Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella (13 page)

He pulled out, and an icy chill tickled her belly. The desire to please him silenced her apprehension. She focused on his wants, and her promise to obey. With Trent making the decisions, all she had to do was relax and enjoy.

Lying on the bed beside her, he wiped the lube off his fingers and ripped open a condom. She trembled. He rolled onto his side and laid a hand at the small of her back. "We'll take this as slow as you need to, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to come harder than you ever have in your life." He gave her a little smile, and she smiled back.

With the condom rolled onto that hot, thick cock, he knelt behind her and rubbed against her entrance, teasing. To fight the instinctive fear, she filled her lungs and let the breath go, her muscles relaxing. The cap nudged inside. He drew back, then pushed forward again. She gasped, adjusting to the odd sensation. His playful strokes ground a hard edge onto her desire.

"Keep breathing, baby. If anything hurts, tell me."

Each time she exhaled, her body took more of him inside. He was as patient as he had promised. Instead of the pain she had expected, he was mastering her with the most delicious fullness.

Her apprehension gave way and her body opened. He slid inside. She cried out, and he stilled, letting her get used to the feeling. His hands massaged the sides of her hips and thighs. "You okay?"

"Yes…" The word rumbled low in her throat, barely more than a grunt as she fought to center herself. Her body adjusted to him, got used to the stretch.

He moved inside her, drawing back before slowly gliding deeper into the well-slicked passage. "You're doing great, babe."

The arousal in his voice flooded her with a strange rush of power. His thrusts bordered on too much, yet she ached with a feral desire to surrender her will entirely to his pleasure.

***

Trent wrapped his left arm around her waist and stroked her back with the other. He was close, so close, and it took all he had not to thrust hard into her and shoot his load. If he came now, if it ended before she had a chance to enjoy it, she would be nervous again the next time.

He gritted his teeth and forced his mind to go blank. The urge for orgasm passed. He refocused on Cyn, pushing in slowly and pulling out in long, gentle strokes. Her muscles loosened, and the tension in her body eased.

She was beautiful beneath him, narrow waist, flared hips, white skin flushed with arousal. The sight of his marks on her heightened his lust. She had held so still, accepted the whipping so meekly, he couldn't get the thought of it out of his mind. He rubbed the red stripes and scraped his fingernails across them.

She cried out, a surprised mewl that faded to a whimper.

"That pain is a reminder." He pulled out and thrust deep again. "You belong to me."

Those words intensified the writhing of her body. He slid his right hand between her thighs, finding the hard nub. He teased and pinched it, and her body shuddered. "Don't come yet," he warned. She moaned.

He pumped into her, seating himself in that tight ass up to his balls. He fingered her soft folds, gliding her honey over the clit. Every nerve ending in his body was on the verge of exploding. He slid the pads of two fingers over her labia while rubbing her sweet spot with his thumb. "Come for me, baby," he ordered, and she did, her body shuddering, her ass clamping down.

He went off like a Falcon 9 rocket, hot fluid shooting through him. He squeezed her cheeks. She gasped, and he leaned forward, his chest to her back. He kissed the nape of her neck. "So good, Cyn." Her body shuddered beneath him.

Once she stilled, he pulled out and tossed the condom into the trash. With a handful of tissues, he wiped the lube from her before washing his hands in the bathroom.

He lay beside her in bed and drew her close. He kissed her earlobe, and she accepted his caresses, but her body was lax. "You okay?"

"Mmm."

Icy fingers crushed him. "Did I hurt you?"

"It was intense, but…you didn't hurt me."

"The sex was okay?"

"Trent, it was incredible. Not that I want to do it every day, but for times you think I need it…" She grew silent.

He stroked her hair. "What's wrong?"

"It's weird, this desire to be dominated. To skate the line between pain and pleasure, and give someone else control over those powerful feelings. It still terrifies me, but I've never felt this free."

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "And the belt was okay?"

"I loved the belt. I would do whatever it takes to avoid that punishment in the future, but at the same time, I can't wait for you to do it again. It was scary and humiliating and sensual. Nothing has ever made me feel so alive."

"I hope I didn't push you too far."

"You were right—I need a challenge, or I'll get bored."

A laugh rumbled in his throat. "I promise I'll never bore you."

She traced a finger across his lips and kissed him.

***

Cyn lay quietly in Trent's arms. One more night with him, and it was back to New York—the cold, barren city—with nothing to keep her company but a remote-controlled vibrator.

"My apartment will seem empty without you," she said.

"You're set on staying there?"

She sighed. The ache in her heart at being without Trent warred with the fear in her stomach at leaving behind the life she had built. They could start slowly, like he had said, with her visiting him for short stints until she was ready to commit.

"I hear Delaware is a nice place to live."

"No sales tax," he said.

"What's the cost of living in Newark?"

"Cheaper than Manhattan."

She smiled. "My place is rent-controlled. I should have no trouble subletting it."

"A new condo complex is opening a couple of miles from me. Convenient location, nice views…I was thinking of buying a place there myself, but I can't afford the down payment."

"Sounds nice. For a place in a quiet college town."

"It
is
nice. You can't hop into a cab to go to a Broadway show, but you can drive two hours and take the ferry. Maybe stay overnight at the Four Seasons."

"Sounds romantic." She laid her chin on his chest, her mouth drooping into a frown.

"What's wrong?"

"You're asking me to change my whole life for you."

"I'm not asking you to."

"No, I suppose you're not. But you want me to."

"Because you can, and I can't. I want us to be together."

"You want us to be a couple."

He sat up. "What have we been discussing all day? Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend. Isn't that what you want?"

"I won't feel like your girlfriend until I get to know you better. We've spent a long time living on memories. We need to figure out what's real."

"This is real." He pressed his mouth to hers. The soft sweep of his tongue silenced her thoughts. He drew her legs across his lap and she leaned into him, wanting more, more, more. Strong arms held her, but the glide of a fingertip on her arm was as gentle as a falling leaf. The kiss held no urgency but instead a promise. The vista of her future opened behind her closed eyes.

She broke the kiss, the emotions stealing her breath. The joy and longing in her breast had outstripped her head. "It's too soon to say I love you."

"It's not too soon for me. I love you, Cyn. I've always loved you."

She brushed her fingertips against his cheek, unable to stop a smile from splitting her face. "I feel that way, too. I just…we're being reckless, aren't we? Giving our hearts so easily?"

"The characters in your books…are they all heartbroken people who are afraid to love again?"

"No, they're hopeful people who believe in the power of love."

"We've got a strong foundation. Maybe that's all we have, but think how much fun it will be putting up the framing and installing the fixtures. If the foundation is strong, we can build whatever we want."

She nodded.

"I'll take good care of you, Cyn. I want you to be happy. Whether that means 24/7 submission, or a little bondage once a week. I can't wait to get to know you again."

She sighed, and her shoulders relaxed. She didn't know where this relationship would take them, but she knew it would be someplace safe. Someplace that felt like home.

THE END

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Andrea Dalling lives in the sexy Southeast, where the summers are hot and the romance hotter. During the day, she’s an award-winning technical writer, but at night, she writes steamy stories. She loves to torture her characters but eventually rewards them with a happily-ever-after. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s a progressive Christian and an advocate for LGBT rights.

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This gay erotic romance novella is intended for an adult audience. It contains scenes of groping, fumbling, wet kisses, angst, shirtless volleyball, sex toys, and two-man showers.