One Dirty Night - Page 129

And our shower didn’t happen until dawn.

We fell into one another. We kissed and stroked, petted and worshipped. For the first time, we had sex without discipline or whips or others. We rode each other and clung to one another and when we found that pinnacle of delirious pleasure, we promised infinity and forever in the dark.

The next morning, as I sat at the dining room table and Nick made us keto pancakes with fresh fruit, I did my best to step outside my besotted addiction and set aside my rose-coloured glasses long enough to message Hunter.

I’d done what he said.

I’d earned what I wanted.

I owed him the biggest thank you.

You were right.

He came.

He claimed.

He’s mine.

Thank you, Hunter.

For everything.

I sipped the coffee Nick had brewed and set my phone aside, only to snatch it up again when a short text replied.

Told you.

No one can withstand your magic, little witch.

I’m happy for you.

I guess our date in one year is null and void, but I’m okay with that.

As long as he adores you, he deserves you.

I wish you guys nothing but kink and love.

Hunter xxx

Replying a final time, I typed:

I’ll never forget you.

I hope you find the same happiness one day.

Stay safe.

Goodbye.

I got up and wrapped my arms around my Master and mate.

I tipped up my chin for his kiss.

I ate the food he made me.

I accepted the creams he rubbed on me.

And then, I kneeled for him and melted for him as we began to play…