Page 74 of Gideon
The sight of her took my breath away. Her core trembled around me, tightening further as orgasm teetered on the brink for us both.
I pulled her up, using my strength until she was nearly upright before me. Her eyes blinked open slowly, settling on my own gaze.
“Fall for me, love. Fall and cum for me,” I purred. She nodded slowly as her eyes rolled back into her head, her body trembling and arching as she came around me. My beautiful flame flew for me, breaking into a million pieces around my cock and pulling my own orgasm from my body. My cock throbbed, spurting jet after jet of hot cum into her tightness. Our bodies pressed together at our hips, grinding against one another as we both came violently.
My arms ached as I held her weight, letting her fly, hovering in that stratosphere of bliss for as long as possible. The burn in my muscles intensified, and I slowly lowered her back down to the bed as gently as possible.
My own breathing matched hers, panting as our hearts thundered. I rested her down on the soft blankets, hovering over her as I caught my breath. My lips found hers, kissing her gently as she trembled beneath me. My kisses trailed down her body, kissing over her rope covered chest, my tongue flicking lightly over her pebbled nipples.
A soft smile played at her lips as she floated in subspace for the first time. She had done it. Fucking sky daddy above, I was beyond proud of her. My lips trailed over her stomach, kissing along the beautiful lines of her body as I kept her floating there in beautiful bliss.
My cock slipped from her warmth as I moved down her body, our combined juices spilling out onto the bed, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I kissed down her abdomen to her swollen mound, pressing a kiss just above her clit as she gasped and her body tensed.
“Can you sit up for me, love?” I asked her gently. She nodded her head slowly. I helped her to sit on the edge of the bed. Carefully, I began unwinding the rope, untying every knot as I went. I knew what I was doing, making it slow and sensual as I let the nylon slowly run against her skin as I pulled and tugged her free from the bindings.
She swayed, relaxed and almost limp, as I removed the rope from her body. My fingers trailed over the beautiful rope kisses that adorned her peachy skin. The pattern clung to her skin like a lover’s mark and I couldn’t stop running my fingers over the texture. She shivered and sighed at each touch, fueling my passion for her once again.
“Come with me,” I spoke softly into the quiet of the room. I held my hands out to her as I stood. She smiled up at me, blinking slowly in her blissful subspace as I pulled her to her feet. She wobbled, her knees buckling, and I lifted her gently into my arms, carrying her down the hall and into the bathroom. I perched her on the edge of the bathroom counter, her back resting against the mirror as I turned the bathtub on as hot as the water would allow and let it fill. I didn’t have much in the way of bubble bath or bath salts. I made a mental note to stock up on some good quality stuff for the future, now that I knew a future existed.
I looked back at her, seeing her eyes closed as she relaxed, and smiled to myself. She was beautiful like this. Calm and easy, without any of the early worry or fear that she had carried in our last exchanges. There was trust now. And that was substantial.
I turned the water off, swirling my hand through the tub and feeling for temperature before I turned back for her.
“Look at these beautiful marks,” I praised her, running my thumb over the braided pattern set into the skin of her breasts. She looked up at me with wide, expressive eyes, questioning my words. She looked down at the marks, but I wanted to give her a better view.
I lifted her from the counter’s edge, turning her carefully, her feet still unsteady, until she was able to see herself in the mirror’s reflection. Her eyes opened wide, her jaw slack as she took in her own image. Her hands lightly ran over the rope kisses that marred her flawless form in awe.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I murmured against the shell of her ear. She nodded, a grin spreading across her gorgeous face. “The rope kisses are pretty nice, too,” I teased with a grin of my own. I turned her again, helping her across the bathroom and into the tub slowly. Her knees were as wobbly as a newborn colt as she stepped into the steaming water. She gasped as I helped her to sit, the water rising as she sunk down.
I took a rag from the cabinet and began to slowly run it over her skin. There was no soap, but this wasn’t about cleaning her body, it was about care. With no words spoken between us, I moved over her body in long, languid strokes. Her head leaned back against the tub’s rim, her eyes closing as she sighed happily. Her body relaxed even further as she floated there in her moment. I wanted to keep her hovering in that headspace for as long as possible, slow to bring her back to reality.
She tilted her head back at my guidance, wetting her hair. I cupped my hand full of water, letting it run over her hair over and over as she sighed with contentment.
“Sir?” she whispered softly.
“Yes, vixen?” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice choked up with emotion.
“It was my pleasure.Youare my pleasure,” I praised her with all the sincerity I possessed. Her shoulders shook as she softly cried, releasing emotions that she had likely held onto for years. My heart broke for her, yet simultaneously soared at this incredible progress she was making. She was brand spanking new to submission, and this feat was not easily achievable, even with more experienced subs. Yet, here she was, trusting and letting go with such freedom and courage. It made my chest swell with pride. To be honest, I was feeling far more than just pride for this incredible woman before me.
This was the start of something unexpected, something I had never imagined, yet alone hoped for. For all the shit that was staring us in the face, this moment was pure perfection.
She was pure perfection.
“Gideon, so glad you could join us!” Reverend Jacob greeted me as I walked through the front doors of the church. The honeymoon was officially over, much to my chagrin and disappointment. Naomi and I were finally getting somewhere andpoof, it was over. I steeled myself for the millionth time this morning. It was time to face the wolves head on. Mask in place, I returned his smile.
“Good morning, Reverend,” I greeted with a smile that I prayed masked my authentic emotions.
“We are all gathered upstairs in the meeting room. Let me show you the way,” he suggested, leading me up the stairs. Like I didn’t fucking know where it was. As we entered the room, the weight of what I was doing hit me like a ton of bricks. The room was filled with the Elders of the church. The men who had kidnapped who knew how many girls. Who had kidnapped my fucking wife?
Rage filled my entire being, and I struggled to hide my emotions. Luckily, my brothers sat together at one end of the table. Their mere presence made me feel less alone and helped me stifle the rage inside me.
“Elders of Zion, let us welcome our newest member, Gideon Temple, to the fray,” Reverend Jacob announced. Cheers rang from around the table, my brothers included. My father’s face beamed with pride. Of course it fucking did. Four of his five sons sat at the table. A damned dream come true for him, I was certain.
“Let us begin the meeting. It will be a short one, as we all have much work to do. So let us get right down to it. Gideon, you are being welcomed into an honored and privileged group of men. It is our duty to uphold the truths and code of the Followers of Zion. As such, it is important that you follow the ways of our Lord, Jesus Christ.” Jesus Christ fucking kill me now.
“It is your duty to make sure that your life honors the tenants set forth by our Lord. It is important that your marriage upholds the teachings we hold dear. As such, please enlighten us on how your marriage is faring thus far,” the Reverend bellowed into the room. Great. Just great.
