It’s been two months since I’ve had sex, a month and a half since my ‘accident.’ That’s what my therapist has me calling it.
After talking with Bethany and then us having dinner together, I'd got to see how happy her life has become, and I want that. So, I took it upon myself to ask Stella when she came to see me the day after about finding me a therapist. To my surprise, she already had one lined up. I couldn’t believe it.
The very same day, she took me to my appointment without Tombstone knowing about it. I smile at the memory of when she had dropped me off.
“Thank you, Stella. I really appreciate it,” I state genuinely as we walk toward the front door together.
“It’s not a problem,” she says, returning my smile. “I’m happy Mollie was able to help.”
Meeting Dr. Jordan, I didn’t know what to think until I was in her office, and she told me to call her Mollie. She’d been sweet and compassionate. Something about her made me open up, and I ended up having a two-hour session with her where we talked. Normally I wouldn’t have talked to anyone about this, but my wanting to get better, to have my own forever filled happiness spurred me on, and when I told Mollie this, she thought it was a good goal to work toward.
“She really did. Mollie suggested I try meditation and yoga. She thinks it might help me center and find balance within myself.” I’ve never done yoga before, but Ivy has, so I’m sure I can get her to show me.
“That’s awesome. I’ve been doing yoga for years now. I’ll tell . . .”
“What the fuck?” Tombstone snarls interrupting Stella before she can finish. Pivoting to face him, I take in his furious features. “Where the fuck have you been?”
Oh boy, he’s pissed.
“Um.” I lick my bottom lip nervously, pulling it between my teeth. Drawing Tombstone’s gaze to my lip.
“I took her to the doctor. We just finished up and came back here,” Stella answers for me.
Nodding, I lower my gaze and fidget. “I had my first therapy session.”
Tombstone releases a harsh breath and pulls me to him and buries his head in my neck as he calms himself. “You should’ve told me. I could’ve taken you.”
Blinking away the memory, I focus on the sound of Tombstone’s grunts as I stare at him working with the weights. Since finding out I’ve been going to therapy, he’s been sure to go with me and be there if I need him. I think he had really wanted to be the one to take me the first time. Only he’d been called away for church and had left me for the first time in over a week alone.
Over the past weeks, he’s allowed me to take my time in coming back to myself. My wrists are healed, but still sensitive. Tombstone was even sweet enough to buy me ’these wide bracelets to conceal the scars from judgmental eyes. Not that anyone I’ve seen has done anything but be nice to me. Slowly, each of the members of the club have made rounds over to the house to hang out. The other night I finally had enough courage to go to the clubhouse and spend time there with all of my friends. I forgot how much fun it could be with us all hanging out, though guilt eats at me for avoiding them—Ivy especially.
“Bambina, you gonna sit there and watch me all day, or you going to actually come in here and talk to me?” Tombstone asks, chuckling, placing the weight bar back in its holder and sitting up with a grin. “Like what you see?”
Clearing my throat, I try not to blush. I’ve never felt uncomfortable around him when it comes to being physical, but right now, I’m nervous as can be. My body wants him, though I’m not sure if I’m ready or not. I think I am.
“You okay?” he asks, standing and closing the distance between us. “You seem a little flush.”
“I . . . I’m okay.” I nod profusely.
“Okay, well, why don’t you go get a shower?” he suggests, reaching up to touch my cheek. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” He has a surprise for me.
“Yeah, Sutton, I’ve got something planned, now go get a shower, and I’ll get one after you’re done,” he says, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. This is something he’d started doing a few weeks ago—gentle touches and kisses.
Nodding, I swallow nervously, my bodying humming for his touch. It’s this effect he’s always had on me from the beginning. I turn and slowly make my way into his room, the same room I’ve been in from the beginning . . . only without Tombstone.
In the room, I strip down to my bra and panties before walking in the bathroom to start the shower. Waiting for the water to heat, I strip the rest of the way down and step inside. The temp doesn’t take long for it to warm up enough for me.
Under the spray, I run my hands through my hair, massaging my scalp moaning at how good the shower feels against my skin. A shiver courses down my spine to my center. Goosebumps prick at my skin as I slide my hands from my hair down the front of my body. I cup one of my breasts with one hand and keep going further with the other. I close my eyes when I slip my fingers over my apex, finding I’m already drenched with need. I bite my lip, moaning as I dip a finger in my entrance.
Visions of Tombstone holding me with my back against the tile and his cock thrusting into my body fill my mind. I plunge my finger in my pussy and pinch one of my nipples, gasping at the sensations coursing through my body.
The sound of the shower door opening catches my attention. I open my eyes to find Tombstone stepping inside. His eyes are dark and filled with lust. Skimming his body, my gaze widens on his cock, standing at attention. The impressive head already leaking pre-cum. I lick my lips at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to wrap my mouth around his cock.
“You’re one naughty, Bambina,” he growls, reaching down to stroke himself.
Oh my.
“I think I should teach you a lesson,” he says, stepping closer.
“Um . . .” I whisper huskily, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
“But, I think that’ll have to wait for later. Right now, I need to be inside that sweet pussy and hear you scream my name as you cum on my cock.”
Holy mother of all orgasms, I could climax with just the sound of his voice.
Tombstone releases himself, wraps both hands around my waist and yanks me flush against his chest. His mouth comes down, fusing with mine, his tongue plunging into dance with mine as he backs me against the tiled wall. Gripping my hips, he lifts me up enough I place my legs around his.
Reaching between us, Tombstone lines up his cock with my pussy and shoves inside in one forceful movement.
I break my lips from his and cry out in pleasure as he pumps his cock within my depths in powerful thrusts that leave me screaming out for more. Never has he taken me like this, but I love it. It’s almost as if we’re reconnecting in a way we’ve never connected before. Like he’s putting his all into it.
My orgasm hits me with enough force, I squeeze Tombstone’s cock milking him as he joins me, roaring his own release calling my name.
Breathing heavily, I meet Tombstone’s gaze with a reluctant smile, hoping we didn’t just make a grave mistake. I, for one, don’t see it as one. In fact, I find it's perfect and just what we had needed.