Page 184 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1
Once the last restraint disappears, my body slumps, exhaustion crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Hank catches me, sweeping me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, finding comfort in his strength.
Gabe leads the way to the bathroom, turns on the shower, and steam billows out as he adjusts the temperature. Hank steps in, still holding me, and Gabe follows, closing the glass door behind us.
The hot water cascades over us, soothing my aching muscles and washing away the sweat and tears of the night.
Hank gently sets me down, supporting me with an arm around my waist as Gabe begins to wash me. He lathers soap in his hands, running them over my body, careful around the marks he left. His eyes follow his hands, a look of awe and love in his gaze.
“You’re so fucking strong, sweetheart,” Gabe murmurs, his voice hoarse with emotion. His hands move lower, gently cleaning between my legs, his touch lingering, igniting a soft spark of pleasure despite my exhaustion.
Hank reaches for the shampoo, massaging it into my hair, his fingers gentle against my scalp. I lean back into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
Their hands move over me in sync, their touch tender and loving, washing away the remnants of the night, leaving me feeling cherished and adored. Gabe cups my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spill from my eyes. He leans in, his gaze locked onto mine, the intensity of his emotions laid bare.
“Thank you for giving me that,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you more than words can say.”
I lean into his touch, my own emotions surging to the surface. “I love you, too,” I whisper, my voicechoked with tears.
A soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he closes the distance between us. His lips brush against mine, gentle and reverent, a stark contrast to the punishing kisses of the night. I sigh into him, my body melting into his touch, my heart swelling with love.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I open for him, our tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance. His hands slide into my hair, cradling my head, holding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
Hank presses closer, his body warm and solid against my back, his arms wrapping around me, enveloping me in love. He kisses my shoulder and neck, his touch tender and loving. They surround me with their love, a tangible force that wraps around me, making me feel safe, cherished, and adored.
When Gabe finally pulls back, his eyes are soft, his expression filled with love. “You’re our world,” he murmurs. “Our everything. And we’ll show you how much you mean to us daily.”
I smile, my heart full, my body exhausted but content.
We stand there, the three of us, under the cascading water, lost in the softness of the moment. Their gentle touch, their tender words, and their love are palpable forces that wrap around me, making me feel safe, cherished, and revered.
They wrap me in a soft towel, drying me carefully, their touch lingering, their eyes filled with adoration. Hank carries me to the bed, laying me down gently. Gabe follows close behind. They crawl in beside me, their bodies warm and comforting, their arms wrapping around me, holding me close.
The day was a storm of sensation, a test of my limits, but the aftermath is a soft haven of love and tenderness.
I never want to be anywhere else.
Sleep comes easily, their bodies bracketing mine, their breathing syncing with mine in a lullaby of peace. The storm has passed, but its echoes remain—not in pain, but in the profound sense of being seen, cherished, and claimed.
This time, when I close my eyes, there are no nightmares.
No texture. Only warmth. Only them.
The days quickly blur into a comfortable rhythm.
My nights belong to Hank and Gabe—our oceanside home a sanctuary of tangled limbs, whispered conversations, and increasingly adventurous explorations of my limits…
With Hank, it’s steady dominance—a slow, relentless build that leaves me gasping. Controlled. Cherished. He knows exactly how to play my body, how to make me beg with nothing more than a look or the precise press of his hand.
And when he brings out his rope and ties me up…
There’s power in his stillness, command in his quiet. He doesn’t need to raise his voice. A single word and I fall into place, relinquishing control with a trust so deep it borders on reverence.
With Hank, I surrender.
Not just my body but my mind.
The time I spend with Gabe is different.
