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Rose
I stretchlike a cat waking from a long nap. My body is sore but a delicious kind of sore. I feel slightly lethargic, but at the same time, clear. I’ve had moments of peace from the darkness inside. This feels different somehow. I’m not sure if it was the spanking followed by the most magnificent orgasm to ever orgasm, or if it’s my new determination to not let the darkness win.
To not let fucking Nelson Grant and all the other men rule my body and mind ever again. Maybe a combination of both. I have no doubt that the darkness isn’t gone forever, but it feels diminished somehow. Like it’s lost its power over me.
“Welcome back, my love,” Matthew murmurs, kissing my forehead sweetly. I snuggle deeper into his arms. I love the steady beat of his heart under my ear. “How do you feel?”
“Lighter.”
“Good. That’s really good.”
He runs his fingers up and down my back in long soothing strokes. I close my eyes, telling myself it’ll just be for a minute, but I let Matthew’s touch and the beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
* * *
Morning bringsbirds chirping and rainbow glitter farting unicorns. At least that’s how I feel. Which is freaking fantastic. Matthew is already up by the time I get up. I can hear him talking to someone in the other room. I stretch and move to get up. When I sit up, I hiss in pain. Ouch. That spanking was no joke, but the ends definitely justify the means.
The hot water from the shower feels amazing on my sore muscles. I take my time washing and conditioning my hair, humming to myself. I shiver when I clean my pussy. It’s still wet with mine and Matthew’s release. The thought of being filled with him makes my core clench. I have never, ever touched myself, but I can’t resist circling my clit. My knees nearly buckle at the instant pleasure.
There’s a knock on the door seconds before Matthew appears in front of the shower. He raises a brow when he sees my hand between my legs. I flush with embarrassment making it completely obvious what I was doing. I could’ve claimed that I was washing myself, but my blush and the fact that I’m panting like I ran a freaking marathon gives me away.
“Caught with your hand in my cookie jar,” he teases.
I pull my hand from between my legs with a laugh. “We’re calling it a cookie jar now?”
“It’s sweet like a cookie.”
I groan. “You’re terrible.”
“You love it.”
I turn off the water and open the shower door. Matthew pulls my towel from the hook and holds it out for me. I walk right into his arms and stand on tiptoe to kiss him. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Matthew says against my lips before deepening the kiss. My towel falls to the floor, forgotten. I whine when he ends the kiss and picks up my towel, wrapping it back around my body. “You wreck my control, love. I came to tell you that I need to go to the club and that I’ll be late getting home tonight.”
My smile disappears, knowing that it’ll be hours and hours until he gets home. “Can I come? I bet there’s all kinds of filing that needs to be done.”
“You know that there’s no filing.”
I smirk at him. “I know, but it sounds like a good excuse for me to come with you.”
He pulls me into another kiss. “No excuses needed. I always want you with me.”
“Great! I’ll get dressed.”