Her eyes had slid closed but now she opened them, holding his gaze as he continued to pound into her.
“I trust you,” she whispered, the reverent words deliciously at odds with the savage fucking. “I trust you with my heart and soul.”
It was the look in his eyes, as if he’d finally found something he’d been searching for all his life, that pushed her over the edge.
The pressure inside her tore. Every muscle went taut as her vagina clamped down on his cock, milking him until he went still above her, only his cock moving as it twitched deep within her.
CHAPTER 16
They sat beside each other on the top rail of a fence. Cessie wasn’t sure where on the grounds they were—she hadn’t studied the map enough to remember. And she didn’t need to. She trusted that Leon knew.
It had been four blissful days of sex, submission, and domesticity. They’d cooked together, eaten together, showered and slept together. Two of the days she’d once more been his falcon, hooded unless she was in her cage. The others they played more traditional (for them) games of bondage, pain, and pleasure.
Cessie shifted back, so she was balanced more on her thighs than on her sit spot, which was sore from the paddling she’d gotten yesterday.
They were leaving today, and part of her seriously considered asking Leon if they should give up their jobs, move here, and become full-time kinksters.
Part of her was afraid it would all fall apart when they left, but the time spent in their cabin not fucking had been spent talking. They had structures and rules for their planned home playroom, to keep the dynamic from bleeding into their everyday interactions. They’d talked about how they’d deal withher deeply held discomfort with accepting help rather than only giving it, and how he could support her in maintaining her new boundaries with her family. She had a list of questions and discussion points for her next therapy session.
But for now, she’d enjoy the sunshine and impossibly wide blue sky with the man she loved.
“Look there. See that? It’s a kestrel.” Leon’s enthusiasm made him sound young and happy.
She looked over at him, and he returned the look, smile widening. Maybe it wasn’t the bird that made him happy.
She followed his pointing finger and peered at the small bird soaring above the trees. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, look at the wing shape. That’s a bird of prey. Relatively small, so I’m going to go with kestrel.”
“Planning to capture and train any more falcons?” she teased.
“No, the one I have is perfect.”
After wearing the jesses on and off for days, her wrists felt oddly naked, and the lack of bell sounds was sad rather than a relief.
Leon had promised to put them back on her once they were home.
It was almost time to leave. Their flight wasn’t until tonight, but there was a long way to go.
But there was one thing she still needed to do.
Cessie slipped off the fence, gently brushing off the back of her jeans.
“Let me help.” He slapped her ass, making her yelp.
“That’s just more spanking!” Her sore bottom felt those, even through the denim.
“Do you object?”
She could have teased him back, but instead smiled softly. “No. Never.”
He returned her smile.
Then Cessie gathered her courage and dropped down onto one knee.
Leon looked at her speculatively, already reaching for her hair, but Cessie shook her head, then took his hands in hers. “Leon?”
His expression shifted to confusion and then dawning realization.
