Chapter Twenty — Trinity
CHAPTER TWENTY
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TRINITY
Fuck, this was the best dream. Pleasure that seeped through my body and stayed there, turning every cell a shade of shimmering gold.
That was because Bastian was between my legs, stubble scraping my thighs, using his tongue on me with lazy decadence. I reached down and pushed my fingers into his hair. It was just long enough for me to pull.
Bastian leaned into my pull with a groan before releasing me, gripping my hips and flipping me over. His chest pressed against my back and lips to my ear. “Good morning, pretty plaything.”
“Morning.” I arched into him as he kissed across my back and neck. “I wish it was the weekend. I can’t remember the last time I slept that well, and we’d have time to play.”
Bastian laughed softly. “It’s still early.”
“Still have to go to work,” I grumbled.
“After.” He lined himself up with me and brought his lips back to my ear. “I would have been fucking you already, but I wanted you to feel the first time I do.”
He pressed in, rocking his hips until I was full of him and I could feel every single piercing on his cock and the way it curved. I shuddered, gripping the pillows. It had been months since I’d had anyone. Before Isolde even found her pack. My body ached with the fullness of it.
Bastian dropped his forehead against my spine. “Fuck, you were made for me.”
I sucked in a tiny breath. Then I sank into the compliment like it was a pool of sunshine.
He rolled his hips, pulling back and pushing in with firm intention, but not urgency.
The motions of an Alpha who knew what he wanted and how to get there.
Catching my hands where they gripped the sheets, he wove our fingers together and kept them there, weight anchoring me so he could fuck me all the way to the hilt.
I just want to be held down so I have no choice but to enjoy it.
That’s what this was. Nowhere to go, no choice but to enjoy the feel of him. Bask in the glow of being someone’s sole focus. Perfume surged into the surrounding air, slick wetness growing between my legs and letting him enter me the fraction deeper that made all the difference.
A whine worked its way out of my throat.
Desperate. Needy. I tried to move a little and couldn’t.
Bastian’s hips locked me in place with every thrust, and his hands kept me where he wanted me.
I arched into him again, wanting more of that contact and the feeling of delicious, perfect helplessness and safety he gave me.
That’s how simple it was. There was nothing ‘kinky’ about being fucked first thing in the morning. Except for the fact that we both knew he had all the power. I could stop it if I wanted, and I didn’t want to. And it made us both that much more aroused.
The pleasant, decadent feeling caught fire inside me. Suddenly I was on the edge of coming, moaning into the pillow, wanting more more more of exactly what he was giving me. I couldn’t control my body as it tried to grab onto every sensation and couldn’t.
Bastian released a hand to plant his massive one in the middle of my back, pressing me down into the mattress as he kept the same maddening pace, harder.
The fire spun outward, ecstasy blurring all of my senses. The orgasm felt like it flipped me inside out and upside down, and Bastian still fucked me, his own sounds drowned out by the roaring pleasure in my head.
I felt his knot swell inside me, the rest of his weight lowered onto me slowly as we both came to stillness and caught our breath.
His scent strengthened and surrounded me as much as he did.
Slowly, he turned to the side and brought me with him, sliding an arm beneath me to keep me cradled to his chest. But I could turn enough to kiss him, and I did.
His purr rumbled steadily against me. Fuck, I would go back to sleep at this rate. “I need to take a month off to nap and let you fuck me.”
“None of us would complain about that.”
“Sadly, I think my boss would take issue with it.”
He laughed. “Quit.”
“No. I like my job. Most of the time.”
“Most?”
The way he spoke, with the rasp, made me remember what he said. I turned as much as I could to see him. “Can I ask what happened to your voice?”
A hand stroked down my side slowly, teasing over my hip and down between my legs. They slowly circled my clit, and I jerked. “Sensitive.”
“I know.”
“But—”
He kissed me suddenly. “If I want to make you come all over my knot, I will do it. I’ve seen your list, so let’s not pretend you’re not interested in being forced to orgasm.” Embarrassment heated my cheeks. I wasn’t truly embarrassed, and he wasn’t wrong, but this was going to take getting used to.
I wanted this, and I knew I wouldn’t regret it. But imagining a power exchange and the reality of it were two very different things. I breathed through the sensation and let the feeling of embarrassment go. And control.
Bastian was right. I’d given them permission for free use, and until I used my safe word, touching me was his right. That one finger circled my clit slowly to emphasize his point.
Swallowing, I looked at him. “Is this where I say ‘yes, sir’?”
He smiled. “If you want. I don’t need the honorific.”
“Why not?”
The knot inside me loosened, and we both groaned as he pulled out of me and turned me over so we were face to face. “Because.” He swallowed and winced. “As you just saw, I have no problem holding you down and fucking you. You calling me sir doesn’t affect that.”
“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”
He smirked, curled a hand around my neck, and kissed me slowly. Even his kiss had me melting in his arms. Curling his tongue around mine and dominating my mouth. A simple illustration that I didn’t have a choice in this either, and it was fucking working.
“My voice is from a fight,” he said when he finally pulled back. “An accident. One-in-a-million kind of thing. I—” he swallowed, wincing.
“I’m sorry. You’ve talked a lot. I shouldn’t have asked.”
He tightened his fingers behind my neck and shook his head. “No. You do not have to edit yourself. If it hurts too much to speak, I will tell you. Don’t add that worry.”
A blink.
Then two.
I hadn’t even considered it like that. Because why wouldn’t I try to make things better for the people in my life? But also…
Yeah. He could tell me or text me if he didn’t want to speak. And with those couple of sentences, he lifted the burden of constantly worrying whether he was feeling well enough to speak off my shoulders. “I’ll try to remember.”
“Good. Early in my career, I misread someone I was fighting, and I dodged the wrong way. It put me off balance. I couldn’t recover, and the guy was also an asshole.
He knew what he was doing. The full force of his punch hit me in the throat.
Once they took me to the hospital and made sure I would live, we learned it had permanently damaged my larynx.
” He paused for a second. “Honestly, I was lucky. It could have been much worse.”
“But you still fight?”
“It’s what I’m good at. And I’m much better now than I was then.”
I snuggled down further into him. “I don’t know much about fighting or how you even get into it.”
“Brooks and I were energetic kids, and we were a little hot-headed for normal sports. So our pack put us in martial arts to help us use that energy and also get a hold on our tempers. It worked. I kept winning competitions until it made sense for me to give it a go professionally.” He shrugged.
“Brooks tried for a bit, but he didn’t enjoy it. So he got certified to be a trainer.”
“If I were familiar with the sport, would I know who you are?”
He chuckled. “Probably.”
“Oh.”
“You’d probably know all of us. Logan’s one of the best surfers in the world,” he lowered his voice, “though I don’t even think that most people familiar with sports know competitive surfers.”
I laughed and closed my eyes, enjoying the rough sound of his voice along with the rumble of his purr and the warmth of his body. This was perfect.
“And Theo won gold a couple of years ago at the last International Olympiad.”
I froze. “Really? Which race?”
He laughed again. “Pretty much all of them.”
“I feel bad for not knowing that.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It feels like I should have known? Like most people watch those, and I think I might have seen some. So why didn’t I recognize him?”
“Mm.” He rested his lips against my temple.
When he spoke again, I could hear how his voice was weaker.
“He looks very different in goggles and swim gear. I also don’t think most people are looking for an elite athlete at a BDSM club, and Theo never expects people to know who he is.
He gets recognized sometimes, but that’s it. ”
He was telling me not to feel bad, and I had to stop, because that was twice in the last few minutes he relieved worries and fears I hadn’t realized were worries and fears.
“Do you need to stop talking? Your voice sounds different.”
Bastian nodded. “I do.”
“Okay. I should probably get ready for work.”
He flipped us so he was on top and devoured me. For a second I thought he wasn’t going to let me get up, and I was okay with that, until he softened the kiss and released me with a wink.
I had to make myself leave so I could get ready. It wasn’t late, but I knew myself, and I could lose time fast if I got distracted.
My blood sugar was okay. A bit of a miracle considering I completely forgot about my insulin yesterday. But I also hadn’t eaten that much, and had sex, which I was counting as exercise for today, so it balanced out.
Not a great habit, but I’d be fine. Everything in moderation was key if you had diabetes. I worked hard to keep my symptoms controlled so that I could do things like forget once in a while. Or have ice cream.
Or a waffle.
After this morning, I was seriously in the mood for Cream Dream’s after-hours X-rated waffles. Maybe I could convince Isolde and Ocean to do brunch there this week.