Page 35 of Dark Truth

“It is. Come eat me all up, Dylan.” Her finger enticed me to draw nearer, and so I did.

I crawled over her and pressed my hips to hers. “I hope you aren’t too full.”

“On the contrary, I’m starving for what you have to give me.”

“Good, because I have plenty to give you.” It might be silly, but my first thought when I realized my legs had stopped working that night was the fact that my dick wouldn’t work if I was dead from the waist down. Then, I’d panicked about the rest, but that really had been my first thought.

Everything worked perfectly fine now, to my relief, and I nuzzled at Emily’s neck with sensual kisses. I felt her shiver beneath me, and my body grew warmer. Her responses to me always made me hot.

With slow, gentle ease I moved my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, and pushed the panel of the gown away from her left breast. Something looked different there, but I couldn’t decide what. Or why.

“Are your nipples darker than usual?” It wasn’t really a concern, I was just confused by it.

“I don’t know, are they?” She sounded as if she was holding her breath, but I had just licked her nipple.

“Doesn’t matter.” I took the bud between my lips and sucked at it with a deep tug. She moaned, and I felt her hips twitch against me.

I moved to the other one and made sure it was just as hard before I turned my attentions elsewhere. My need to subjugate her, once so strong within me, had settled over the last few weeks. Maybe it would come back, I didn’t know, but I didn’t miss it.

I’d been too busy, and Emily had shown me time after time that I didn’t need to be so angry about life. She’d shown me that there was a reason to smile. I knew I’d never totally lose the urge to be dominant, it was part of who I was now, but I no longer felt like I had to punish her.

I’d reacted badly to the news about who her family was, and for a while, I’d treated her as if she’d deserved to be subjugated. I hated that about myself, but I hadn’t been able to stop it. She hadn’t complained, she’d taken it until I’d seen that it didn’t matter how much I did, she’d take whatever I gave her. As long as she had me.

“You are too good for me, Emily,” I whispered as I moved down her tummy. It was a bit round, but she’d had a lot of salad with her dinner. A rather large amount, but she blamed hormones. I hadn’t questioned that and splayed my fingers over the roundness. It made me chuckle, knowing she’d eaten that much, and she squirmed.

“Don’t laugh at my salad belly!” she complained, and I laughed louder.

“Darling you ate about five pounds of salad, if I’m not mistaken.” My hand went lower and teased at her slit without opening her. Just enough to let her know I was there.

“I needed the nutrients, obviously. Don’t tease me, Dylan, it’s cruel.” She wiggled in my arms and tried to force my hand deeper.

“Don’t be so eager, madam. Enjoy the moment. We’ll be too busy in a couple of days to do this.”

“It’s going to be hell, isn’t it?” I heard her sigh though, just as my mouth moved along the place where my fingers had been. I gathered her moisture on my tongue and savored her flavor. It seemed different, sweeter, but I noticed her flavor sometimes changed.

“It won’t be too bad,” I breathed out over her skin. “Maybe we can escape for a few trysts in between demanding guests and screaming staff.”

“How many do you think will quit that first week?” Her voice shook, but she got the words out, even though my fingers had just slid inside of her to open her up.

“A few, but not many. Some of the newbies, definitely. The ones who stay will be loyal.”

“Good. Now shut up and make me come please.” Her fingers came down on my head and held it still while she rocked her clit against my tongue. “Fuck, that feels incredible, Dylan. Don’t stop.”

I obliged and made sure she was wrung dry before I found my own pleasure inside of her. Fucking Emily had always been a pleasure, but now that I knew that pleasure could be stripped away without notice, I made an effort to savor each moment.

I would hate life if I could no longer have sex, but I would hate it even more if I had to impose that on Emily. I had plans for after the opening, things I wanted to talk to her about, choices we had to talk about, and hopefully a future to plan. I wanted to do so much, but I hesitated. I knew she wouldn’t complain if we couldn’t have sex anymore, there was more than one way to sexual gratification, but I knew she wanted kids one day. If I couldn’t give her that, and denied her sexual gratification at the same time, well, I would feel like a rather shit example of a man.

“So good,” she whispered, and I kissed her hot skin.

Her legs were over my shoulders, and I was on my knees, blissful as I slid into her over and over again. This was heaven, and I never wanted it to end. I felt her hand slide between our bodies, and my greedy little imp gasped as she found that spot that made her shiver so beautifully.

She took herself on another ride to the land of nothing, and this time I followed along behind her. I experienced each moment with a sense of wonder, afraid that it might be the last time and I’d forget what it had been like. Ever since that night, every moment with Emily was like that, but when I was inside of her, I made sure I memorized every second of the experience. I never wanted to forget what it felt like.

She rolled away when I moved off of her and caught her breath. She wasn’t turning away from me, just having a moment to recover. I sighed and let my eyes close. I heard her go into the bathroom and then come out a few minutes later.

“Good night, Dylan.” She kissed me, and I tasted toothpaste on her lips.

“Good night, Emily.” I pulled her to me, and she curled into my side, her head on my chest. I held her there and stared at the ceiling now that the light was off.