Chapter 52 Reed
REED
I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms I’ve pulled out of Georgina tonight.
The number of times I’ve gleefully licked up the evidence of her complete and total surrender.
I’ve marked her tonight. Literally, with my teeth and cum.
Figuratively, with the tattoo I left on her deepest desires.
Maybe even her very soul. Property of Reed Rivers.
She’s mine now. Sex with anyone else will never measure up to what she’s found with me.
I’ve ruined her for anyone else. The same way I ruined Audrey.
And Isabel after her. And then Natasha and Corinne and Veronica, and anyone else who’s been fortunate enough—or, perhaps, unfortunate enough—to attract my undivided attention for any length of time.
The only difference with Georgina is that, for the first time, ever, I’m pretty sure I’ve been ruined, too.
It’s a thought that would terrify me, if I weren’t so exhausted.
If I weren’t so drunk on Georgina and the perfection we shared tonight.
As it is, though, in this moment, after this incredible night, in addition to exhausted, I’m feeling high.
The kind of high an explorer feels after discovering, and conquering, a new land.
I led Georgina to The Promised Land tonight, in a way she couldn’t have fathomed.
I showed her pure ecstasy, repeatedly, and watched with glee as her flames turned into a raging forest fire, and as that forest fire burned out of control.
I watched everything she previously thought about her sexuality, and deepest desires, turn to ash.
And, finally, I watched Georgina rise like a Phoenix from those ashes and unabashedly claim her new sexuality, without apology.
There’s no turning back now. Georgina Ricci will never be the same again. And, almost certainly, neither will I.
After one last, lingering kiss, I remove the soft cuffs from Georgina’s ankles and wrists. I sit on the edge of the bed, pull her slack body to mine, and cradle her. And she wraps her legs around me and melts into me.
Still holding her, I lean toward my nightstand and grab a water bottle for her, which she gulps down greedily when I give it to her.
I remove her ruby necklace with a soft kiss on her shoulder, and place it on my nightstand, next to her now-empty water bottle.
And finally, holding her tightly, I carry her into my bathroom, to the shower, and wash my little kitten in warm water from head to toe.
Our shower done, I dry her off, stopping occasionally to suck her nipples or kiss her belly or thighs, and then wrap her in a thick white towel and carry her back into my room.
I place Georgina in an armchair. Change my bedsheets.
Clean and put away my various cuffs and toys.
I send a quick text to Owen, telling him to cancel my morning meetings.
And then I bring the shades on my large windows down, turning my room into a dark cave.
I carry Georgina’s sleeping frame from the armchair to my bed, crawl next to her, pull her backside into me.
And, finally, I exhale from the depths of my soul.
Holy shit.
I’m sure I’ll start panicking tomorrow. Freaking out she’s going to start demanding things from me I can’t possibly give her.
But I can’t be bothered to feel any of the usual shit right now.
I’m too exhausted. Too relaxed. Too... happy.
And so, I simply clutch Georgina to me, just a little bit tighter, and revel in the overwhelming desire I’m feeling to protect, protect, protect what’s mine.
.. and, slowly, drift into the deepest sleep of my entire life.
A blood-curdling scream rips me out of a deep sleep, and my eyes fly open. In a heartbeat, my mind clicks into place. Georgina. She’s lying next to me in bed. She’s safe. Asleep. The scream came from her.
“No!” she shrieks. “No, no!”
I grasp her shoulder. “Georgie, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”
Her eyes fly open, and when she sees my concerned face staring back at her, and realizes whatever was terrorizing her is gone, she crumples into my bare chest.
“You’re safe,” I whisper, holding her tight. “You’re here in bed with me. Nothing can hurt you.”
She shakes in my arms and whimpers, and with each tortured sound that comes from her, my heart feels like it’s physically cracking.
“What was your nightmare about?” I ask.
“Mr. Gates,” she says. “Telling you about him... I think it made everything I’ve been stuffing down bubble up and come to the surface.” She pauses. “After he kissed me, he tried to do more, Reed. He tried to do a lot more, but I screamed and kicked him and ran away, as fast as I could.”
I’m so full of the carnal urge to kill, I can’t speak, so I lay my cheek against hers.
“I was terrified,” she squeaks out. “I ran and ran, and never looked back.”
I turn my head and kiss her cheek. “You’re safe now, baby. You’re safe, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ever again.”