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Well, ‘tamed’ might not have been so accurate.

To punctuate that, Luke growled:

“I’m not good.”

There was a slight tremor in his arms as he wrapped them around my waist. I could only imagine how much effort and pain he was feeling, having broken my last command. But that was the best part of all this: as Switches, we could enjoy the pain and the pleasure.

Pressing my lips to his, I breathed:

“Good.”

With a single thrust of his hips, I could feel his cock finally slide home inside of me.

My legs reacted immediately, as if they weren’t my own, flying out on either side of him and shaking. It took great effort to wrap my legs back around him, but once they were, they squeezed to keep him sheathed within me. Luke’s heat was radiating from inside me, pulsing and throbbing as my insides naturally embraced him.

Luke reacted similarly, his eyes fluttering shut.

With a groan, he whimpered out:

“God. I was so scared I wouldn’t get to be with you like this again…”

My heart lurched.

With shaking hands, I held his face between my hands. Immediately, his eyes opened again, pooled with tears. With my thumbs, I carefully wiped them away before leaning in and leaving gentle kisses where they had been. Then, I pressed my forehead to his.

Quietly, I whispered:

“You’re all mine now, Luke. I’m not going anywhere.”

He chuckled quietly, then responded.

“Good. You don’t have a chance to now.”

And from there, everything fell away. He thrust into me, pressing me against the door as he did so. We devolved into a mass of animalistic grunts and cries, two monsters melding into one. He was mine, and I was his.

Forever.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

SOMEHOW, WE HAD made it to bed, but along the way we had continued our sexual escapades in the kitchenette, in the bathroom, on my desk, and then finally in the bed. The evidence of our play was all over the place, with puddles of various bodily fluids, toys we had used, and stuff that had once been stored in its rightful place scattered across the floor to join Luke’s returned items. My life was a mess, and the man dozing next to me was partially to blame.

His eyes were shut, eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks.

This ‘monster’ looked far too angelic to me.

I leaned over, placing the softest of kisses on the tip of his nose so as not to wake him, though his face did scrunch up in response. I particularly enjoyed the way his lips curled down into a comically annoyed frown, a face he had never made in his waking moments. I imprinted this in my memory, then sat up.

My lower back cried out in response, and I had to tamp down my groans.

Looking around the room, I was trying to formulate a game plan to clean all of this up and find a place to store all of Luke’s stuff permanently, but then I heard something vibrating.

I ambled out of bed, my joints creaking and cracking as I went, until I could shuffle around the room.

I turned over papers and various articles of clothing until I found my phone, vibrating with a call from none other than Noah.

I glanced back to the bed where I had left Luke. He appeared to still be asleep, though he had turned over at some point. I waited and watched, silent, to see if he would stir, but he didn’t. Confident he was asleep and would stay that way, I accepted the call and held the phone to my ear.

Quietly, I whispered: