Page 31 of Unfettered

I stop the kiss, pulling back. His sensual growl makes me want to laugh. It’s a shot of adrenaline to my system. “Nope. That’s all you get for now. I want to know your hopes for the future. Your dreams.”

“Fuck,” he grumbles, closing his eyes with a huff. “I’m not sure what you’re expecting…”

“I want to know what hides in your brain. What things slide around that make you want. And if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll make sure you get a reward.”

My heart pounds, waiting to see what happens at my command. I'm desperately worried I’m crossing a line, but I'm also hoping this fixes the cracks even I can see. From the way he shudders and then immediately relaxes, I know I’ve got him where he needs to be. Having learned from Master, I know how to be patient, to wait for the walls to come down.

In the quiet, his voice wavers, but he finally answers me. “I dream of our lives together. After this bullshit with the Senator. That. That’s what I dream about the most. Us. As a family. Kids, marriages, a home where we all end up together, in whatever way makes sense to us.”

“That’s a beautiful dream. In fact, let’s make that our goal.” I breathe deeply and bend down again, nuzzling his neck, peppering kisses along his collarbone. “What else, Love? What else do you see?”

“A larger home in the country, so we can have all the pets possible. Our own little zoo. After all, the kids will need it.” He exhales shakily as I take off his shirt.

I hum in encouragement as I leave open-mouth kisses along his chest. Straddling him, I slide down his body, continuing my exploration. A kiss, a lick, a nip. And then I stop.

“Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?” he demands on a moan, his eyes still tightly closed.

I laugh silently, my breath ghosting over his body. Goosebumps break out along his skin, and I lick the pathway before forcing myself to slow down. It won’t do to push him too quickly.

“Give me more, Love.”

Grumbling, his hands curl into fists by his side. I wonder if he realizes he’s naturally submissive. Swallowing, I try to breathe through my own desires.

“I dream of you. Of Ignacio. Of Tennant. Of Jude. And of Hollis. I dream of us all together. I dream of busy breakfasts, loud dinners, and happiness… So much happiness that it makes me break.”

Right there. That’s where the weak spot is… Keeping a leash on my inner savage is fucking hard as hell, but damn if I’ll walk away from this or rush him.

“Why would it make you break, My Love? Why would happiness hurt you?”

His eyes flash open, and he stares at me, opening his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, the tears he’s held in for so long, too long, tumble out. I lay on top of him, giving himself something solid to feel, to grab, and when his arms circle me tightly, he lets it all out.

It’s a switch from sex to an emotional release, but he needs this, and I’m grateful to be the one who managed to break the walls surrounding him, to sneak past the guards he keeps around his soft heart. Because as much as his love is limitless, he tries to save himself from pain in the worst way possible. Seeing to everyone else won’t fly with me. My little people pleaser is going to learn…one way or another.

When his tears finally slow, I slide halfway off him. I want to stay close enough that he knows I’m not leaving, but letting him breathe is probably a good idea. From the way he reacts, it’s a good thing I don’t go too far. The way he tenses is almost unbearable, so I focus on petting him, giving him small touches of comfort and love, a conversation where we don’t need words.

Eventually he sighs, relaxing fully. He turns his head slightly so that he can meet my stare. “I don’t think I’m alright. Happiness shouldn’t break me, should it?”

“No, Love. But you have me. You have your large poly family, and we’re just getting started. I’m happy to look at real estate with you, and work toward making your dream a reality, because I can see that too. We’re breaking the past, and the chains that held us in place. But to do that, to find the courage, we need help.”

Sighing, he groans. “Is this where you say I need therapy?”

“Look at you. The smartest Boy of all…”

Before he can argue, I kiss him again, taking control once more as he submits so beautifully to me. There's a freeing feeling inside me, a newness that unfurls. He’s more than my best friend, more than my Love. He’s everything to me, in the same way Master is… Just flipped the other way. And hell if I didn’t know that was possible. It’s heady, intoxicating. Almost as addictive as the taste of him… I finally stop, breathless, fucking undone by the look in his eyes.

“If I promise to start therapy, do I get that reward?” He reaches out, tracing the planes of my face, caressing me, seducing me.

“My Love is definitely the smartest Boy of all.”

He blushes, and questions swim in his eyes, but now isn't the time for that. No, now is when I get to show him how I feel. Words? Words are too easily broken, cast aside like they're nothing. Actions. That’s what he needs.

With a slight grimace, he nods. “I’ll do it. But will you be there?”

“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried. It’ll always be you and me. No matter who else is in our lives, you’re mine.”

This time, I don’t wait for a response before bending down to bite his shoulder, and his sharp gasp of pain ends on a moan. I stifle the laughter that bubbles up inside me. Instead, I continue mapping every bit of him with my fingers and tongue. Sweat breaks out on both of us, and by the time I reach his navel, we’re both trembling.

Fuck. I’ve only topped once, and I worry whether I’ll be any good at it. I tug at his skirt, and he quickly helps me pull it, and his underwear, off. For a moment, I bury my nose in his crotch, inhaling his musky, heady scent. Fuck, he’s so damn perfect. Perfect for me.