Page 55 of Beneath the Scars
I’m close. So fucking close to coming, but I can’t quite get there.
Michael seems to understand my silent plea. His lips press against mine in a kiss that transcends everyday passion. It’s all-consuming and fervent.
It’s exactly what I needed to send me soaring.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Take it all.”
Every tired muscle contracts as this final orgasm washes through me. I can distantly hear Michael groaning as he comes right behind me. It’s all muffled by the blissed-out bubble of subspace I’ve come to really enjoy.
Soft strokes against my skin tell me Michael is cleaning me up and helping me come back to down from the high. I love how he never rushes me through this part. He holds me close, telling me how amazing I am and that he’s proud of me. He always massages my back and arms, especially after I’ve been restrained, and with every loving touch, he encourages me to come back to him when I’m ready.
I finally blink my eyes open to find his loving gaze trained on me. While he might not be able to say those three words to me yet, I have no doubt he feels them.
My brain is still too cloudy to talk, so I just grin up at him.
He smirks at me before pressing a hard kiss to my forehead. “You okay?”
I nod my head and start wiggling my body to wake myself up. I guess that’s the downside to being at the club. I can’t just fall asleep.
“You were incredible, Adalaide.”
“So were you,” I mumble. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”
Michael runs his hand down my back and gently cups my ass. “I’ve got some cream I can put on for you. It’ll help with the bruises.”
“That would be good.”
“I didn’t push too far?”
“Not even close. Although I don’t think I’d enjoy being spanked with anything harder than your hand.”
“Got it. We can move the paddles and floggers to your hard limits then.”
“How are you? I was pretty out of my mind for a bit at the end. Did I mess up or touch you when I shouldn’t have?”
Michael smiles softly. “No, baby. You were perfect.”
I lift myself up to kiss him. He holds me to him with a hand in my hair, but instead of taking control of the kiss, he savors every press of our lips.
“I think this was a very successful first night at the club.” I grin down at him. “When can we come back?”
Chapter 30
Michael
“Michael?” Ginny calls out.
I turn toward my best friend as she paces across her living room toward me. Her blonde hair has been thrown into a messy bun, and a burp cloth is draped over her shoulder.
“I am so sorry to do this, but can you take her? I have to pee so bad.” She grimaces, her gaze apologetic. I don’t get a chance to respond before she’s pressing her three-month-old baby into my arms.
“I—” Freezing where I stand, my arms bracket little Nina in an awkward hold. I’ve never been so tense in my life. The baby looks up at me with the sweetest little expression, and something inside me melts. In all the time Carson and Ginny have been home, I haven’t held Nina. I’ve been terrified of how I’d feel holding an unpredictable human against my chest.
Nina’s wrapped up in a baby blanket burrito. I’d hate to have my body clamped down like that, but she seems happy as a clam.
She’s so tiny.
I hadn’t believed I could be capable of being gentle withsomething so small. It seems Ginny’s moment of need has forced me out of my comfort zone.
