“Shit!” Gage screamed, and his cock moved so fast and so hard inside of her that it was like a gun going off—one, two, three, four more thrusts before coming to a still, his cock pulsing inside of her, the vibrations of his orgasm discernible even through the condom.
That was all it took for Fiona. Her cunt reached the tipping point, going over that great big cliff of sensation inside of her, falling, falling, falling into darkness again, her body shattering apart in pleasure.
When she came out of the sweet darkness of her post-orgasm haze, it took her several seconds to become aware of her surroundings. Gage must have already slipped out of her and taken care of the condom, as now they were lying with their heads on the pillow, their hands joined together in the space between their two bodies.
“You’re my good girl,” Gage whispered, gently rubbing the side of Fiona’s face with his other hand. “You’re mine.”
The words sunk in, and while at first she only felt warm and fuzzy, soon that shadow of fear returned, this time staying put in her brain no matter how hard she tried to shove it away. What the fuck had just happened? What had she just done?
Chapter Thirteen
This was the best moment of Gage’s life. There was no competition, not a single moment that came close. His cheeks had started to hurt from smiling too much, but he couldn’t stop. He smoothed the frizzy strands of Fiona’s hair on top of her head and moved down to her neck, feeling the pounding of her pulse through the veins in her throat. “You were amazing,” he mumbled, gently scratching at her skin until her eyes fell shut.
His whole body felt warm, like he was completely submerged in comforting water, but after a few minutes, he felt something start nagging at the back of his mind, breaking the perfect peace that otherwise enveloped him. Something’s wrong, his inner voice said softly, getting louder and louder as it repeated itself. Something’s fucking wrong. Look at her.
Even though Fiona’s eyes were still shut, there was a little wrinkle between her furrowed eyebrows, which always signified that she was worried about something. Gage brought his hand up to smooth his fingers over that wrinkle, trying to make it go away. “What’s up?” he whispered, attempting to sound as calm and collected as possible, even though his own heart had started pounding again in his chest. Fiona didn’t answer right away, but her brow furrowed some more. Gage blew out his breath, feeling despair sink down into his body, replacing the warm fuzzy afterglow of his orgasm. “So, what, you’re already regretting this? Is that it?” he asked, pulling his hand away from Fiona’s face.
Fiona’s eyes flicked open, revealing a deep expression of pain within. “I don’t know,” she whispered, but then she reached forward and wrapped a hand around Gage’s neck, tugging him closer. “I don’t know what I’m going to do or how I’m going to feel or what the hell any of it means,” she said, cuddling her face into his shoulder. “I just need you to hold me right now. Is that okay?”
Gage didn’t know what to think. At least some part of him wanted to say, No, no, it’s not okay. It’s not okay at all. You can’t keep me hanging like this. But the rest of him just ached for her body, ached for her touch. He couldn’t push her away, no matter how frustrated he felt. It just wasn’t in his genetic makeup to reject Fiona, ever.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing the side of her face as gently as he could. “Okay, baby.”
Limbs entangled together, they fell asleep, succumbing to the darkness together. That’s what we always do, Gage thought as he slipped off to sleep.
Gage was stuck in a tiny, cramped basement, full of random knickknacks and childhood toys, covered by years’ worth of dust. His hands were bound by cheap handcuffs that rubbed uncomfortably against his skin, irritating his wrists. “Is anyone there?” Gage said. “Hello?”
There was the sound of a faucet dripping somewhere, tiny little sounds repeating themselves over and over again. Gage thought that if he had to keep listening to it, he was going to go insane. Maybe I already have, he thought. Maybe this is where crazy people go when nobody loves them anymore.
Gage sat there in the darkness, straining his eyes in an attempt to make out any sign of a door or a window or anything else he could use to escape, but of course, none of it would mean anything if he couldn’t find a way out of his shackles. He flexed his muscles as hard as he could, pulling his wrists apart to try to break the cheap metal, but it was no use. He simply wasn’t strong enough.