Chapter 28 Exhale #2
The desperate edge in his voice made me both sad and exhilarated. My Davidson needed reassurance, too. He loved me and had almost lost me.
“I’m nothing without you,” I whispered. “Your cum keeps me alive.”
He thrust harder and squeezed more painfully, keeping me from coming. I loved the thin line between agony and ecstasy, and my mate could balance me right on the edge for however long he wanted.
“Don’t need my dick,” I panted. “I’m just a hole for your cock. Don’t need anything but your cum. Need your cum.” I was close, even as he all but crushed my balls in his hand.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you what you need. I’ll pump you full of it.”
He came on a roar, and my eyes almost popped out of my head when my own pleasure rose inside me, overwhelming and so intense I screamed.
The razor-sharp orgasm ricocheted between my hole and womb, even as my cock and balls hurt in Davidson’s tight grip.
“Yeah, just a hole,” my mate muttered. “My hole. Big and deep. Filthy.”
Then he let go of my cock, and I arched with another wave of pleasure. His cockhead pushed against the mouth to my womb, sending tingles through me, and I came and came, wailing and sobbing.
“Shh.” Davidson rocked us and ran his hands all over me. “Shh, all is well. I’m here. I’m inside you. All is well.”
Was I still sobbing? I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. But I wasn’t upset. If anything, I was happy.
Relieved.
So fucking relieved.
Twisting my neck, I found his lips. He kissed me, and I finally slumped, the tension dissipating. I was sated to the marrow of my bones.
“Good?” he murmured against my wet lips.
“Great.”
We spent the weekend hibernating, talking a little and touching all the time.
We made love and slept in each other’s arms whenever we wanted, with no regard to whether it was day or night.
We swam and took a walk, this time outside of the premises in the nearby forest, and as I looked around in wonder, Davidson watched me with a soft smile on his lips.
He ordered the poke bowls with tuna I liked, having them delivered by a special courier all the way from the city, and instead of dessert, I sucked him off under the kitchen table.
The only reminder of the outside world were the few phone calls he had to take.
“I should go to the office tomorrow,” Davidson said as we lounged by the pool on Sunday night.
“I know. And I should meet my agent. It will be strange walking around the city just like that.”
“Leo, can you do something for me?” The uncomfortable way he asked had me immediately alert.
I turned in his arms to scan his expression. “Whatever you want.”
He smiled, cupping my cheek. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
I frowned. “Of course.”
“You’ll do whatever I want for the rest of our lives, love?” He shook his head, but his mouth curved in a smile. “What if you don’t like the things I ask of you? What if I get unreasonable and controlling?”
“You’ll never ask anything from me that would be bad for me,” I said with absolute certainty. “So yes. I’ll do whatever you want. Tell me.”
He took a deep breath. “I’ve arranged for a bodyguard.
I should have asked you, and I’ve been meaning to, but I also didn’t want to disturb the peace this weekend.
I would very much like for the man to accompany you when you go somewhere by yourself.
He’s one of Cassidy and Hassel’s junior employees, a dragon shifter as well, and according to Devon, highly capable and professional.
It would help me…to adjust if you had someone keeping an eye on you. ”
I wasn’t the only one deeply affected by what happened. Instead of replying immediately, I kissed him and combed my fingers through his beard. It needed trimming, and I wondered if he’d let me do that. I’d like to do that for him.
“It’ll make you feel better, and I’ll feel safer too.”
“Thank you.” He bit his lip, looking ridiculously sheepish. “He’s coming over tomorrow morning before I need to leave.”
I chuckled, shaking my head at my man’s highhanded ways. “Okay then. Can I trim your beard?”
The sudden change of topic made him grin. “Is it that bad?”
“Not at all. But I’d like to. I can do it the same way you’re used to.”
“Sure. Let’s do that.”
It was just as satisfying as I’d thought it would be. I used the machine first, then fixed the details with a comb and scissors. I combed through the short strands to get out the clippings, and he watched me with glowing eyes.
“There. My important CEO mate is ready for work tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “I might start wearing ties again so you can fix them for me every morning.”
I patted his cheek. “Double Windsor is my specialty.”
Hugging me around my waist, he pulled me forward and buried his nose in my belly.
“Mmm. Let’s go to bed early. I need to fuck you at least three times before I can bear saying goodbye tomorrow morning.”
He took me kneeling by the bed, hard and fast, holding my wrists pinned to the mattress.
In the middle of the night, I woke up with his tongue in my ass, and in the morning, he rucked up my robe and hoisted me onto the kitchen counter.
Hooking my legs over his elbows, he plowed me like a machine, fucking two screaming orgasms out of me even before coffee.
He set me on my feet and slapped my ass. “Go shower. I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Yes, Master.”
His cum ran down my thighs, and I wondered if I could ask him to do me and plug me tomorrow morning so I could keep his cum longer when he was gone for work.
The new bodyguard was a gorgeous alpha in his late twenties, athletic and tall like all the dragon shifters, with almost turquoise eyes turning golden closer to his pupils.
He introduced himself as Terrance Harbinger.
It was a testimony to Davidson’s trust in me that he left me in the man’s care.
The old me would have slipped a hand into Terrance’s pants by lunchtime at the latest.
Except the old me hadn’t met Davidson. My mate was the most handsome, sexiest, kindest man on the planet.
While I could appreciate Terrance esthetically, I had zero interest in him otherwise.
It wouldn’t be a challenge to remain faithful when just the thought of touching anybody other than Davidson made me physically sick.
“What are your plans for today, sir?” Terrance asked me when I came downstairs dressed for the day.
I shuddered and laughed. “Oh please, do not ever call me sir again. I’m Leo.”
Terrance nodded with a smile. “Noted.”
“I’m meeting my agent downtown at ten, then I’d like to drop by Davidson’s office for lunch. Is that okay?”
“Sure. The traffic should be getting better now after the morning rush. It shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes to the business district.”
“Then let’s grab something on the way.”
“What would you like?”
I barely had to give it any thought. “A donut. Chocolate. And a vanilla shake.” Yes, I was most definitely pregnant.
Terrance, bless him, pressed his lips together in an apparent effort not to laugh. “I like donuts too,” he said and gestured to the door.
The driveway was baking in the autumn sun, but the car soon cooled with the AC blasting. Terrance insisted on me sitting in the right back seat, quoting security protocol, so I put on my sunglasses and did as he told me.
In the car, I typed a message for Davidson.
Me: I’m going downtown to have coffee with my agent. I could be at your office at 12 if you have time to see me for a moment. Terrance is driving me.
Davidson: 12 is perfect. I have a meeting before. If I’m late, wait for me in my office.
Me: Yes, Master.
Davidson: And tell Terrance to wait outside.
I grinned at the screen.
As we drove to the city, I looked at all the cars and bikes and people. A comforting sense of normalcy mixed with newness washed over me. And peace. A wonderful, all-encompassing sense of peace.
I knew myself well enough to expect a freak-out sooner or later.
Several freak-outs, for sure. During the upcoming weeks, I’d have panic attacks and nightmares, and I’d be jumpy in public spaces.
But with time, the peace would take over and fill every nook in my mind, and everything would be just right.
My dream dragon would look after me.