Gage’s question hung suspended in Fiona’s mind, and she didn’t have a single fucking clue how to answer him. Did she really want this? Her body sure as hell did, that much was certain, at the very least. Her fingers ached to touch Gage’s skin, to feel the familiar bumps and scars and hair against her flesh. Her mouth, abandoned by his, felt freezing cold, practically trembling like she was about to cry again. She felt like she was starving for him, like she’d fasted a thousand and one days and here he was, her reward for all the self-punishment. And he looked delicious, just sitting there with a worried expression on his face. He was worried for her. Somehow, that only caused her to want him even more.
“I need this,” Fiona murmured, the words coming out so soft that she was worried for a second that Gage couldn’t even hear them. Please don’t make me repeat myself, she thought. Please, I don’t have the strength.
“What does that mean?” Gage whispered, and Fiona saw that he was digging his nails into the sides of his jeans. She wondered if he used pain as an anchor the way that she always did. And then she wondered if he’d learned that trick from her. That thought soured her stomach even worse than it already was. She didn’t want to corrupt him with her brokenness. She didn’t want to be diseased.
Fiona let her head fall forward into her hands, feeling her pulse pound within her temples, right next to her eyes. “I need…you,” she forced out, her own hands muffling the sound of her voice so that she was barely audible even to her own ears. She’d have to repeat herself in case Gage couldn’t hear her, and the words left her itchy, dry throat like razors, tearing her apart even as she softly whispered. “I need you, Gage. I really fucking need you. I don’t know what that means. I’m sorry.”
There was silence for a moment, hanging heavily in the room like a shroud over both of their bodies. But then Gage came in and saved her, like he always did back when they were together, rescuing her from her own mind. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry for pushing you.” He paused, reaching forward to grab her face again, this time holding it only by the tips of his fingers. She could have moved at any time if she wanted to. But she didn’t. “I need you, too,” he whispered, right before his lips pressed against hers again, softer this time, gentle, the way fallen leaves brush up against each other during the autumn.
Fiona let Gage lean into her, pushing her head back on the arm of the couch as he straddled her, pushing their pelvises together while his mouth fell from hers down to her neck, dropping soft little kisses against the veins he found there. Her skin felt like it was aflame, burning her from the inside out, but she wanted more of it, more of his sweet touch against her flesh. Even if it hurt her, even if it tore her apart, she wanted it. More than that, she needed it, as much as she needed water or food or air.
“Bite me,” Fiona grunted out through gritted teeth. She needed a little edge of pain to go along with the pleasure of his lips dragging their way across her skin. Maybe that was a bad sign. Maybe that meant she was forever broken, forever damaged, forever repeating events from her past. But it was what she was, and here, with Gage, she no longer felt like running from it.
Gage did as he was instructed, bringing out his teeth to slide against her flesh, at first, just teasing her with the sharpness rather than biting down. But then, right when she got comfortable, he sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, sucking hard, so hard that it was definitely going to leave a deep purple mark on her pale skin. Gage used to love marking her up, claiming her as his with his mouth. Fiona giggled now, pressing against the back of Gage’s skull to encourage him to bite harder. “Do it. Do it to me. Give it to me, yeah,” she groaned out as he complied, pulling at her skin. “Yeah, fuck, that’s good.”
Gage soothed the skin he’d just bitten with his tongue, mouthing at it like her skin was candy. “Mmm, taste so good,” he murmured nudging her head to one side so he could travel up her neck to the skin behind her ear, nibbling a little before biting down again.
“Nnnngh, unnh!” Fiona groaned, jerking her hips around in wide circles to grind against Gage’s crotch. “That feels good…”
“Good,” Gage whispered right into her ear, breathing hotly against her sensitive skin before moving to suck her ear into his mouth.
“Oh, Jesus!” Fiona cried out, her spine involuntarily bending at an unnatural angle as he set more nerve endings on fire with his tongue and teeth and lips. At the same time, Gage’s hand reached under her skirt and found the hemline of her leggings, tugging at them until they fell down to her ankles. Fiona kicked them off, even though the sensation of Gage sucking on her ear had her almost entirely incoherent. “Fuck, goddammit, ugh!” She jerked her hips up, the skirt of her dress getting pushed up between their bodies so that her underwear rubbed against the front of Gage’s jeans.
Gage pulled back from Fiona’s neck, and she was about to complain about the loss of contact when he spoke up again. “Let’s move to the bed,” Gage whispered, dragging his teeth down from behind her ear to her collarbone.
Fiona nodded, leaning up to kiss Gage’s lips again. When they pulled apart, she tried to struggle out from underneath him in order to walk to the bedroom, but he didn’t let her, swooping her up into his arms instead. Fiona laughed, and the noise was so genuine, so full-throated that it almost scared her. She wasn’t used to feeling this light, this airy. She had forgotten she could feel this way at all.
She wrapped her arms around Gage’s neck and shoulders, feeling perfectly secure in his arms as he hurriedly walked them over to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed so that she bounced off of the mattress. Fiona giggled, kicking her bare legs in the air like she was a little kid.
Gage growled at the sight of her naked legs and lunged forward, leaping onto her body and immediately latching his tongue and teeth at her collarbone, sucking another mark right at the base of her neck. “You’re so good, you’re so fucking good,” he murmured, pulling at her skin with his teeth until she squealed.
At this point, Fiona was getting more than a little impatient. She loved what he was doing with his mouth, but she needed more of him, as soon as possible. She reached down and pushed his shirt up, revealing the hard, solid surface of his stomach. Fiona raked her nails down from his smooth chest down to the hem of his jeans, tracing the line of dark hair that she always used to love touching.
“You want me, baby? You want me, Fi?” Gage grunted into her ear before biting a little on the sensitive flesh of her lobe.
Fiona groaned again, arching her spine so that her hips lifted off the bed and rocked into Gage’s, their stomachs rubbing together as Gage began to lightly thrust, even though he was nowhere near inside of her yet. Fiona jerked her hips back and forth, rubbing her underwear-clothed cunt against the rough fabric of Gage’s jeans. “I want you, baby,” she whispered back to him, wrapping an arm around his back for leverage as she dry-humped him. “I want you so fucking bad!”
Gage growled again, sounding as animalistic as Fiona had ever heard him. It should have scared her. It should have made her hesitate and rear back; it should have made her pull away from him. Instead, she only wanted more. She needed the pain, the pleasure, and everything else that came in between. Gage suddenly grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, pressing them hard into the mattress. “You’re mine,” he growled before crashing their mouths together again, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth until Fiona cried out.
“Shit, shit, fuck, God,” Fiona mumbled as soon as their mouths disconnected. She couldn’t move her hands out from Gage’s, but she didn’t want to. She felt…almost safe. Protected. Like through possessing her, he was telling the world that no one else could touch her, only him. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she murmured before reaching up to lightly kiss and nibble on Gage’s lips.
“Oh, believe me, I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby,” Gage promised into her mouth, dipping down to gnaw at her jawline, all around to her other ear. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”
“Please, yes, please,” Fiona practically sobbed as Gage swirled his tongue around the tip of her ear, making her entire body flush with heat. She gripped back at Gage’s hands, entwining their fingers together, their sweat collecting in the hot space between their palms.
At the same time, Gage started thrusting harder, their crotches bumping together gracelessly but beautifully, the exposed areas around Fiona’s underwear getting hotter and hotter with every forward motion of Gage’s hips.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Gage murmured, his mouth traveling back up to her lips, kissing her so deeply that she couldn’t breathe for a long moment, but she didn’t care. Gage’s mouth was better than oxygen. It had never failed her. It had never left her during a panic attack. It had never abandoned her. I abandoned him, her inner voice reminded her, but she pushed those thoughts away for another time. Right now, she was going to enjoy herself. Right now, she was going to allow herself to be disassembled, bit by bit by bit, until she totally came apart. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she needed, as much as she had ever needed anything in her life.
Without warning, Gage let go of one of her hands, using his freed hand to pull at the fabric of her dress, tugging it up until he pulled it over her head entirely, throwing it across the room a second later. He gripped both of Fiona’s hands under one of his, much larger than Fiona’s, holding them in place above her head while he ran his other hand down her exposed body, tracing the outlines of her hips.
“Still so fucking beautiful,” Gage murmured, ducking his head down to lick a hot stripe down from her collarbone, over her chest, over her bra, down to her belly. “I thought about this every day, you know? Every day while you were gone.”
Fiona swallowed heavily, trying to clear the sudden knot of emotion that appeared in her throat. But when she spoke, her voice still quavered, shaking like her fingers that were inside of Gage’s hand. “Me, too,” she admitted.
Gage froze at that, staring up at her from his vantage point at her waist. “Really?” he whispered.
Fiona nodded, unable to repeat herself right away. “I…yeah, yeah, really,” she murmured, gripping at his fingers as hard as she could.
Gage mumbled something, then, and for the longest couple of seconds in the world, Fiona couldn’t make out what he said. It was only afterwards, when he resumed dropping sweet, tickling kisses all over her stomach that she realized what he’d said. “I love you.”
Fiona shut her eyes, willing herself not to cry and ruin the moment. It was touch and go for a second, but as Gage began nibbling and biting at the lower stomach and hips, she was able to relax, the tension leaving her muscles even as her mind repeated his last three words over and over again.
Gage moved lower, down to her underwear, licking the exposed skin around the sides of her panties, right where her inner thigh met her hips. “Smells so fucking good,” he muttered as he dragged his teeth along the top of her leg, making her squeal and squirm a little at the ticklish sensation of his mouth on her skin. “Tastes so fucking right, baby.”
“Th—thank you,” Fiona murmured, arching her hips to give him greater access. Gage took the opportunity to slip his hand under her body, grabbing at her covered ass. “God, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” Gage asked, squeezing harder, his nails digging into her flesh. “You like that?”
Fiona nodded quickly, panting hard for air as Gage began massaging her ass harder, while his mouth returned to tracing the outline of her underwear. A second later, his teeth came out to play again, biting at the fabric of her underwear and pulling it away from her body, letting the cool air hit her bare pussy. “Jesus,” she muttered, bending her back to push her vulva up closer to Gage’s face, wanting more of his mouth on her naked skin.
“Wanna suck you,” Gage murmured even with the fabric of Fiona’s panties still clutched between his teeth. “Wanna make you come.”
“Please, please, I need it,” Fiona groaned, rotating her hips in circles to invite him to touch her more. She could feel herself grow wetter already, just from how he was talking to her, but she knew from experience that his tongue could get her so much wetter. She couldn’t wait. She needed to have it now.
There was one last thing, though. She was keenly aware of how naked she was, just in her bra and panties while Gage was still fully clothed. That had to be remedied, immediately. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded, grinning at him as he crawled back up her body to stare into her eyes.
“Ask me nicely and I will,” Gage whispered, softly rubbing their noses together.
Fiona giggled, enjoying this playful and teasing side of Gage. On the surface, it might have looked like Gage had all the power, controlling what they did together, but secretly, Fiona knew she held all the cards. She could get him to do anything she wanted. She didn’t mind begging, as long as she knew the man on top of her respected her. And Gage respected her, so much that it was hard for Fiona to believe that he wasn’t lying. For all of his flaws, he believed she was strong. He believed it more than Fiona did, for Christ’s sake.
“Please, baby, please, take off your clothes for me, will you? I really want to see you naked,” she said in a pleading tone of voice, grinning at him mischievously all the while.
Gage smiled back at her and leaned back on his knees to shrug his way out of his shirt before undoing the button and fly on his pants and throwing them to the floor.
“Underwear, too?” Fiona asked.
Gage shook his head before he leaned in again to kiss her lips, sucking on her tongue like it was the sweetest fruit that he’d ever tasted. They both pulled back gasping, and for a long moment, Fiona didn’t even remember what they had been talking about until Gage said, “Patience for that. We’ll get there, baby.”
He pulled back, this time taking both of his hands with them, apparently trusting that Fiona would keep them where they belonged, joined together above her head. He traveled back down her body until his head floated above her crotch. “I’ve needed this for so fucking long,” he murmured, dragging his fingers along her covered cunt, so slowly that Fiona’s entire body shivered.
“Please, do it. Please, please. I want it, baby. I want it so fucking bad,” Fiona groaned, lifting her hips up so that her clothed pussy brushed up against Gage’s mouth again.
He chuckled lowly and pushed her hips back down, causing Fiona to whine in impatience, but then a minute later, he surprised her by sticking a hand under her back and flipping her over, pressing the front of her body into the mattress with his weight.
“I gotta take care of something really quick,” he whispered, running his hand gently down her back, causing goosebumps to perk up on her skin, ready for more powerful sensation to wash over her body.
Without warning, Gage yanked her underwear down her legs, revealing her bare ass to the cold air. But she wasn’t chilly for long, as the next second, Gage’s hands landed on her ass cheeks, massaging them with his unbelievably nimble fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” Fiona whispered into the pillow, so softly that Gage probably couldn’t hear it, but it didn’t matter. She knew he could read her body. Fiona trusted that he remembered the signs that she was ready for him to take over.
Smack. Gage spanked her without warning, not hard but just enough to cause a light stinging sensation. “You’re mine,” he said again. Smack. Smack. Smack. He slapped her ass three times in quick session, alternating the sides so that her entire ass burned with a deliciously warm sensation.
“God, that’s fucking good!” Fiona cried out, this time definitely loud enough to reach Gage’s ears. “Ugh, that’s so hot.”
Gage’s hands fell away from her body, but before she could protest, there was his mouth, wet and warm and willing, closing down on her left ass cheek. “So hot,” Fiona murmured again, arching her hips back so that Gage could grad ahold of more of her flesh.
Gage’s teeth sunk down into her soft flesh, causing her to groan out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There was the perfect balance between the two, just enough without overwhelming her senses. Encouraged by her moans, Gage sucked harder, obviously intending to leave another mark. In the back of her mind, some small part of Fiona worried. How am I going to cover these marks up? But for right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him to claim her. She wanted him to completely wreck her body, allowing her to rise from the ashes. She had to feel dirty in order to feel clean. That was something that Carl could never understand.
Gage finally pulled back a minute later, dropping soft, gentle kisses on the mark he’d made. “That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl,” he whispered, giving her ass one last light smack before flipping her back over.
“You’ve shaved,” Gage said, gesturing to her cunt.
Fiona felt herself blush, starting at her cheeks and sinking down her whole body. “Um, yeah. I thought…I mean, I figured that’s what guys want.” That’s what Carl wants, she added silently, but she knew better than to mention him right now.
“It’s hot like this,” Gage admitted, bringing his fingers down to play on the outside of her lips, right at the juncture of her thighs, causing Fiona to gasp shakily.
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered out, jerking her hips forward to close the space between Gage’s face and her cunt.
“But you don’t need to shave. You’re my wild woman,” Gage said before he finally, mercifully lowered his mouth to brush up against her bare vulva.
“Oh, Jesus, oh, yes, yes, yes, please!” Fiona cried out, banging her head back into the pillow as his lips teasingly skimmed over her labia while his fingers traveled down to her opening, playing around in the wetness that had leaked out.
“Mmm, so wet, so ready,” Gage whispered right onto her skin, dragging his teeth along her lips until she cried out and arched her back at an almost painful angle. “So fucking ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m ready. I need it. I want it, baby. Yes,” she rambled, beginning to thrust her hips up and down, starting up a rhythm with which she humped his face.
Gage stuck the tips of two fingers inside of her, spreading her out a little bit without going in very deeply. “So fucking tight,” he muttered before moving his mouth up to the top of her vulva, locating her clit with his lips.
“Unngh!” Fiona cried out, screwing her eyes shut as the sensations of his mouth and fingers crashed over her cunt and reverberated throughout her entire body. Her legs had started shaking, trembling so hard that her thigh muscles ached, so she just lifted them onto Gage’s shoulders, allowing them to rest on his body.
Meanwhile, his fingers dipped in a centimeter deeper inside of her, but the main attraction was his mouth, which opened and shut around her clit, sucking gently at first and then more and more strongly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive little nub in circles that got faster and faster with each rotation.
“Shit, baby, baby, ugh!” she cried out, clutching the bedsheets underneath her body just to have something to hold onto.
She felt energy start building between her legs, the heat growing faster and faster. Gage must have sensed that it was happening, as he quickly pulled off of her clit, causing her to groan in impatience. But she knew what he was doing. He used to do this sometimes when they fucked years ago, building her up, up, up, only to let her crash down so that her orgasm would be cumulative, combining all the potential energy into one giant explosion.
Sweat started to bead around Fiona’s hairline, under her arms, and beneath her knees, probably seeping into the mattress under their bodies, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt more beautiful than she had in this moment, spread out beneath Gage, totally vulnerable to his touch. He could do whatever he wanted with her, but she trusted him only to give her pleasure. He started nibbling a little at her lips, taking her labia into his mouth for a few seconds before letting them go, teasing her so much that she started whining like a dog being denied a treat.
Gage laughed joyously and stuck his fingers deeper inside of her, causing Fiona to cry out louder than before, shoving her hips down to get more of his fingers inside of her cunt.
“You’re so good for me, you’re so good,” Gage murmured, licking a warm line up the center of her vulva, right in between her dripping lips. “You’re my good girl.”
“I…” Fiona trailed off, her mouth going suddenly as dry as a desert.
Gage froze, apparently sensing that she’d gone stiff. He slowly, gently pulled his fingers out of her. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning up her body so that he hovered above her face.
At first, Fiona didn’t want to verbalize the answer. It was too horrible, too gross, too sick. But for some reason, staring up into Gage’s wide, worried eyes, she felt brave enough to say it, if only just this once.
“It’s just…he used to call me that. The kidnapper, when I was tied up in the basement,” she said, trying to sound as casual and calm as possible. Honestly, she couldn’t believe that after all their years together this never came up, but it hadn’t. She’d never told him that detail of her captivity before. She cleared her throat and spoke again, her voice only shaking a little bit. “He called me his good girl.”
“Oh,” Gage said, all of the color in his face suddenly fading away in less than a second. “Okay. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t call you that again.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I think…I think you should say it. Maybe it’ll help,” she said with a shrug.
“You mean it might help you associate that phrase with something other than him?” Gage asked.
“Yeah, I mean, it might, anyway. It’s worth a shot,” Fiona said.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Gage said, sinking back down her body. He didn’t jump right back into the oral sex, though. Instead, he rubbed at her thigh muscles, applying pressure until some of the tension that had appeared a minute earlier seeped back away into nothingness.
Fiona sighed deeply, training her breathing so that the rest of her body followed suit, sinking deeper into the mattress under Gage’s careful, caring touch.
Gage began pressing soft, closed-mouth kisses to her cunt, starting at the bottom and working his way up to the most sensitive spot at the top. “What a good girl. What a sweet girl,” he murmured, letting his tongue briefly brush against her still-throbbing clit. “What a fucking angel,” he muttered as he pressed his mouth more firmly against that spot, causing all of her nerve endings to spring back to life.
“Ugh, yes, please,” she murmured, twirling her hips around in circles to get more of his mouth on her vulva. She felt herself get even wetter, if that was possible, as Gage’s tongue began licking more insistently at the top of her cunt, making her feel tingles that traveled all the way up her spine.
Gage finally closed his mouth around her clit again, licking it up and down, again and again and again, practically jacking her clit off with his tongue. “Oh, oh, shit!” she cried out, shoving her hips down to get more of Gage’s mouth around the top of her vulva. At the same time, Gage’s fingers returned to her hole, slipping inside with ease.
“Oh, God,” Fiona sighed out, panting harder for air as Gage’s tongue went faster over her clit, his fingers going deeper inside of her. “So deep,” she groaned, and Gage must have taken that as his signal to begin fucking her with his fingers, as he started thrusting them in and out, in and out, to the rhythm of his tongue moving over her clit. After another minute of this, Gage’s motions sped up, and Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She had to reach down with her hands to tangle her fingers into Gage’s hair, press his face harder into her cunt. He muttered something into her pussy, but Fiona couldn’t make it out. It didn’t matter, though. She felt like she knew exactly what he was thinking, exactly what he was feeling. She felt like his blood was running through her veins, coursing straight to her heart.
Fiona thrusted her hips up and down, up and down, creating friction that had her moaning out louder than before, so loud that she was almost embarrassed by it. Gage flattened his tongue over her clit, rubbing down on it harder while his fingers began to move even faster, rapidly pumping in and out of her. Fiona felt several things all at once. The tingling in her cunt grew more and more powerful, transforming into a buzzing sensation that climbed its way up and down her body, setting her skin ablaze like a forest fire that just spread and spread and spread from one inch of her flesh to another. At the same time, Fiona felt like there was a hot little burning star in between her legs that just grew and grew and grew with each thrust of Gage’s tongue against her sensitive nub. It was like there was a great big sun inside of her, ready to explode and create an entirely new galaxy out of its matter. And then there was her heart, which had evidently traveled down to her cunt, if the feeling of her pulse was any indication, pounding in the center of her pussy like endless thunder. All of these sensations just became more and more powerful as Gage began to suck on her clit, applying pressure that had Fiona twist her torso around and scratch harder at the bedsheets and cry out, “Mmmmgh, unnnh, baby, yes.” And then…
His mouth pulled back again, leaving her cold and helpless as she groaned in impatience. “Fuck,” Fiona muttered, her sweaty head collapsing against the pillow again in disappointment.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Gage whispered, slowly thrusting his fingers inside of her while he used his free hand to trace his nails down the sensitive flesh of her thigh. “I’ll get you there.”
“Please, please, yes,” she begged, practically on the edge of sobbing at this point. She needed to come like she needed to breathe. She needed to shatter apart in a million pieces and feel herself slowly reassemble again. She needed to be destroyed and remade. Only Gage could do that, with his glorious fingers and lips and tongue.
Gage began rotating his fingers around inside of her, moving them in circles while still pumping them in and out of her vagina. Fiona began to thrust her hips down against his hand again, encouraging him deeper, gasping when he found the right spot inside of her. “There, there, that’s good, that’s good, baby, there,” she rambled, jerking her hips down to cause his fingers to brush up against the right nerve ending inside of her.
“Here?” Gage asked, curving his finger, making Fiona’s spine bend at a ridiculous angle, her mouth falling open as a silent scream left her throat.
“Unnngh, unnngh, yeah, please,” she mumbled as the ability to speak returned to her, thrusting her ass down harder to create more friction.
Gage leaned in and licked the inside of her left thigh before biting down. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured into her skin as he mouthed at her upper thighs. The next moment, he began licking around his fingers, groaning as he tasted the wetness seeping out of her hole. “Such a sweet girl.”
“Please lick me,” Fiona begged, bouncing her hips up and down on the mattress, attempting to fuck his face with her cunt. “Please lick my cunt, please.”
Gage growled again, and for some reason, that sound lit a fire inside Fiona’s chest, awakening something inside of her that needed to be bitten and scratched and fucked. Luckily for her, Gage dropped his head and pressed his mouth fully against her clit, licking it up and down slowly at first and then more rapidly and firmly, over and over again until Fiona was panting desperately for air. “Yes, ugh, yes, baby, please,” she groaned, pushing her hips against him rhythmically .
Suddenly, Gage’s other hand drifted down to her ass, digging his nails in to her soft flesh. He used his new grip to push her hips up onto his face and fingers, going faster with his tongue and teeth to pull at her clit harder than ever before. He sucked on it like a hard candy, twirling his tongue around in new, unexpected patterns until Fiona began wailing like a banshee, smacking her hands down on the sweat-soaked mattress just to have something to hold on to. The vibrations between her legs got stronger and stronger with each passing second, building up until her thighs started shaking back and forth like they were battery-operated. Flashes of heat hit Fiona, rolling up her body like ocean waves, back and forth, back and forth, stronger and stronger each subsequent time until her entire body felt like it was on fire, thick flames of pleasure licking every inch of her skin.
“I think I’m gonna…I think it’s gonna happen,” Fiona whispered hoarsely. She meant to say it louder than that, but her throat was so worn out from moaning at this point that it was the best she could do.
Gage didn’t say anything, his mouth completely absorbed in sucking on her pussy, pulling back only to lick at her lower lips, groaning in pleasure himself as if he was being given attention rather than giving it. He’s so generous. He’s so giving. He’s so sweet, Fiona thought. How could I ever leave him? How could I ever let him go?
“Are you with me?” she whispered, unsure of what she was asking but desperate to say it anyway.
Gage pulled back then, wiping his mouth as he stared up at her with full, wide eyes. “Always,” he said before diving back into her cunt.
“Oh, oh, unnnnnnngh!” Fiona cried out through gritted teeth, feeling a great big bubble of heat start expanding between her legs, enveloping her entire body in overwhelming sensation. “Jesus Christ, fuck!” The bubble grew and grew, wrapping around her, the pain of holding back becoming too much for Fiona to take. “Gage, Gage, I—Gage!” she cried out, one second before she exploded into a thousand pieces.
The bubble of sensation popped, showering Fiona’s entire body with vibrations that shook her to her very core, her spine feeling like it was going to crack in half under the weight of the pleasure that overtook her. “Aghhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Fiona cried, her voice coming out softer with each syllable as all of the pent-up energy dissipated from her body.
Fiona felt like she fell into the abyss, sheer black oblivion taking over her whole brain, filling it with fuzzy grey static for a period of time that Fiona couldn’t measure. It could have been a few seconds, a few minutes, a full hour—there was no way of knowing. At this point, Fiona didn’t really care. The darkness that wrapped around her was warm and thick and heavy, and she wanted to stay in it for as long as possible because it made her feel safe. It made her feel like nothing she did was wrong, that everything was okay, and that no matter what happened, she would have this, this gentle yet powerful peace that came only from the deepest, scariest pleasure.
Eventually, she became aware that Gage was rubbing her legs, massaging her muscles back to life. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to drop a final kiss on the top of her cunt before traveling back up her body, taking her into his arms. “Good girl.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Fiona mumbled, her thoughts still foggy and unclear. She had to muster all of the energy left in her limbs to wrap her legs and arms around Gage, tugging him closer as he cuddled her.
“Yes,” he answered, dropping a kiss at the top of her head and brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of her eyes. “Yes, you are.”
Fiona sighed deeply, happily, and finally opened her eyes again, seeing Gage smiling at her, his eyes full of light and hope and promise. Fiona felt the shadow of fear cross her heart, but she ignored it, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist to pull him as close as possible. She reached down to find his hand, tangling their fingers together, sweat pooling between their hot palms, but she didn’t care. She wanted all of him to touch all of her, no matter what.
“You taste just as good as I remembered,” Gage said, chuckling a little as he used his free hand to cup the side of her face, rubbing her skin with his soft fingertips. “Maybe even better.”
Fiona grinned bashfully, dropping her eyes, but Gage put a finger under her chin and made her look directly at him to see that he wasn’t fucking around or teasing her. “I mean it,” he whispered. “You’re so pure. So clean.”
She swallowed to clear her throat, preparing herself to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. She realized she didn’t have the vocabulary to express how she felt in this moment. It was beyond words, beyond thought. The only thing she could do was squeeze Gage’s hand tighter and hope and pray that he could feel her pulse through her skin, feel the way her heart responded to words. He’s freeing me, she thought silently. He’s freeing me from the kidnapper’s words by stealing them from him and making them better, cleaner, purer. He’s washing away my past without erasing it. He’s…loving me.
That’s what it came down to. This man, however flawed, however broken, however stubborn and ridiculous and rude and silly—this man loved her. Full-body, full-soul loved her. That was the thrilling thing, the terrifying thing, the thing that made her orgasm so amazing and overwhelming all at once. He loved her in the way that the ocean loved sand, the way that the moon loved the Earth, the way that stars loved their own light. He loved her deeply, eternally, forever.
What does that mean? What do I do? What the fuck do I do with that? Fiona wondered, but she didn’t feel equipped to address those questions yet. For now, she had Gage’s body in front of her, and she was going treat it as sweetly and lovingly as he’d treated hers.
She began by rubbing her hands over his shoulders, noting the knots of tension that she found with her fingers. “You’re all tense up here,” she whispered, leaning in to drop soft kisses against the roughest spots at the top of each of his arms. “Let me loosen you up.”
Gage sighed deeply and seemed to turn into goo underneath her, relaxing so quickly that he just fell back against the mattress, going limp against her touch. She pushed him back gently so that he lay flat on his back and lifted her body to straddle him, each of her legs on either side of his waist. Fiona leaned over his body to apply soothing touches and kisses, starting with his neck. “So tense,” she murmured as she rubbed at the muscles of his neck, digging her thumb into his skin to get him to relax. Next, she moved down to his shoulders, pressing her fingers in deep until she felt his muscles unclench underneath her touch. Then, her hands slipped down his arms. Fiona dragged her nails over his thick forearm, smiling as she felt goosebumps perk up in response.
Fiona leaned over to kiss his torso, starting with his pecs and gradually moving down to his hard, solid stomach, nibbling a little at his skin until she heard him whine under his breath, barely audible. At the same time, she brought her hands down to scratch at his hipbones, rubbing over his skin back and forth, back and forth. She could feel him start to stiffen again underneath her, but this time, it was out of anticipation, his breathing going heavier as her hands moved down south to his legs.
Fiona skipped over his underwear, triggering a small groan of disappointment from Gage, to lick at his inner legs, nibbling at his knees just to tickle him and get him to giggle. She loved hearing that noise leave his mouth. She pulled harder at his skin, sucking more of his flesh into her mouth, just to hear him inhale shakily. He reached down with one hand to tangle his fingers into her messy red hair, scratching at her scalp like she liked, while Fiona moved back up to his thighs, licking his thick, hard muscles, trying to drive him crazy with impatience.
But the truth was, Fiona couldn’t wait any longer, either. She had to see him. She had to feel him. She had to consume him.
She reached down and found the hem of his underwear, pulling it down to his knees, after which Gage shuffled and kicked until they fell off his body entirely, leaving him as naked as Fiona was. Fiona exhaled heavily, staring down at his thick cock as it stood up straight from his body, the tip of it already visibly leaking. She couldn’t stop herself. She had to taste it. Fiona reached down and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, bobbing down a little bit before pulling back up, getting the top quarter of his dick wet with her spit. She swirled her tongue around the tip, causing Gage to groan and arch his back, pushing another centimeter or two of his penis into her mouth.
Fiona started up a rhythm, bobbing up and down but staying on the top half of his cock, twirling her tongue around in circles to drive him wild. He tasted so familiar, so comforting, the sweet saltiness of his flesh lingering on her tongue, just like she wanted. But she was getting impatient to have him, truly have him, to claim him as her own. She popped off of his cock, making him groan out pathetically, but then she crawled back up his body, hovering above his head as she stared deeply into his eyes. “Want me to ride your cock, baby?” she whispered, nudging his nose with her own, watching as his eyes went as wide as quarters.
“Yeah,” Gage whispered back, letting his hand trail down from her head to her neck, down her back towards her ass. “Yeah, I really want that.”
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, rubbing her hand over his chest. She was a little hesitant to ask. Back when they were together, they hadn’t used condoms, at least not towards the end of their relationship, but they’d both been with other people since.
“Yeah, one sec,” Gage said, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a condom and quickly slipping it onto his cock. “There we go.”
Fiona pushed her hips down so that her cunt lingered over his crotch without touching it for a long moment, staring deeply into his eyes, seeing how desperate he was to climb up inside of her. “I’m gonna fuck you good, baby,” she promised before crashing their lips together, dropping her hips to bounce her cunt against his cock, swallowing Gage’s groan into her mouth.
“Please,” he whispered against her lips, licking her tongue like he was starving. “Please, put me inside you, please,” he begged.
If Fiona had more patience, she would have made him wait; she would have dragged it out for several long, excruciating minutes, making him tremble beneath her before she let him get what she wanted. But she was as desperate for it as he was, and her willpower was all used up. She lifted her hips again before letting them fall, her cunt enveloping his cock all at once, taking all of him in at the same time.
“Fuck!” she cried out, sitting still in his lap to get used to the sensation of fullness inside of her cunt. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah,” Gage agreed with a choked-off laugh, reaching down to wrap his arms around her hips and ass. “You’re so fucking tight, goddamn.”
Fiona smiled down at him. “Thank you. I want to make you feel good.”
“Yeah, well, mission accomplished, baby,” Gage whispered, squeezing the flesh of her ass in one hand while his other moved to the front of her body, finding her clit. “I’m not done playing with you yet, though.”
Fiona inhaled deeply, keeping the air in her lungs as he began to play with her clit, pushing it up and down slowly and gently, careful not to overstimulate the nerve endings there. A few seconds later, Fiona began to slowly rotate her hips in circles, keeping herself full but moving around his cock, brushing up against sensitive spots inside of her cunt. “Jesus,” she muttered, moving her hips a little faster as Gage’s fingers sped up a little bit on her clit.
Gage groaned and shut his eyes, throwing his head back on the pillow as he began thrusting his hips up, sending his cock even deeper inside of Fiona. Sweat started to pool in between the crease of Fiona’s knees, and she tentatively lifted her hips up a single inch before letting them fall again, bouncing slowly on his cock. “Ungh, fuck,” Gage muttered, shoving his hips up harder, keeping himself inside of her longer as she began to lift up off his cock more quickly.
Meanwhile, Gage’s hands clutched at the bedsheets, just as Fiona had done some twenty minutes earlier, and for some reason, that lit a match inside of Fiona’s chest, making her lift and drop her hips faster and faster, bouncing in Gage’s lap while his hand kept jerking off her clit, slowly at first and then more rapidly as Fiona’s hips dropped harder onto his cock.
Gage’s grip on her hip became tighter, his nails digging into her skin as he began to push and pull at her ass, helping her bounce up and down on his cock.
With every down-stroke, Gage’s dick brushed up a sensitive spot inside of Fiona’s cunt. “Oh, fuck, ungh,” she moaned, slapping her hands down on Gage’s chest to brace herself as she started to bounce harder and faster. “Ugh, that’s good; that’s fucking good.” Gage’s fingers jacked her clit off faster, sending vibrations throughout her entire cunt, which tightened more around his cock, causing him groan like an animal.
“Yeah, my good girl, you wanna be fucking bad for me? You wanna fuck me hard, baby?” Gage grunted out, lightly slapping the side of her body with his free hand.
Gage’s words set Fiona’s heart on fire, her entire chest burning with it. She couldn’t stop herself. She had to ride him with everything she had. “Yes, baby,” she murmured back to him as she started fucking him harder, jerking her hips up and down and side to side as quickly as she could, her leg muscles burning with the exertion. “Yeah, baby, unnngh, I wanna be bad. I wanna be so bad, shit,” she groaned out, reaching down to grab onto Gage’s shoulders and pull his torso up. Gage apparently got the hint and bent his body so that he was sitting up on the bed, scooting them back so he could lean against the headboard. Now Fiona sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep herself in place while she jumped up and down on his dick, getting him in as deep as possible before slipping back out again.
“Do it, baby, do it,” Gage grunted, slapping her ass hard before lifting up her body until all of his cock left her cunt. The next second, he slammed her back down again, sending his whole cock inside of her all at once.
“Yeah, unngh, shit!” Fiona cried out, digging her nails deep into the flesh of Gage’s shoulders. At the same time, Gage’s thumb kept pressing at her clit, tapping at it relentlessly until a hundred different sensations bloomed throughout her cunt, which opened up even more, like a flower desperate for pollination.
Fiona bounced up and down harder, shoving her cunt as hard as she could against Gage’s hand, screaming out louder than ever before when he began squeezing his clit between two of his long, thick fingers, pulling at it as she rose and fell on his cock.
“I’m not going to last, baby,” Gage warned her, his ab muscles flexing beautifully as he thrusted up into her cunt. “I’m gonna fucking…I’m gonna…” He trailed off into a loud, long moan that sounded like he was dying of thirst in the middle of a battlefield, his mouth curling up into a snarl right before he suddenly flipped them over, pressing Fiona into the mattress as he drove into her again and again and again, slapping the side of her body, making her skin sting while he filled her cunt with his cock.
“Do it. Do it. Come in me. Come, baby, come,” Fiona said to him, reaching down to help him play with her clit while he fucked her mercilessly, their hips slapping together loudly in the silence of the bedroom.
“Yes, yes, fuck, ugh!” Gage cried out, shoving his cock in and out at an incredible speed, the springs of the mattress beneath them squeaking as he fucked her. “Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine, all mine, just—” He cut himself off with a howl, his hips moving so fast they became a blur to Fiona’s eyes, his cock pushing up against all the right spots inside of her, his hand flying over her clit.
“That’s good, that’s fucking—ungh!—that’s fucking good!” Fiona screamed, grabbing the side of Gage’s ass to encourage him in deeper. “Do it! Do it! Come in me! Do it!”
Gage growled again, louder than before, bracing himself on his free hand, using every muscle in his body to fuck her as deep and hard and fast as possible, sweat dripping from his hair as he moved back and forth on the bed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, ugh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more unsteady as he approached his orgasm.
Meanwhile, Fiona’s cunt was on fire again, burning like the brightest star in the universe as tendrils of pleasure leaked out and traveled all the way down her legs and up her torso and arms, eventually reaching her brain and setting every single nerve ending in her body alight with holy flame. She was going to come apart again. She was going to fucking explode.
“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?