Chapter 29 #2
I nodded.
He nudged himself against me, every muscle in my body becoming taut.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Henry was so much bigger than Victor.
But I wanted to do this. Wanted to reclaim every last piece Victor stole from me.
This wasn’t about giving Henry what he wanted.
It was about giving myself what I wanted.
What I needed.
And I needed Henry to do this.
“Okay, baby. Deep breath. Inhale for three.”
I did as he asked, inhaling through my nose as he counted.
“Now exhale.”
I released my breath as best as I could through my gag. As I did, he pushed inside.
My exhale turned into a muffled cry, my grip on the couch tightening even more as so many sensations fought for attention. There was pain, but it didn’t hurt like I thought it would.
Instead, I felt a sort of pleasure I didn’t think possible.
Henry didn’t move right away, toying with my clit before slipping a finger inside my pussy. I squirmed, fighting against the orgasm already building.
“Are you ready for more?” Henry asked, his voice filled with barely restrained need.
I met his eyes and gave him a nod.
“Good girl.”
He started to move inside me, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust.
And my god, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You’re fucking incredible, Ariana,” Henry grunted, his motions slow and measured as he treated me to more pleasure than I thought possible.
Before Henry, my life was nothing but torture, torment, and pain.
But Henry changed everything. He helped me find a side of me I’d forgotten about.
And a side of me I didn’t know existed.
“You should see yourself right now,” he continued. “Your ass filled with my cock. Your cunt filled with my fingers. You’re fucking soaked.”
Even if my mouth wasn’t being gagged with my panties, I didn’t think I could even attempt to formulate a response.
Piece by piece, breath by breath, Henry coaxed me into reclaiming a part of me I thought was gone forever. A part Victor had ruined.
And it felt…incredible.
Empowering.
Like stitching together a wound I’d been pretending didn’t bleed.
I let him guide me.
Let my body respond.
Let pleasure replace fear.
Soon, that familiar sensation built low in my body. I wanted the release, but at the same time I never wanted this to end.
“Come on, baby,” Henry said, peppering rough kisses along my back, biting my shoulder blades. “Let go. Let me feel you clench around me. I need it.”
That was all it took for the tension to snap inside me, my release tearing through me so intensely I screamed into my gag.
This wasn’t just an orgasm.
It was a reclamation.
I’d barely had a chance to come down from the bliss rolling through my body when Henry pulled out and tugged me to my unsteady feet, his hand stroking his cock.
I didn’t have to ask what he wanted. I knew.
Spitting out my panties, I lowered myself to my knees and parted my lips, the sight of him stroking his glistening cock setting me on fire all over again. He gave himself a few final tugs, then let go, ejaculating on my tongue, my chin, over my chest.
Once he was done, he yanked me to my feet, slamming his lips to mine, not caring that I tasted like him. And I didn’t care that he tasted like me. If anything, it turned me on even more.
Tearing away, he leaned his forehead against mine, his ragged breaths echoing around us.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what? Letting you fuck me?”
“No.” He pulled back and pushed a tendril of hair behind my ear. “For trusting me. For choosing me to be the one to help you reclaim this part of you. I’m not sure I deserve it, but I’ll do everything I can to prove I do.”
Emotion stung behind my eyes, my throat heavy from the sincerity in his words.
I lifted onto my toes and brushed my mouth against his. “You already have.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, but the sound of his phone vibrating on the counter broke the moment.
He groaned, pulling away and glancing at it. Blake’s name flashed on the screen.
“Do you need to get that?” I asked, extracting myself from his embrace.
He looked torn. “I probably should.”
“Talk to him. I need a shower anyway.”
“I’ll make it quick so I can join you.” His mouth curved into a hungry smile. “Then maybe we try breakfast again.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I headed upstairs, warmth spreading through me at the weight of his eyes on me as I disappeared down the hallway and into his room.
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up before stepping under the stream. I released a long sigh, the water soothing the muscles Henry had worked so thoroughly. But it was a good ache.
A reminder of what I’d taken back.
I’d barely gotten my hair wet when the shower door opened and Henry slipped inside.
“That was quick,” I remarked.
“Yeah.”
Something in his voice made my stomach tighten. “What is it? Did something happen?”
He hesitated. “Blake found Schaffer’s files. The sterilizations. He wouldn’t tell me much over the phone. Said I needed to see it for myself.”
Ice slid through my veins. “Do you think he found something on Sarah?”
Henry pushed out a breath that sounded like defeat and dread tangled together. “I don’t know.”
“Then we need to get back,” I said.
His shoulders dropped further. “I know how much you needed this. Getting away. Having space. Not being trapped in that so-called ‘prison’ anymore.”
I stepped toward him, looping my arms around his neck. “It’s hard to consider it a prison when the warden makes me come so hard I see stars.”
He studied me for a beat. Then he laughed. A real, unrestrained one that vibrated through me.
When he looked at me again, something warm flickered in his eyes. “Think you’d mind the warden sneaking into your cell tonight?”
“I do have a cellmate,” I teased. “Maybe I should sneak into the warden’s room instead. Or…” I paused, searching his face. “Maybe the warden wants me to move into his place?”
His expression softened. “Only if it’s what you want. If it’s what you choose.”
“It is,” I whispered against his mouth. “I choose you, Henry.”