Chapter 59
Chapter fifty-nine
Sage
He’s barely touched me, moving so damn slow.
His fingers clench and then draw small circles, making my skin tingle.
The kiss is lasting forever, but I never want it to end.
After breaking through the buried events, I’m raw.
While the kiss might be gentle and coaxing, it’s intense.
I’m feeling too much now. I’ve gone from one extreme to the other.
I pull away from the kiss so I can look up at Barrett. The same raw emotions are mirrored back at me through his eyes. Maybe this slow kiss is as much for him as it is for me. But the longer it goes on, the more heated my body feels, burning away everything negative we just discussed.
He claims my lips again, finally swiping his tongue inside and pulling my body hard against his. But that’s where he stays.
Pushing against his chest, I whimper. “Barrett, please.”
His eyes darken and he grips my chin. “Say that again.” He isn’t asking for a repetition. I said the wrong name and I did it on purpose.
“Barrett, please.”
His hand lifts from my back and lands with a sting against my ass.
I sigh and lean against him.
“If you’re going to beg, do it properly.” We’ve finally fallen into the right headspace and I’ll happily let everything drift away. Spilling our thoughts to each other once isn’t enough to heal, but it has given us freedom to be ourselves with each other again.
I back up to the bed and get on my knees on the edge, running my hand down his chest. “Please, Daddy. Don’t drag this out.”
“That’s better, pet. But I am going to draw this out. I have too much I want to do to you and I love it when you beg.” His smirk is deadly, making my belly flutter with anticipation. “Spread your knees.”
I inch them apart on the bed. Barrett takes over, kissing me before moving his lips over my jaw and neck.
His hands sear my body as he cups my breasts, traces my curves, and ends at my core.
His lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers spike my pleasure until I come while gripping his shoulders. I never saw it coming.
“Daddy’s needy little pet. That was fast. I wonder how many more I can draw from you.” He sets me back so I’m sitting on my heels, then moves to the end of the bed and opens the stockade. He waits, as if giving me time to make a decision.
But there’s only one. I trust him. And I love him.
I crawl across the bed on shaky limbs and place my head and wrists in the holes.
Before putting the top down, Barrett grabs a thin blanket from the settee and wraps it around my still-injured arm.
While a lot of the swelling has gone down, it’s still tender.
When he lowers the top, I realize I can’t wiggle that arm at all and it’s well cushioned.
While still standing in front of me, Barrett slides his belt free and folds it in half. He lifts my chin so I can see the darkness in his gaze.
“Don’t ever sacrifice yourself again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He disappears where I can’t see him, but I feel him. His hand smooths over my ass before the leather strikes.
The pain increases until it reaches a plateau where only a throbbing hum remains. I need release.
His belt hits the floor and I whimper.
“Something you want to say, pet?”
“I need to come, Daddy. Please, make me come.”
“Such pretty begging.” Buzzing fills the air and I clench before the vibrator touches my clit.
I’ve lost track of time as he forces me to come over and over, thrusting a single finger inside me after the first and adding another with each subsequent orgasm. I’m an utter mess.
The top of the stockade vanishes, but I can’t move. Solid arms wrap around me, lifting me free. Barrett’s calloused hand cups my face. His jaw clenches before he presses his forehead to mine.
“You are the most precious thing to me, Sage. You’re stunning when you come. I didn’t want to stop.”
Raising my arms, I wrap them around his neck. “I love you. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to prove it to you. It scares me to depend on someone, but there’s nothing I can do because of how much I want you. I love you with everything that is in me. You’ve set me free.”
“You don’t have to prove it, pet. I see it. I feel it. I love you, too.” Barrett lays me out on the bed and follows me down. He must have rid himself of his jeans while I was still in a fuzzy stupor.
Hooking his hand behind my knee, he opens me up for a single thrust that fills me. I throw my head back, feeling whole.
He grips my chin and pulls me back. “Don’t you dare look away.”
Barrett pounds into me, every harsh thrust filling me more than I imagined possible while never letting go of my chin.
I’ve accepted that I belong to him, not only physically.
And allowing myself to acknowledge that fills me in every way I didn’t know I needed.
I can rely on him. I can trust him. And I can’t live without him.
The longer we stare at each, the more intense it feels. We’re panting, heaving, and every part of our bodies tense.
“Mine. You’re being such a good girl. Taking all of me. You’re going to marry me.”
Hell of a proposal, but after everything that has happened, I don’t want a proposal or even a wedding. But I won’t deny marrying him.
“Daddy,” I whisper and he puts more effort into bringing us to release.
We break at the same time. I cry out and he growls, dropping his face into my neck and holding himself still while he spills deep inside me.
I’m certain I fell asleep, but I come to when Barrett lifts off me, pulling himself free. Sliding an arm around my shoulders, he curls his body around me.
“No more coddling, pet. You belong to Daddy.”
Sighing, I place a kiss against his chest, letting the dark hairs tickle my nose. “I belong to you.”