I desperately wanted to kiss her and stop this spilling of fragile truths, but the confessions lightened my heart. "So you … forgive me?"
Tess nodded. "I forgive you."
I slouched, crushed by pain, weak with relief. Running my fingers up her stockings, I voiced one more truth. "I want to be normal. I want to love you without needing to hurt you. I'm sorry for what I am."
Tess grabbed my face, her fingernails digging into my cheeks. Her eyes glowed with anger. "Don't. I don't want you ever to say that again. You are normal. My normal. We're each other's normal. And there is no right or wrong. It's time we accepted it. I love you. So much. Take me, Q. No more talking. Make me your wife completely."
She lay back, looking down her body at me kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her swollen lips made me hard, her tear-stained cheeks made me grateful. The knowledge she'd forgiven me shed the guilt I'd carried, removing a layer of pain at the thought of losing her.
My lips twisted into a smile. "You're my wife already, but I have no issues pounding the message home."
She laughed, shattering the angst, replacing it with desire. Everything we'd discussed disappeared, leaving us empty and healing and ready to move forward. Who knew airing dirty laundry was a good idea? But it was. I'd never felt lighter-minus my beaten and bruised body.
I ran my hands up her inner thigh; Tess shivered. "I'm going to undress you till you're only wearing that incredible collar."
"Um, I can help you if you like … " Her arm flew upward, hitting something hard. She twisted, looking above her. "Oh-"
Above her head rested a basket overflowing with purple crepe paper. Pressed into the wrapping were gifts. Tess pulled it toward her, her eyes widening. "She really does think of everything."
I stole the basket from her, raiding the small container. Inside rested a blindfold, cheap handcuffs, small flogger, chocolate body paint, glittery purple vibrator, and lube.
Body paint? Yuck. Blindfold? Don't need. Handcuffs? They'd last all of two seconds. I tested the sting of the fake flogger. It lacked a perfect snap, but could work.
My eyes landed on the vibrator. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Tess plucked the note from the side. "Enjoy, newlyweds. We look forward to seeing you at breakfast tomorrow. Love, Frederick, Angelique, Franco, and Suzette. She looked at the toys, her eyebrow raising. "That's a lot of people to chip in for some vanilla playthings."
"They have no imagination. The best things to use are the most mundane." I dragged a fingernail up her thigh, loving her shiver.
She breathed shallow, hypnotising me. Her breasts were soft globes with tiny erect nipples, her skin slightly indented from the boning of the corset.
She lay back slowly, never looking away.
My cock swelled. I thought for a second of using the blindfold, flogger, and cuffs, but the need for gentleness hadn't left. It cushioned my thoughts, keeping my beast distracted-tamed.
The toys didn't excite me. I didn't want to tie Tess up-I wanted to feel her fingers in my hair. I didn't want to hurt her-I wanted her moans of ecstasy.
Connection. Sex. No pain.
Just her. And me.
On me, over me, on my tongue, on my cock. I wanted to fucking worship her with every inch.
Never breaking eye contact, I pulled the vibrator and lube free, before tossing the basket over my shoulder. It landed loudly, scattering items beneath the dressing table.
Tess's mouth parted. "You don't want-"
I grabbed my cock, stroking once, twice. Loving the anticipation … desperate to tease. "Not today, esclave. Today I'm taking your moans as payment rather than your tears."
Her face scrunched, battling a wash of love. "How do you read me so well? How did you know I needed just one time where it was gentle?"
I rose upright on my knees, crooking a finger for her to come closer. Her toned stomach flexed, arching, closing the distance so her lips were millimetres away. Gazing into her eyes, I murmured, "I know because what you feel, I feel." Resting my hand over her heart, I whispered, "I need you like we haven't shared before. I need to take you this way. I can't explain it."
She sighed. "I can-it's because we're in tune. We shared parts of ourselves we thought the other would never accept. The knowledge that this is truly forever … it's given us freedom to be soft." Her lips captured mine, pulling me deeper into her drug, cancelling out my aches, flaring liquid heat in my veins. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world."