Lauren Landish

“It’s alright, treasure,” I whisper softly, cupping her face in my hand and kissing her tears away as I release the cuff from around her wrist. “It took a lot for you to tell me; I’m proud of you.”

My voice is soft and comforting as I massage her arm and then release the other wrist. Her eyes are glassed over with tears and shining with insecurity.

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracks as she wipes under her eyes

“You’ve only cum for me when I was harsh with you?” She tenses under my embrace, but I continue to hold her.

“Yes,” she softly whispers.

I feel sick knowing, hearing her confession. I took pleasure and failed her as a Dom.

“I’m sorry, treasure, I didn’t know.”

I fell asleep holding her, after causing that. Leaving her unsatisfied, but even worse, with a trigger of what happened to her. Completely unaware. I know I’m a selfish man, but I’ve never felt it quite like I do in this moment.

“It’s fine,” she says, once again refuting the truth.

“It’s not fine,” I whisper, shaking my head gently. She doesn’t hold my gaze, and her shoulders hunch forward. That never should have happened.

I consider my next words carefully. “Are you happy with not being able to find your release any other way?” I ask her. However she chooses to cope is just that, her choice. But this wouldn’t be upsetting her so much if she was happy. I just need to hear her say it.

“I’m going to show you how deserving you are.” Her sad expression stares back at me, she’s exhausted and emotional.

And I’m sure she’s hungry. One need at a time. I’ll take care of her.

“Come, treasure. I need you to clean yourself up for dinner.” She sniffles and nods her head, but before she can move off the bed, I wrap my arm around her waist and bring her closer to me

I can’t. I can’t get off on this.

I pull away from her, still hard and slipping out, letting her fall limp and sated on the couch, her orgasm still running through her body and making her thighs tremble. She pulls her knees into her chest and tries to calm her breathing as I walk away.

I breathe in deep, running my hand over my face and trying to think. My head is fucked up, and I feel lost. I question taking her like that.

I pace the floor, not knowing how to handle what I’ve just done. I don’t know what’s best for her.

The moment she realizes I’m still hard and that I’m not able to cum this way, not knowing why she needs this, her face crumples and she covers her mouth as she’s wracked with sobs.

“Treasure,” I whisper her name, my heart sinking into my hollow chest. She shakes her head and tries to push me away.

“You don’t want me,” she says.

I grip her chin firmly and wait for her to look me in the eyes. “I want you. Don’t you ever think or say anything differently.”

She swallows the lump in her throat. “You couldn’t cum,” she says just above a murmur.

I don’t know how to answer her. “You don’t want me like that anymore.”

“I fucking love you like that. I love fucking you raw and hard and forcing your pleasure.” Her bright eyes finally meet mine again. “Don’t think that I don’t. I want you every way I can have you. I just… couldn’t, knowing.”

Her eyes fall, and I hate that I did this to her. I wish I was a stronger man. I wish I had all the answers.

“I’m struggling, Lucian.” She turns to face me, still tightly gripping the strap.

I know she is, but everything is going to be alright. “Talk to me, treasure; I want to help you.”

She takes in a shaky breath, finally putting her purse down on the table and walking toward me. I open my arms and she walks into my embrace freely. I breathe easy, feeling her pressed against me. Knowing she wants to be held by me. I kiss her hair as she nuzzles her cheek against my chest.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to leave,” I apologize. “What I did was something that needed to be done. It wasn’t meant to hurt you or to make you afraid of me.”

I’m ready to feel that tight pussy milking my cock. I couldn’t even sleep last night I was so fucking hard for her. The last hours of work nearly killed me. I sigh heavily and toss my tie onto the large circular table in the front hall. Now that I’m home, she’ll be able to relieve my stress.

Just knowing that simple fact makes every muscle in my body relax. As if on cue, I hear

The bed creaks again and then everything goes still. Silence. I strain my ears, listening for Lucian’s breathing, but all I can make out is my heart pounding between my ears.

Smack!

I buck forward as pain stings my right ass cheek and a soft cry escapes my lips. Immediately, I feel Lucian probing my pussy, his finger lathered with a cooling gel. My eyes close from the soothing relief. But it’s temporary.

Smack! Smack! Smack

“I like lemon flavored Italian water ice the best.”

A small laugh leaves my lips in a huff. “Lemon?” I say with a smile.

She looks up at me, expectantly. It takes me a moment to realize what she’s waiting for. “Cherry. I think I prefer cherry.”

“Luna, thank you for sharing your days with me, and your nights. I hope to share a lifetime of them together with you as my wife. Will you marry me?”

“What?”

Carter. Freaking. Harrington. Kisses me. Right on the lips, like he has any right to.