Chapter 23
Jade
The following week is spent going on dates with Fylis, then exploring new kinks at home.
At this point, I’ve practically moved in, besides all my furniture which is still at my apartment.
We fall into an easy routine. He goes to work, and I check in with the club; they are still not taking clients.
I tidy up the house, and we make dinner together.
It never feels dull, time spent with Fylis.
We never say it directly, but we both know what this is: love.
The oven dings letting me know the cookies I made are done. Grabbing my mittens, I quickly remove them and set them on the cooling rack.
“That smells delicious,” Fylis calls from the other room, making me smile.
“Earl Grey cookies with lavender icing,” I call back as I finish making the icing.
Bringing a small plate over to his desk, I catch him looking at houses, but he doesn’t close the tab when he notices me looking.
“Are these for me?” He takes the plate, setting it down next to his computer, then pulls me onto his lap, spinning us towards the screen.
“House shopping to get away from me already?” I tease, but a ball of nerves tightens inside of me.
“I was actually hoping to talk to you about us. About our future.” He squeezes me into a hug, then kisses my shoulder.
“Hmmm, our future. I wonder what that looks like?” Giving his horn a firm squeeze, he moans and stands with me in his arms.
“The cookies!” I squeal as he takes us to our bedroom.
“I’m sure they are absolutely delicious, but right now I’m hungry for you.”
Fylis tosses me onto the bed, then climbs in next to me, kissing me hungrily. Straddling his hips, I pull his shirt over his head and sink my nails into his chest, making him hiss.
“Tell me how delicious my cookies are,” I smirk as I grind down on his hips.
“Jade, fuck. Please.” He begs as he writhes beneath me.
Digging my nails in harder, he gets the picture.
“Mistress, please. Ride my needy cock.” His fists ball in the sheets as he waits for me to reward him.
“Since you begged so nicely,” grabbing his cock I guide it inside of me slowly, making him shake in anticipation. As soon as he exhales, I seat myself fully on him, making him cry out.
“Gods, you fit perfectly inside me. You’re so fucking perfect, Fylis. I lo-” My words flow from me like an open tap as I bounce on him, my confession almost making it out into the open.
Fylis grabs my chin, pulling me down to him. “We’re perfect. You and me, forever.”
That does it for me, we meet each other thrust for thrust in a beautifully violent display of passion and rough fucking.
“Mine,” he growls, releasing himself within me.
“Yours,” I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me, each tremor drawing him deeper.
As our breathing begin to steady, Fylis meets my gaze. A torrent of adoration surges within me, nearly bringing tears to my eyes as the weight of reality settles in. This is my destiny. Fylis is my destiny.