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“Yes, you can.” His words are pure command now. “You can take one more for me. And you will.”
He drives the vibrator deeper, tongue back on my clit, fast and ruthless—and my entire body explodes. A final, brutal orgasm tears through me, my cries ragged, limbs twitching in the restraints.
“Good fucking girl.You’re so perfect.”
After another gentle lick, Henson climbs onto the bed and gently unties my ankles, then my arms. As soon as he loosens the scarf and gathers me in his arms, I collapse into him.
“Got you, baby.” Henson kisses the crown of my head. “You okay?”
I nod weakly as he takes my mask off slowly. My eyes are swollen and full of tears.
Henson brings one hand to my face and strokes his thumb along my cheek, catching a drop before it falls.
“You did so good for me, baby. I’ll only ever make you cry like this,” he whispers, voice tight with promise. “Tears of pleasure. From being taken care of. That’s all you get with me. You hear me?”
My lips tremble and another tear slips free.
I should be scared of how easy it is to trust him, to fall into him like this. But I’m not, when he’s the only anchor I want.
Henson leans down and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Give me a chance. Say yes to me, Amira.”
For the first time in a long time, I feel wanted—withoutconditions. Safe without having toearnit. Henson has managed to ruin every one of my defenses.
My lips part. “Yes. Okay.”
19
CAFFEINATED ELVES
AMIRA
NEW YEAR’S EVE
I’m up before the sun.
It’s 6:02 a.m. and butterflies are wreaking havoc in my stomach.
Today is the Miller family New Year’s Eve party.
The culmination of weeks of planning, five days of meticulous execution, and a lifetime’s worth of pressure—not because I need to impress anyone, but I still want this to be perfect for Nadine, the guests, and, whether I admit it aloud or not, for Henson.
I stretch and sit up slowly, already running through my mental to-do list before my feet even hit the floor.
Florals. Lighting check. Catering schedule. Final guest count. AV setup. Fireworks confirmation.
After a quick shower and a strong cup of coffee, I slide into my comfiest black trousers, a tucked-in knit top, and my wool coat. Then I gather my clipboard, charger, backup batteries, and the tiny emergency kit I always carry—safety pins, lint roller,Band-Aids, mini sewing kit, stain remover pen. I don’t go anywhere without it.
My phone buzzes just as I’m lacing up my boots.
Mom: Happy New Year’s Eve, habibti. Good luck today. Kiss in the new year with grace, but also make sure the food is hot. People always remember the food.
My chest blooms with affection.
Me: Promise the food will be hot. Love you. Kiss Baba for me.
With that, I head out the door.
The rest of the day is a whirlwind of motion.
