The power of it is breathtaking, and whatever control I had over my body ceases to exist. My teeth rattle from how hard I seize, and my death grip on Cage's arms can't even keep me grounded.
There is no mercy in the way he continues to pound into me while spitting his own curses.
“I think you can do better than that,” he bites out through clenched teeth.
I shake my head, delirious from the continuous onslaught of his thrusts yet understanding that he has no intention of stopping.
“I can't… I can't take any more,” I pant breathlessly. “Please, it's too much!”
“Is it?” His tone is mocking, followed by a coo that suggests ‘you poor baby.’
My head kicks back, so entirely overwhelmed with the sensations that my brain is unable to compute how to handle it. I shift between trembling violently, slapping Cage’s arms, to clawing at his flesh with little reserve.
“Let’s see how tight that pussy can hold on to me,” he growls. “Show me how a dirty little slut milks my cock.”
“Fuck you,” I choke out, starbursts beginning to explode behind my pinched eyes.
“You are, baby, and fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” he whimpers in my ear before drawing my lobe in his mouth and sucking.
A sharp outcry is the only sound I’m capable of uttering. A third orgasm takes hold of me, sending my soul into space where I float above and watch myself come wholly undone, my inner walls contracting around his cock.
“Fuuuuck, baby, that’s it. Just like that, fuck yes, just like that. You’re such a good girl,” Cage chants against me.
His back muscles flex, and his thrusts become choppy, losing himself in time and space along with me .
“Molly,” he rasps out, followed by a moan that is long and unrestrained. Distinctly, I feel him erupt, though I have the misfortune of the condom preventing me from feeling it inside me.
He stills, panting against my lips now, his breath syncing with mine. We’re both shaking, and he relaxes on top of me, though he’s careful to keep his weight from crushing me.
We're both silent for several minutes, spending the time searching for our breaths.
“I’ve been called a slut a lot,” I admit after a few more moments, my voice cracking. He lifts his bowed head to gaze down at me carefully, waiting for me to collect my thoughts. “But I liked it when you said it. Just… only during sex, though, okay?”
He brushes a few strands away from my face gently.
“If a man ever calls you something you don’t like, I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll always respect your boundaries.”
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth before it can tremble. It takes a moment as the urge to cry subsides.
I’ve never felt so… respected. Like my feelings about what happens to my body are actually valued. Like they mean something to him.
“You’re different,” I mumble. “Thank you for showing me how to enjoy something I never thought I’d enjoy. For respecting my body. And for giving me something to hold on to before I disappear.”
His eyes soften. “You can always hold on to me, Molly. Always.”
Molly
Present
2022
“I can't do a delivery today,” I tell Legion, attempting to keep my nerves in check. I've never told him no before.
But this is necessary.
There's a pause. “May I ask why?”
I chew my bottom lip, contemplating if I should just tell the truth or not. However, I don't want my personal issues to come between me and my job. Or at least, I don't wish for Legion to know that.
“I'm uncomfortable with Cage,” I blurt out.
That wasn't what I was planning to say. I was supposed to tell him my pigs are sick. Although it's technically the truth, though not in the way Legion is probably thinking.
I'm not uncomfortable because I don't like Cage; I'm uncomfortable because I like him way too much.
More silence.
After a few beats, I can't take it anymore. “I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but your silence is super unnerving.”
I'm sweating. It's forming along my hairline and between my boobs. I shake out my free hand to release some tension. I don't even know why I'm so nervous. Legion’s never made me feel threatened. But fuck, he's really intimidating for a dude that never shows his face.
“What has he done?”
“Nothing!” I exclaim. “Don't kill him, please.”
“Is this because he's in love with you? Or because you're in love with him?”