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Chapter 115: Let Make Breakfast Together

Chapter 115: Let Make Breakfast Together

Angelia

Kingston let me soak in the tub until I was good and ready to get out and when I did, he toweled

I sighed

me off with care. at this gentle side of him, it was a side of him he rarely showed. With

not a drop left on my body, he traded long white t-shirts for me. Smelling it discreetly, I happily realized it was his and the scent of tobacco, though muted as if it had been washed, filled my nose.

I would never be a fan of smoking, mainly because of cancer but somehow, the smell of it only reminded me of Kingston. I hadn't known he smoked until today so I hadn't been able to connect the smokey scent of him to the cigarettes because now. "Thank you," I murmured hoarsely.

I had screamed louder when he fucked me that I had lost part of my voice, making it sound husky and rough. When he started to lift me for the third time, I protested a little.

"I can walk." I muttered.

I think I can and I could but apparently not as sufficient as he would have liked because after a few steps, he had me back in his arms. Truth to be told, I didn't know why I had even protested. against it, I liked feeling his arms around me. I liked being close to him. We walked to the kitchen and he sat me down as he started rummaging through the fridge. I hadn't known how hungry I was until a plate of food was placed in front of me and a huge glass of water with ice cubes. "Eat," he grunted and went back to the kitchen to make good for himself as well.

The flavor of pesto, tomato and chicken bombarded my taste buds, Making me hum in contentment. Gosh, this man could make some seriously tasty food. Taking a seat on the other side of the table, he took a bite of his own food. As always, the silence between us was relaxed and while I was great, it didn't make me get to know him better than knowing his disliked talking which I had learned the second I met him.

"So...I take it you won't be sleeping with me tonight?" I asked, trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably by the look of his narrowed eyes.

"You are right, I won't." He said gruffly and that small flame of hope I had somehow kindled extinguished. I must have failed to hide my own feelings because he continued.

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"But....I will stay with you until you fall asleep."

I gave him a tentative smile, feeling shy even after all that we had done just moments earlier. While in a scene, I definitely felt self-conscious at first but my dominants rarely let me stay in my mind for too long. This though, Kingston reading me and my feelings so clearly made me feel bare in a whole other way. With that settled, we finished up eating. I often looked at the man in front of me under my lashes, trying to read him like he did me but without any luck. His walls were a fortress I had a hard time breaking through.

My legs still shook as we made our way to my room and that ass weird, my bedroom? When did I start considering it as mine? I left him on my bed as I brushed my teeth and flossed before joining him on the soft and luxurious mattress. My heart danced with joy when he gathered me in his embrace. It hurt a little knowing he would be gone as soon as I let sleep take over me but for now, I was content with whatever he wanted or could give me. I already knew he struggled, as said to

me, myself and Marshall. So all I could do was appreciate that he was at least trying.

The feel of his heart beating against my back lulled me to sleep even as I fought to stay awake

just so I could have him hold me a little longer.

When I woke up in an empty bed, I was prepared for it and the space beside me had long grown cold. The last time I had been here, my emotions were all over the place and while I didn't know

the exact reason why Kingston refused to sleep with me, I couldn't fault him for it. Everyone was different, some didn't like to share a bed and that was okay. Of course, I wished he would but I had respected his wishes. I just hoped he had gotten some sleep no matter where he had spent

the night.

Rising from the bed, I stretched and felt aches in places I didn't know could ache until I met these men. Kingston had worked me over pretty good last night, I blushed, remembering how he made me hump his leg. He didn't make me, only told me that if I wanted an orgasm, I had to use him and I had been too desperate not to. I am not just desperate, I wanted to do it as well, the act so humiliating it has made my skin burn with needs. My clit throbbed with the memory of me grinding on his leg, seeking the pleasure promised to me while he watched. It was something I would not forget any time soon.

Then, my mind went to what had happened afterwards when he had forced me to stay still and keep quiet for twenty whole minutes. It had been hell, each time worse than the former and yet, I could feel tears pressing behind my eyelids as I fought against my own body's reaction. I wanted to scream, to move something, anything but I had wanted his dick even more, I needed that delicious stretch that only his dick could provide. I hadn't thought I would be able to hold that tight of a leash on my body but he had proved me wrong. The thing was, I had actually learned a

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lot about myself last night. I had learned how fantastic it felt to let go of my inhibitions, I had learned how much I hated displeasing my dominants. Just the thought of Kingston's disapproving words made my body tense as if I had been hit only emotionally instead of physically. Lastly, I learned I had more control of my body than I had given myself credit for.

Walking into the closet, I found a pair of denim shorts and underwear. I didn't want to change out of his shirt so I stuck with it. Only when I walked back out of the closet after dressing did I realize I had finally accepted the fact that they had bought clothes for me and that I would wear them. I didn't know if that was progress, they would probably think so. I guess I would just learn that while I could be stubborn, they were way worse when it came to taking care of me. A huge part of me liked that a lot, though it was hard to admit it to myself. I had always been independent and I felt like I was losing myself to them.

I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, hoping to replace a well rested man as opposed to the last time I had been here. However, I wouldn't complain if I saw him shirtless like I had done. then, alas, it wasn't meant to be. He stood by the counter, chopping fruits with and a blue shirt on, similar to the one I was wearing. Unlike mine, his shirt was stretched tight against his muscled upper body, making me drool. My eyes strayed further down and my breath caught when I saw the black sweatpants he had on. I had only ever seen him in a suit, so it was quite a shock to the system especially my lady parts because, those sweatpants did nothing to hide the body underneath. The black cotton clung to his ass, letting me see just how well shaped he was.

"Want to help me make breakfast?" His voice startled me out of my staring and my eyes snapped up, meeting his knowing gaze.

Yes, he definitely knew I had been checking him out and I noted the dark circles under his eyes but he looked better than the last time I had slept over.

"Umm, sure. What are we making?" I was surprised by his offer, he seemed like a guy who treasured his space in the kitchen.

"Baguette with eggs and bacon and fruit salad on the side." He responded and started cutting up a watermelon.

"The baguettes should be done rising now, take out the baked pan from the oven and replace it with the pan that is on the counter." He instructed me.

I looked to where he nodded at the counter and saw a baking pan with a cloth over it. I removed the cover to see two perfectly shaped baguettes.