Chapter 6
Dane
I lift my girl into my arms and gently carry her to the attached bathroom. She’s shaking, but I want to clean her up. I know she needs sleep, but she’ll be more comfortable if I at least wash her face and brush her teeth.
I lower her to sit on the toilet lid. “Are you steady, baby?”
She nods, even though she’s shivering.
I rush back into the room to grab a T-shirt and my phone. I shoot off a quick text to Easton and Drake, asking if one of them will grab her bag. I’m back, kneeling in front of her, in seconds. “Do you want to shower, Paige?”
She shakes her head.
I lift the T-shirt. “Arms up.”
She relaxes marginally when it settles over her.
I turn on the water and let it warm for a moment before wetting a washcloth and wiping the mascara and dried tears from her face.
She closes her eyes and lets me work. It takes several rinses to get most of it off. Then I pull a new toothbrush from the drawer, open it, squeeze a small amount of toothpaste on it, and run water over it.
I reach for her with my other hand. “Can you stand?”
She pulls up as though it’s a chore. She takes the toothbrush from me with shaking fingers and brushes her teeth.
When she’s done, I lift her chin. She’s dazed. Still in subspace a bit. “You need to pee, baby. I’ll step out.”
“’K.”
I don’t close the door all the way, but I do let her pee with some privacy. Good timing because there’s a knock at the door. I hurry over to open it.
Drake hands me Paige’s bag. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. We’re going to sleep here. We’ll both call in sick tomorrow and figure out what to do next.”
Drake nods. He gives me a wan smile and grips my shoulder. “I know you’re out of your mind right now, but for what it’s worth, we’re so fucking happy for you. No matter what happens after this.”
“Thank you.” I don’t bother telling him I already know what will happen. I’m never letting her out of my sight again.
“I know we have a strict policy about people staying over in these apartments night after night. That’s to prevent anyone from using them as a place to live or keeping a submissive in them indefinitely, but I hope you know this is a special case. You do whatever you need to here indefinitely.”
“Thank you.” I appreciate his words. I would expect nothing less from the owners of Edge, but it does give me peace of mind having him say it out loud.
We won’t be staying here any longer than necessary. As soon as I can make arrangements, Paige will move into my penthouse. But I’m not sure how long it will take to make that happen.
I shut the door and turn around just as she emerges from the bathroom. I hold out her bag. “Do you have any contact solution in here, baby?”
“Yes.”
I bring it to her. She heads back to the bathroom and sets it on the vanity before rummaging around to pull out a contact case and solution. I watch while she removes the blue contacts. I can’t wait to see her real eyes. It’s been eerie staring into those blue ones.
Finally, she tips her head back and smiles. “Better?”
I sigh. “Much.” I pull her into my arms and hold her close. “Scrunchy?” I know she always liked to sleep with her hair pulled on top of her head.
She gives me a bigger smile and holds my gaze, not moving. “You’re going to make me cry again.”
“All because I asked if you have a scrunchy?” I joke, grinning.
She nodes, wiping at tears. She turns away and digs around again before producing a scrunchy. “Too bad I didn’t bring clothes.”
“You came to the club wearing the corset and skirt?”
“Yeah. I took an Uber. It’s not like I was naked. People go to all kinds of clubs dressed that way. The outfit didn’t scream fetish wear.”
She’s right. And it doesn’t upset me that she has nothing to wear. I keep a few shirts here. I also have some shorts and sweatshirts. Nothing for a woman. Just a few things for nights when I’m too exhausted to go home.
I guide her to the bed and head for the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. After turning out the lights, I remove my pants and join her in only my boxer briefs. I immediately pull her into my arms, spooning her once again. We used to sleep like this after a scene. She didn’t usually like me to touch her overnight on regular nights, but when we went to the club and did a scene, she needed the aftercare spooning continued to provide.
Suddenly, I remember something important. “Happy birthday, baby.”
She sighs heavily. “The best one ever.”
I kiss her neck, lingering, wanting to kiss her lips, but holding back. If I put my mouth on hers, I will end up naked and inside her.
No part of me is tired. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep. My mind is racing. But I want Paige to sleep. “I’ve got you,” I repeat for the millionth time. I’ll say it ten times a day if it helps her feel safe.
She’s trembling, and her fingers slide up to my forearms and clutch onto me tightly. Her breathing doesn’t even out. She sounds like she’s running. And she doesn’t stop fidgeting. “Dane…”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.” I’m worried I can’t provide it, whatever it is. This is a tough situation. We’re in uncharted territory. Few humans have ever dealt with what we’re going through.
“I need to come, Dane.”
I shouldn’t be surprised. Duh . Of course she does. Fuck, so do I, but we’re not going there. I’ll take care of her, though, however she wants.
I loosen my grip around her chest and kiss her neck. “Do you want me to do it, baby? Or do you want me to let you?” I’ve never given her this kind of option before, but I don’t know what level of intimacy she’s capable of handling between us. She didn’t say she wanted me to eat her out. She said she needed to come.
“Touch me, please.”
Gladly .
I slide my hand down her torso and reach under the hem of her borrowed T-shirt. Her legs are pressed together, so it’s hard to get between them. I manage to touch her clit with my middle finger, but it’s not enough. I want more, and she’s going to need more.
I cup one of her breasts with my other hand and turn her slightly forward. Using my knee to press against her thigh, I push it toward her chest, opening her up, rolling her forward, flattening my chest against her back.
She moans before I’ve even touched her because this position gives her the sense of being restrained. She liked it three years ago, and she clearly still likes it now.
I bring my hand to her thigh and slide around it from behind, teasing across her tight rear hole before stroking through her folds.
Fuck, she’s soaked. She’s needed this for a while, probably since the time I switched from spanking to flogging her.
A low moan oozes out of her as she arches her chest into my palm.
I wish I’d pulled her shirt off first because I’d rather be stroking her bare breast, but this is almost as good, and I’m not about to stop. I drag her wetness over her clit and circle it.
“Please,” she begs. God, I love that sound coming from her.
I pinch her clit hard and fast and release it.
She whimpers, shuddering.
I know what she needs; I’ve never forgotten. But I know her release will be sweeter if I tease her first. So, I slide one finger into her pussy, reaching as deep as I can. Jesus, fuck, she’s tight.
“What’s been in here, baby,” I growl like a possessive caveman. I know what’s been inside my girl, but I want her to say it.
“Dane…”
“Tell me, Paige. What’s been inside this tight cunt?”
“My vibrator.” Her voice shakes. “Happy?”
“Very.” I am a caveman. I have no right to be. It should not please me that she hasn’t been with another man. I wouldn’t want my girl to suffer or deny herself, but I also recognize that it must have been very hard for her to get to know people and lie to them. It’s not in Paige’s nature. It would have been damn near impossible for her to date and share fake personal information, to take someone into her body when everything about her was false.
I add another finger, loving the way she rocks against my hand. I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. Fuck, she’s here. She’s under me. My fingers are inside her. How the fuck is this possible? Have I lost my head and I’m actually delusional? Or is my girl really here?
She writhes in my tight grip. “Dane…”
I finally remove my fingers and give her what she needs, direct contact with her clit. I rub it fast and hard in just the right way.
She stiffens three seconds before she nearly arches me off her, crying out her release.
I inhale her scent and continue stroking her, relishing in the feel of her pussy throbbing against my fingers. If I died right now, I would be far more at peace than two hours ago.