat, and then another hot jet of seed spurts into me, filling me. He thrusts some more until he’s completely sated, and then takes out his cock to let the cum drip from my pussy. I feel dirty and used, but strangely, I’m okay with it all. I’m not just okay … I’m at peace. I wanted this, needed this, asked for this, and I got it. It’s as simple as that.
As he unties me, he says, “You know that I love you. Tell me you do.”
“Yes, Mister Brand.”
“Unconditionally.”
“Yes. Why are you saying this?”
“Because I want you to remember this carefully.”
I frown. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Maybe …” he says, undoing my legs from the straps.
“I just want you to remember that I love you. Regardless of what happens. I will never, ever, stop loving you. And I will keep my promise to you, or I give you permission to kill me.”
“Wow, where is this coming from all of the sudden?” I ask, rubbing my arms and legs.
He smashes his lips together, sighing with furrowed brows. “There are things I must do in order to fix what was broken.”
“You mean me? Or the men?”
“Yes, to both. I will end their lives and bring you peace.”
“Okay,” I say, biting my lip.
“What?” he asks.
“Huh?”
“You’re biting your lip. You don’t agree with me?”
“Oh, I do, it’s just that … Ashley deserves to kill them.” I look up at him. “More than either one of us does.”
He sighs. “I cannot make that promise. My priority will always be to stop them, regardless of who deserves to kill them. However, I will see to it that it’s done without your involvement. I will keep you safe. That is my number one objective.”
“Even if you have to lie to me to do so?”
He squints, lowering his eyes to the ground for only a second before turning them back to me. “The only thing that matters is that I love you and that I will give up anything to make you happy.”
He grabs all the ties and helps me up. “But I’m done talking about it now. I meant everything I said and I hope you keep that in mind.”
He walks to the closet and cleans up the mess we’ve made. In my mind, I go over the conversation again and again, but I can’t make sense of it. Somehow ‘keep that in mind’ makes me think ‘for what’? I suppose for something yet to come.
Our relationship is anything but simple, and I realize that I must accept the consequences of my desires. Our hearts are laced with deception, and it will take time to heal the wounds. Mending the cracks in our souls was the first step and forgiveness came next. However, I would soon come to find out how difficult it is to deal with true betrayal.
Albany, New York – June 10th, 2013. Midnight.
I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of the window banging repeatedly from the wind. With a heavy head, I crawl out of bed to the window and shut it. The moon is unusually bright tonight and I find myself staring at it for a second before turning around to go back to bed again. It’s too cold to stay up for too long, and Sebastian is so warm that I’m dying to hug him so I can steal a little of his warmth.
Except when I get back into the bed, it’s still cold.
A chill runs up my spine. I sit up straight and gaze at the spot where he’s supposed to lie.
He isn’t here.
“Sebastian?” I call.
No response.
Frowning, I look around the room, but I don’t see him anywhere.
I scramble out of bed and flip on the light in the bathroom, but nobody’s there either. I open the door to the hallway, and it’s completely empty.
A trembling fear creeps under my skin as I close the door and gaze into the room. Void of anything that remotely reminds me of Sebastian, my heart begins to race.
It’s then that I notice a note on his bed stand.
I hurry to pick it up and read the contents.
The words written on this tiny piece of paper shatter my already brittle heart into a million pieces.
Sebastian is gone.