Page 78 of Regal Feather
“You’re the best fucking girl, did you know that?”
“Please. Fuck, please, please.” I didn’t know what he was begging for. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t, I need, please, keep…”
But I kept doing as he asked. Kept going until I noticed the clear liquid making a mess of his cage.
The cage that made coming almost impossible from everything he’d said and everything I’d read. The evidence was right there, though.
“Fuck.”
The sobs grew harder. I could see him trying to draw in some air, but I didn’t think it was quite working.
“How do you feel?” I was panting as I pushed the question out.
It was important. Almost as important as staying upright, and it was taking some serious effort to do that. My thighsquivered under me while I was still riding that burst of energy that had taken over.
“Hurts.” He whimpered and squirmed until I pulled out of him, and I had him curled on my lap. “Weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
I’d probably die if he said bad weird. If that energy wasn’t something I should’ve leaned on.
My gaze searched for Tony. He would’ve said something if he thought I was overdoing it, right? That was what Dungeon Masters were there for. To keep an eye on things and intervene before they got ugly.
He looked perfectly calm, though, studying us, but leaning against the arm of the couch without much of a care. He’d be more rattled if I’d fucked up, wouldn’t he?
“Want me to get you some water?” he asked.
Yeah, I could’ve been more subtle.
“Please.”
Ever didn’t move. He just kept breathing hard against my chest. A few shivers ran down his spine.
Time stilled as I tracked Tony’s footsteps around the villa. It was just me and Ever, and trying to warm him up while not being sure I could move.
“And for fuck’s sake, I know you’re younger than me, but this place is full of much more comfortable surfaces.”
The words were a jolt, one that had had me scrambling to stand up with Ever on my arms and amble toward the couch. Tony was right behind me. He had two glasses of water filled three-quarters full, unlike Ever, who filled them to the brim and complained when the liquid spilled. A blanket, too. I didn’t know where he’d gotten it from, but I grabbed it before I did the water. Ever needed warmth. It was an important part of aftercare. I knew that much.
Maybe I needed it, too, but Ever came first. It was easier to focus on what he needed, anyway. Easier to focus on his throat bobbing as he gulped down the water like he’d just spent a day in a desert.
Sure, I did the same with mine eventually, but that was in the background. Ever was the forefront. The way it was supposed to be.
“This would be about the time you check in with your sub.”
Shit!
I tensed up to hide how much his voice startled me. Tony was on the couch, but at a distance. I’d kind of forgotten that he was here again once I’d gotten the blanket and water from him.
“Huh?”
Ever cleared his throat before Tony could clarify. I watched as he attempted to glue himself to me. I should’ve actually lost my clothes instead of simply lowering my pants, but I liked to see the way he curled his fingers around the hem of my shirt, too. I liked the way the clothes smelled after, too, with a hint of his shampoo and the scent that was only his and had brought me out of many nightmares over the years.
“I’m good, Sir.” The words were aimed at Tony—the honorific made it obvious—but they still worked to warm me up. I had wrapped the blanket around the two of us for a reason. “Just crashing a bit.”
“Yeah?” I watched as Tony got himself more comfortable. Could he ooze that…coolness…when it was him who had just come his brains out inside his sub? Something told me the answer was yes; I just didn’t understand the logistics of it. “What about you, Santos?”
“Me?” Fuck. No, I knew. Everyone got aftercare, and it was important, and Tony had implied when we were texting that he wanted to check in that I was all right, too. “I’m good.”
