Chapter 27 Hayes
Hayes
“Wow, I knew she was tired, but I don’t think I expected her to pass out quite so fast,” Raegan whispers from behind me as I lay Demi in my bed and pull the thick comforter over her limp, exhausted form.
“I had a feeling,” I reply. The truth is…
I knew she needed it. I could see it in her eyes.
They were hooded–in the non-sexy way–and droopy.
Her shoulders were slouched, just a little more than normal and there was something different in the tone of her voice.
They both resisted, although Demi put up less of a fight, only proving my theory that she needs more rest. Raegan was a little harder to convince.
In the end, I don’t think she said yes for me.
She watched Demi gather her things and I watched the sadness and concern for her take over like she was putting on a mask.
Or maybe she was letting some of it down. Hard to say.
Regardless, I’m glad they’re both here. I’ll admit, I didn’t think any of this through.
I simply acted. Demi is clearly dropping, and it’s possible Raegan could be as well.
It’s not an uncommon occurrence for Dominants, but it is easily dismissed in the lifestyle.
Realistically, everyone involved experiences some type of hormone rush during a scene, so it’s not a stretch to think all parties will also drop when everything comes back down.
Once I had Demi buckled in my car, she begged me to stop and get her some Superman Ice Cream.
Admittedly, I hesitated. I don’t recall ever hearing about a grown adult eating that, but she batted her fucking lashes and everything making it impossible to say no to her.
Then she passed the fuck out… again. Did we stop?
No. But I am going to have some delivered.
Honestly, whatever she wants or needs… I’ll make sure she gets it.
The doorbell rings. Speaking of needs. When I open the door, the delivery person hands me the drugstore bag. “Thank you,” I say as I take the bag from him and send him a large tip in the app for doing this so late.
When I get back to my room, Raegan is on the floor, leaning against the mattress with her eyes closed and her legs crossed out in front of her.
Fuck, she’s stunning. The last twenty years have done nothing to diminish her beauty.
Her blushed cheeks and pouty lips. That crimson hair that reflects the light in the most heavenly way.
Yep… she’s still an angel. The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.
Don’t even get me started on those wide hips of hers that call to my hands to grab them and hold onto them while I fuck into her from behind.
Shit. My cock is starting to thicken thinking thoughts like that. Thoughts I shouldn’t be having.
One eye pops open and I quickly keep moving into the en suite bathroom, hoping I didn’t just get busted perving on her.
“What’s in the bag?” she asks, not budging from her spot.
I step back out like nothing happened. “Pads, tampons, ibuprofen. I wasn’t sure what she wanted, so I got one of everything.”
She quirks a curious brow. “That was very thoughtful of you.”
“What can I say, I’m a thoughtful guy,” I retort. “The floor can’t be comfortable. Why don’t you get on the bed. It’s big enough and you probably need to rest, too.”
Her eyes slowly close. “I’m fine where I am.”
Kicking off my shoes, I slide down the side of the mattress and drop next to her. “Haven’t lost that nasty stubborn streak, I see.”
She doesn’t respond and her body is so still, I can’t help but wonder if she’s also passed out. Her breathing is even, but not particularly shallow. She’s probably not asleep, but then again… it’s been so long since I’ve shared a bed with her, how would I even fucking know?
I internally kick my own ass. I’ve missed so much and it’s my own damn fault for not having a normal conversation with my wife.
Instead, I let my father back in my head and she ended up the collateral damage of a past I’d worked hard to run from.
I know Demi thinks I should tell her, but how do I after all these years? The damage I caused is already done.
“You should probably rest too, you know.” Her angelic voice breaks through my thoughts. My eyes pop open and she’s staring right at me. “We’re all tired… obviously.”
I bend my left leg and rest my elbow on my knee. “I’ll be fine.”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
“Not sure why you don’t believe me. I would know if I was okay, wouldn’t I?”
“Not necessarily.” She shrugs. “You know what fine stands for?”
“Should I?”
“Probably. It stands for Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.” She pauses, clearly for dramatic effect. “Wanna try again, Hayes? Are you really fine?”
I rear my head back and squint at her assessment. “How very therapeutic of you. I’ll claim the F… but that’s it.”
“After ten years of college, including post-grad and way more money than I’d like to think about, I should hope so.”
“Wow. You said you wanted to become a therapist and you fucking did it. Nice job.”
Again… she doesn’t respond to my praise. Not like she needs it.
“Thank you,” she finally says, softly. “I fucked up and I don’t deserve it, though. I’m contemplating surrendering it.”
“What did you do?”
She lifts her head and considers me a moment through her still droopy eyes.
“One day… there was this patient. She had recently been rejected and disowned by her parents when she came out as gay. This girl was easily the most beautiful I’d ever seen, but she was also so fucking sad and needed help unraveling everything that comes with the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, abandoning you because of who you are. ”
Shit.
Her lips purse, like she’s pondering what to say next.
“One day, this girl was struggling to acknowledge and express the devastation she was living with.” She lets out a long, slow breath.
“So I suggested some techniques and when she chose the one she wanted to try… it ended with me quitting as her therapist and becoming her Domme.”
Her brows furrow and a light blush makes its way onto her neck.
I swallow thickly, “Then what?”
A lone tear falls down her cheek. “Then… she became so much more and I fell in love with her.” Another tear. “Then I broke her heart.”
I glance up at Demi’s sleeping form, snuggled under the covers. She’s still passed out.
I’m not sure which part of what she just told me is more tragic.
Slowly, I reach up and swipe the rogue tear from her face. “I have a feeling the girl was smart enough to make her own decisions, probably knew the risks and decided you were worth it,” I offer quietly.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m the professional. I should know better than to get involved with a patient. Especially one that was so vulnerable. I was wrong, Hayes.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I look up at Demi again. “I’d be willing to bet your darling girl won’t either.”
“That’s not the point and you know it,” she scoffs.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t think you have to go all ‘ultimate sacrifice’ and lose everything you built. It’s not like you’re planning on corrupting any other patients.” My lips curve into a slight smirk.
She slaps my arm playfully, laughing as she says, “I did not corrupt her!”
I give her my best side-eye.
A tiny giggle slips out as she turns her head to stare down at her hands. “Okay, fine. Maybe, I corrupted her a little.”
Fuck, it’s nice to see her smile. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I saw how you were with her and what you did to her with just your fingers. That was… extraordinary.”
We sit in silence for a little while, neither of us knowing how to fill the awkward, yet somehow peaceful silence.
Finally, I sigh. “I didn’t know her parents did that to her. She’s been very vague about her past.” That thought hits me square in the chest. I know Demi, but Raegan knows her more intimately than I ever could. Did she not feel safe enough to tell me?
“She’s–”
Raegan moves her hand and places it on mine, squeezing slightly as she says, “Demetria has always had a lot of feelings she doesn’t know what to do with.
She’s an empathetic soul. My guess… is if she didn’t tell you, it isn’t because she doesn’t trust you.
It’s more likely that she’s put her own shit on the back burner so she doesn’t accidentally put it on you to carry for her.
I’m guessing she also didn’t tell you she comes from big, religious Kansas money and when her parents gave up on her, they took all of her access to funds with them. ”
“Shit. No, she didn’t tell me any of that. But I guess that explains why she lives with her friend.”
“I’m honestly not surprised.”
I glance to my hand, that Raegan is still holding. My heart rate kicks up a notch. This is… surprising. If she pulls it back…
It’s wild, sitting here with her, talking about Demi.
Touching like we hardly know each other.
My nerves are restless, telling me I need to get up and move, but I can’t.
If I sever the connection she created, I could risk never feeling her touch ever again and all I want to do is soak it up.
Commit her skin to memory so I can replay the tape every day for the rest of my life.
Demi stirs above us and my thoughts flit back to what she told me tonight.
“She wants to go home,” I tell Raegan, breaking another long silence.