Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

“I know you’ll be sorry,” she said in his ear. “I know I’ll drive you crazy.”

“I know it too,” he said. “I know.”

* * * * *

They finally slept. He could have fucked her until dawn but he had a surgery scheduled, so he left her alone after he extracted her promise to move in. One month. He wanted more, but he would take a month for the present. In a month he would know if they were compatible or not, and she would too. He watched her fall asleep in his arms, at peace now that the decision had been made, now that she’d finally capitulated. But he felt less peace now and more pressure. She’d torn down her walls, at least a little, for him. Now he had to prevent her from building them up again.

But it was an improvement on before. Before she showed up, he’d spent a couple hours folding cranes, wishing for…what? To forget her? To possess her? To find what he sought? His fingers made the figures by memory now, thoughtless folds and creases, a tip down of head and beak. When he’d realized the sheer number of cranes he’d folded, when Kat saw them all, it embarrassed him a bit. God knew what she thought.

The next morning he woke before her, completely unwilling to get out of bed and leave her there, but not wanting to wake her prematurely. She looked so content, so peaceful in sleep. He drowsed beside her as long as he could, until his erection was too intense to ignore. He pressed it against her backside, bold now that he’d decided to take action. She stirred, squirming back against him, stretching like a cat.

“Ekaterina,” he murmured into her neck. “I have something for you. A big present.”

She laughed, looking over her shoulder at him. He stared, beguiled, at her too-fleeting smile. Someday she would smile all the time for him, smile and laugh out loud until her cheekbones ached. Goals. Life was nothing without goals. His present goal, however, was impaling her with his cock, which he’d already half accomplished. He fumbled in the bedside table for a condom, thinking to himself that he’d drag her in for blood tests that very week. He wanted to sink inside her without any barrier between them. He wanted every barrier breached, consigned to history. He reached around her to bury his fingers in her folds, to find her clit. She was already receptive and wet.

He fucked her from behind, holding her close and tight against him. “Now listen to me,” he growled against her ear as he slid in and out of her. “After work today, you go home and get ready to come stay. Pack your stuff. Tell your parents what’s going on, however you want to explain it. I’ll swing by to get you later. Understand?” He gripped her pussy in his hand, pushed hard into her from behind.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes Sir. I understand.”

“Yes Sir, I understand,” she repeated in a sweet sober voice, pressing her head back under his chin. Absolutely everything had changed. She was almost unrecognizable from the girl she was just a few nights ago. She was more open to him and so much less afraid. Miraculous. He drove into her, feeling her cool skin slide over his. Each time he entered her she gave a delighted sigh. Her hand crept back and clung to his leg, dug in with a spasmodic grip. It was a small discomfort to balance the hot overwhelming pleasure. Her moans crested and her fingers bruised him. He took her hand hard in his, stroking her clit with the other hand until he felt the release, the gasping, the contraction of her walls around his cock. He grabbed her then, bucked against her as his own orgasm unfurled and shook him. He was rocked by the intensity of his feelings for her, by the draw that grew stronger the closer she got. He thought, with the one small part of his brain that still functioned, that he needed to proceed carefully. Perhaps she was right about having time alone, about keeping separate rooms. He thought perhaps they needed to keep some distance between them until their relationship as Dom and sub was developed and set.

He told her so as they sat bleary-eyed over a quick breakfast of toast and grapefruit. “Maybe we can set up times when we’re ‘on’ and times when we’re ‘off’. Certain nights and times,” he said.

“Okay.” She shrugged her shoulders a bit.

“Would you care for some soy milk with your toast?”

She looked up at him in consternation. “I’m afraid soy milk is a hard limit for me.”

“It’s a lot healthier than cow’s milk.”

“Um, no thank you. I’m not really that into grapefruit either.”

“You need at least eight to nine servings of fruits and vegetables a day.”

“Don’t you mean eight to nine servings a month? ’Cause that’s what I normally average.”

He thumped her lightly on the head. “At least eat the toast.”

“Little controlling, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes. But you’re a little out of control. Aren’t you?”

She looked down, blushing slightly. “Sometimes.”

“Anyway, I think we could make things work between us. You wouldn’t always need to be under my control. You could have time to yourself and we could still hang out. Get to know each other as people and not just D/s roles. I think it would be good. Healthy. Everything in balance.”

“I think so too. I don’t want to lose sight of real life in…all this.”

All this. As she said that, she gestured vaguely with one small hand, waving away what was between them with those two words. Or maybe casting a spell, like an incantation. All this magic between us… Let’s not lose sight of real life.

He didn’t know her well enough yet to interpret what she meant by that little hand wave, but he was determined to learn.

Chapter Seven

“Dr. McCarthy?”

Ryan turned to see one of the neuro nurses poking her