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I spend the entire night tossing and turning in Slater’s bed, unable to quiet my mind.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those photos—my ex bound and humiliated, finally getting what he deserved.

The relief is overwhelming, but so is the adrenaline.

My body doesn’t know how to process the fact that the nightmare is finally over.

I slide open the dresser drawer and find his impressive collection of toys. Vibrators of different sizes and shapes, all neatly organized like everything else in Slater’s life. I select a few that look interesting and take them to the bathroom, washing them thoroughly with soap and hot water.

Back in the bedroom, I set up my phone and start recording. The relief from today, combined with the knowledge that I’m finally safe, has left me feeling bold and reckless. I want to feel good. I want to celebrate. And I want Slater to know exactly what he’s missing while he’s away.

I take a ten-second clip and send it to him before I can second-guess myself.

My phone rings immediately.

“Put those things away,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.

“Why?” I moan, not stopping what I’m doing.

“Because only I can use them on you.”

Instead of stopping, I switch to FaceTime and angle the camera so he can see exactly what I’m doing to myself.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, and I can see him moving on the screen. “I wish I was home.”

He shows me his growing dick and starts to fuck his fist.

“Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here,” I whisper, watching his face as he watches me.

“Devour you.”

I orgasm immediately. This toy is strong as hell, and I’m convulsing.

“Shit,” Slater breathes. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I’m already coming.”

The next morning, I wake up refreshed and determined. With the threat of my ex finally gone, I can focus on building the life I want here. I spend the entire morning job searching, applying to positions, sending personalized emails to hiring managers, going above and beyond to stand out.

For the first time since I moved here, I feel hopeful about my future.

When I hear Slater’s key in the front door that evening, I’m curled up on the couch with my laptop. I glance over at him as he sets down his bags, and something warm and grateful blooms in my chest. He looks tired but satisfied.

I set my laptop aside and run over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Hey,” I say, pressing my lips to his.

“Hey, baby. Miss me?”

“So much,” I answer, taking his hand and leading him down the hall toward his bedroom. I’m going to show him exactly how much.

When we reach the bed, I turn to face him and pull off my shirt in one swift movement. I’m wearing the black lace lingerie set I bought specifically for this moment.

“What a treat,” he says, his eyes darkening as they roam over my body.

I shake my head, a mischievous smile playing at my lips. “Remember that first time… when I walked in on you when I forgot my PT things?”

He nods, his breathing already getting heavier.

“Now it’s your turn to watch.”

He steps towards me, but I shake my head. The power dynamic is intoxicating—him wanting to touch but having to wait, me in complete control of his pleasure.

“Sage,” he growls, his hands fisting at his side.

“No touching,” I warn playfully. “Just watching.”

I grab the toy and wave it in the air, teasing him.

“Baby,” he scolds, staring at me. “Remember what I told you? Only I can use that on you.”

He walks over to me, and I let it happen. He grabs the toy and puts it to my mouth. I open, letting it slide in.

“Good fucking girl,” he says, and then he glances at my body. “Are you sure you don’t want the real thing?”

“I will after you make me orgasm.”

He smirks, trailing the dildo down my body. Then he inserts it slowly, watching me pant at the pleasure.

“This isn’t as big as me.”

My back arches. “I know.”

He starts moving it faster, and I clutch the bed sheets. “ Please .”

He watches me. “Please what?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“I am, baby.”

I shake my head, forcing the dildo out. I force him to lay on his back, and I pull his shorts down. I start sucking him off, twirling my tongue, tasting the precum at his tip.

Then I sit on his dick, moaning as he enters me. I turn around for him, reverse cowgirl style and bounce my ass.

He grips me, watching. “Fuck yeah. This is so fucking hot, Sage. I wish you could see yourself.”

I continue until he’s gripping my ass tight on the verge of exploding.

He flips me onto my stomach and presses deeper into me. I moan loudly, and then he uses the vibrator on my clit.

A wild sensation rolls through my body as he turns up the speed while fucking me harder.

“Holy shit,” I squeal. “Oh my fucking god!”

“That’s right, baby. I love you so fucking much. Now come for me.”

He fucks me harder, pounding into me. The vibrator is on the perfect spot, causing my body to spasm.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grit through my teeth as pleasure pulls me deep into the abyss of it. My body is consumed, hot with an intense build that’s ready to combust. “Oh my fucking god, Slater. Oh my fucking god.” I’m crying through my teeth.

“I’m going to fill you up with my fucking come,” he grits through his teeth, and that undoes me.

My body releases, riding high on this pleasure. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. So much so that I feel wetness below.

“Fuck, baby, you can fucking squirt? Holy… Fuck…” he moans, pushing the vibrator harder against me, letting me relieve the biggest climax he’s ever made me climb.

My body is no longer mine. It’s being emptied out, and it feels so fucking freeing.

When the squirting stops, he pulls out. And as I sit up, the semen drops out of me.

“Slater?”

He’s right behind me, so I lean back onto him and kiss him.

I say, “I love you so god damn much.”

He kisses my lips softly, staring into my eyes. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do what?” I ask, dumbfoundedly.

“Squirt. I’m going to make sure you do that every time now.”

I like the sound of that.

Before we start cleaning up, I stay in his arms. My body entirely spent.

“How do you feel?” he whispers.

“Free,” I answer without hesitation.

I lift my head to look at him. “What you did... it was stupid… dangerous. You could have gotten in serious trouble.”

“Worth it,” he says simply.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I would do it again in a heartbeat.” His hand cups my face gently. “You’re my priority now, Sage. My everything. Everything else comes second.”

The weight of his words settles over me like a blanket. I’ve never been anyone’s priority before. Never had someone willing to risk everything for me.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you. More than fucking anything.”

We climb off the bed and yank off the sheets together. He gets one corner as I get the other. We smile at each other across the mattress. Lately, we’ve been so domestic together and it warms my heart. We step into the shower and relax under the hot stream.

As he washes his body, I can’t help but think about how fucking lucky I am to have a man like him.

So brooding.

So stubborn.

So hot.

So mine.