63. Sage
Sage
Iwoke up to the comforting feeling of Julian’s heart beating against my back.
The living room was dark now, save for the pale moonlight filtering in through the massive glass windows. We were still tangled together on the oversized lounge, exposed and bare beneath a throw blanket he must have pulled over us before he fell asleep.
One of his arms was thrown securely across my waist, pinning me flush against the solid, scarred wall of his chest. He was dead to the world, his breathing deep and even in the quiet of the estate.
I wanted nothing more than to just lie there and soak in the unimaginable safety of his embrace, but my body had other, far more urgent plans.
My bladder was painfully screaming at me.
I carefully began the process of extracting myself from his grip.
I held my breath, sliding my arm out from under his heavy torso and gently lifting his thick forearm off my waist. He let out a low, gravelly grumble in his sleep, his brow furrowing slightly, but his grip loosened just enough for me to slip away.
I left the warmth of the blanket, shivering slightly as the cool mountain air kissed my bare skin. I grabbed his discarded black t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head and sprinted down the dark hallway in search of the bathroom.
I found one a few doors down—a sleek, sprawling expanse of dark slate and glass.
I flicked the dim vanity light on, practically collapsing onto the toilet with a deep, dramatic sigh of relief.
As I sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, staring at the dark tile floor, a wide smile spread across my face. My heart did a tiny, frantic flutter against my ribs.
Julian.
I brought my hands up to my face, letting out a soft, breathy laugh into my palms. My mind was reeling from the earth-shattering intensity of what had just happened between us.
We had spent months talking through a screen and ink on paper, but If I actually added up the hours we had spent in the same room, it was less than a few days.
By all normal logic, this was moving way too fast. I should have felt hesitant. But the second his mouth had touched mine, all logic had evaporated. The connection between us didn’t feel new, it felt deeply tethered. It felt like two severed wires finally sparking back together.
Flushing the toilet and moving over to the marble sink, I turned the warm water on, pumping some expensive smelling soap into my hands, and that was when the physical aftermath of the night really hit me.
As I shifted my weight, a deep, heavy ache pulled tight across my lower stomach and between my thighs.
I winced slightly, but my smile only widened into something wicked and flushed.
It had been a very long time since I had been intimate with anyone, let alone a man built like Julian he was… well, he was a giant—Everywhere.
He was significantly bigger than anyone I had ever been with before.
I certainly wasn’t complaining.
Rinsing the suds from my hands, staring at my flushed face in the mirror, I noticed my lips were visibly swollen and bruised red from his kisses, and that my hair was a wild, tangled mess.
Just the thought of his hands gripping my hips and his lust filled eyes staring into my soul as he drove inside me, sent a fresh rush of need through me. The lingering sensation of his thickness stretching me out was so vivid, so clear, that a soft gasp escaped my lips.
I squeezed my thighs tightly together, my knees trembling under the sudden weight of the memory.
I grabbed a towel and dried off my hands, my pulse suddenly racing at my spiralling thoughts. I wanted to get back to the living room, crawl right back under that blanket and wake him up with my mouth.
I rubbed the lingering sleep from my eyes, letting out a tired sigh as I walked back down the dark hallway.
As I rounded the corner into the open-concept kitchen, I stopped, my breath catching in my throat.
A massive silhouette was standing in the shadows right next to the marble island counter.
“Julian,” I breathed, pressing a hand to my chest as my racing heart gave a sudden, startled leap. “God, you scared me.”
He was just standing there in the dark, his broad shoulders blocking out the ambient moonlight, radiating a heavy, suffocating energy that felt completely different from the warm, protective heat of the man I had left on the lounge.
The silence between us was heavy.
Slowly, he lifted his hand. In the gloom, I watched the pale silhouette of a single finger curl towards me in a slow beckon.
My heart hammered, a warning flare of "run" lighting up my brain, yet my feet moved forward.
One step. Then another. I was being pulled into his orbit by a gravity I didn't understand, walking straight into a shadow that felt like it was waiting to swallow me whole.
But my mind, still flushed and intoxicated by our first time together, didn’t register the warning signs. I just assumed the cold mountain air had woken him up, too.
A playful smile touched my lips as I walked across the dark kitchen, the cool floor smooth beneath my feet. As I reached him, I stepped directly into his space, rising up on my tiptoes, raising my hands to wrap them around his neck and pull his mouth down to mine.
With an aggressive speed, his hands shot out in the dark and intercepted me, his cold fingers clamping down around both of my wrists like steel traps.
Before I could even gasp, he spun me around. The edge of the marble island bit into my stomach as he bent me forcefully over the counter, pinning my torso flat against the cold surface.
I barely had time to brace myself before he hauled my arms up behind my back.
The sharp, mechanical clink of metal echoed in the quiet room as he yanked his heavy leather belt free from his pants with a single, brutal snap.
He wrapped the thick leather tight around my wrists, binding them together behind my spine until the constraints bit into my skin, locking me completely at his mercy before he even touched me.
I leaned my weight into the island, expecting the familiar, heavy warmth of the man who promised to protect me. My head lolled to the side and tried to catch my breath as I caught sight of the groceries we’d just set down earlier—the mundane remains of our escape still scattered across the counter.
His hand came up, palm flat and heavy over my mouth, stifling the soft sound of his name I’d been about to whisper. I tried to speak into his palm, but the words were muffled, lost against the force of his grip. I frowned, confused by the sudden silence, until I watched his other hand reach out.
He grabbed a cucumber from the groceries—green, thick, and fucking terrifying. My eyes widened in the dim light of the kitchen. I heard the faint, slick sound of him spitting on it, a noise so nefarious it made a shiver of unease race down my spine.
Before I could process his actions, he bunched the fabric of my shirt up to my shoulder blades, exposing my bare skin to the freezing draft.
He hooked his fingers into the lace, tearing my panties down to my ankles.
His heavy knees forcing my thighs apart, a dense wedge of bone and muscle anchoring me to the counter, rendering me helpless.
The air left my lungs in a panic. The entire room went dead silent as I waited with anticipation for his next move.
Something freezing, solid, and completely alien pressed against my opening.
My nervous system short-circuited at the sensation.
I froze, my entire body locking at the shock of the proposition, my brain refusing to comprehend the reality of what he was trying to do to me—he was going to do it.
He was going to fuck me with a cucumber.
My lunch for tomorrow, to be exact. No turkey sandwiches for me, I guess.
It was wider than Julian, a dense, unyielding girth that stretched my already tender flesh to its absolute limit.
A hot flare of pain scorched through me for a single heartbeat, but as it settled, it mutated into something intoxicatingly depraved—a sensation completely detached from anything I had ever experienced.
He began to work the length into me. The silence of the kitchen was disturbed by the sounds of my own undoing.
Every time he drove it inside me and dragged it back to the brink, my eyes all but rolled into the back of my head.
I was a casualty of my own anatomy—drowning in a cocktail of profound psychological confusion and a shameful, raging arousal that I couldn't contain or control.
It was humiliating, yet beneath the uncomfortableness of the unknown, my resistance began to dissolve.
My hips instinctively started to tilt back to meet the hard, heavy thrusts of the intrusion. I gave up, letting him hollow me out while the evidence of my surrender puddled on the floor beneath my trembling feet.
Oh my god. My thoughts shattered, completely corrupted.
I could feel his undeniably rock-hard cock stabbing into my back, jerking in reaction to my movements.
I tried to arch away, but his chest came down like a vice, pinning me helplessly against the slab. He rammed it into me over and over, the pressure merciless and unyielding.
A wave of shame flooded my chest at how eagerly my flesh welcomed the midnight ambush. I was practically screaming into his palm, my pelvis blindly seeking the next brutal impact as his hand remained locked over my face, trapping my desperate, ragged moans against my own teeth.
He was subduing me, taking what he wanted without a word, drowning me in a perverted submission.
My climax built with a vicious intensity.
I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation, tears of overwhelming gratification leaking into his palm as I finally let myself go.
My muscles spasmed uncontrollably around the thick intrusion as I fell forwards, dissolving against the countertop, trying to process what he was putting me through—unsure if I wanted to kiss or punch him for it.
He didn't stop right away. Even as it became too much, he held me captive through every single second of the euphoria, driving into the pulsing aftermath of my orgasm, dragging it out as long as possible before he abruptly ripped it out of me.
The instant it left my body, the heavy leather around my wrists loosened as he uncoiled his belt and ripped it away. The palm covering my mouth vanished, and the grip on my arms finally released.
The sudden absence was an immediate shock.
I tried to get up but slumped against the stone, my thighs shaking so much they could no longer support my own weight.
I rested my cheek against the smooth surface, my chest heaving as I dragged in frantic gasps of oxygen trying to gain back control of my body.
My mind was a mess and my skin still humming with the aftershocks of the most confusing release of my life.
I’ve never been used in such a way before, It took me a full minute to remember how to breathe, let alone find my voice to speak.
“Looks like…” I rasped, my throat dry, a breathless, exhausted laugh bubbling past my lips as I slowly pushed myself up. “Looks like we both woke up with the same idea.”
There was no reply.
I frowned, pulling the t-shirt back down my thighs as I slowly turned around.
“Julian?” I whispered into the dark.
The kitchen was empty.
A strange, cold shiver unrelated to the mountain air skittered down my spine. I stood alone in the moonlight, staring at the empty space where he had just been standing. The sudden silence of the room felt heavy, almost suffocating—almost alarming.
I wrapped my arms around myself and quietly tiptoed out of the kitchen.
As I descended the short set of stairs, I froze.
Coming back into focus was Julian lying on the lounge, exactly where I had left him under the covers.
He was tangled in the thick throw blanket, one massive arm slung over his eyes to block out the moonlight, his chest rising and falling in the deep, undisturbed rhythm of someone who had been fast asleep for hours.
I stood at the edge of the lounge, my heart giving a strange, uncomfortable stutter.
That was quick, I thought, my brow furrowing in deep confusion. How did he even get back to sleep so fast?
My brain exhausted and still hazy with the heavy, lingering fog of sleep and orgasmic bliss.
I let out a soft, shaky breath, lifting the edge of the blanket and carefully crawling back under.
The second my cold skin made contact with his side, Julian shifted in his sleep. Without opening his eyes, his arm dropped from his face, instinctively wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against the comforting, furnace like heat of his chest.
He buried his face in my hair, letting out a low rumble as he settled back into his deep sleep and I soon followed.