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CHAPTER 10

Cory

I didn’t want to move from the bed. From the room. From Rapture, or from Reese for that matter. But time was a thief and I could feel the minutes I had with him winding down. After Reese checked on Jason and made sure he was okay to leave, he turned his attention back to me.

He’d been good at splitting his focus between me and Jason, but I would be a liar if I said that I didn’t enjoy being the center of attention.

Reese, still dressed, his cock tucked away and his pants hanging open, was so damned sexy. When he came close, I grabbed him by the front of the harness and reeled him in.

I tugged at him slowly, giving him the option to resist.

He didn’t.

Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I had to deal with often, and the flare of it during the scene had caught me a little off -guard, but I saw it for what it was. A desire for more. Reese had given me so much already, but still I was greedy for him. I wanted him on his knees for me, kneeling like Jason had for him.

Reese settled himself overtop of me, pinning me down.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” His tone was light, like he was joking around, but behind that thin veneer of humor, I saw the vulnerability there. The eagerness to please, to do things right, to make them good.

“You were magnificent. You did so well.” I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me. I arched up into him, until our lips were almost touching. He’d just fucked my brains out and my dick was making a valiant effort to rise again, but that’s not what I wanted right then.

It was becoming clear to me that sex was something I could get from Reese whenever I wanted. But parts of him were still buttoned down. Protected. And I wanted to work on some of those buttons. I wanted to pop some stitches and loosen him up until he let me in.

“Did you like what we did tonight?” I asked him.

Reese huffed out a quiet laugh and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I always like what we do.”

He tried to kiss me again and I dodged.

“That wasn’t the question. Did you like dominating someone in front of me? Did you like cucking him afterward? Were there parts you hated? Parts you want to do again?”

He went boneless and collapsed on me and then let out a dramatic sigh as he buried his face in the curve of my neck.

“And here I thought we could have a nice, quiet cuddle,” Reese complained without meaning it.

“We can talk and cuddle. We’re both excellent multi-taskers.” I carded my fingers through his hair and while I waited for him to answer, I talked. “I loved how you looked with that flogger in your hand.”

“I liked showing off for you.” Reese’s face was pressed into my neck and I could feel the words as he formed them. “I liked being in control.”

“Of course you did. And you were amazing.”

He sucked in a deep breath. “I liked pleasing you.”

“Reese, look at me.” I spoke softly, gently, but it was a command nonetheless. The first one I’d given all night and Reese was quick to obey.

When he looked at me, I couldn’t help but bring my hand up to his face and cup his cheek. I was so fucking soft for this man and his vulnerability. His confliction and his confidence that were sometimes at war with each other. “You always please me.”

Before he could argue with me, I brought his mouth down to mine and silenced any protest he might have had.

Kissing Reese was worth the flight across the country alone. When we weren’t together, I’d started to miss him like I was missing a limb. Our calls and texts had gotten more and more frequent as time went on. And the subject matter had expanded from mostly sex, to sex and the mundane. The everyday things that people shared.

He was the first person I thought of now when I wanted to share something. And I wanted to share everything with him.

“If I told you that I want you to kneel for me, would it scare you away?” I asked him, half terrified that he’d say yes. I swallowed my apprehension and forced myself to stay still when all I wanted to do was flip him over and ask him to promise me things I wasn’t sure he wanted me to ask of him.

“It wouldn’t.” Reese didn’t elaborate.

And that was fine. It was enough for now to know that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. “It might have a few months ago. But not now.”

Taking a breath to get my heart rate under control, I then asked, “And if I bought you a ticket, would you come see me in New York sometime?”

Reese looked at me and a furrow appeared in his brow and ice skittered in my veins at the thought of him saying no.

“Say yes,” I begged.

May is a lifetime away…Do you think Reese is on his way to New York yet?

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