Lance thrust faster into her, moving with short sharp jabs that she felt in the pit of her stomach as he grasped her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it. It should be like this every night...But this would be the last night.
Now she desired nothing more than release. She tensed as Lance wrapped his arm around her chest and held her so close only their hips moved together. With a hoarse cry and a shudder that wracked her whole body, Nora came hard, her vaginal muscles latching onto Lance still moving inside her.
Spent now, she placed her hands on the bed to hold herself steady as Lance pushed into her. He held her by her hips as he moved with long hard strokes that took him almost completely out of her before plunging back into her again. One more thrust and he climaxed, his hands gripping Nora’s hips with viselike force. She hoped he’d leave bruises on her, bruises on her body to match the one on her heart.
He stayed embedded in her long enough for both of them to catch their breath. Finally he eased out of her and Nora turned to face him. It was done now. It was over. The sun was rising. Their last night together had ended.
She ordered him to shower and he did. She ordered him to get dressed and he did. When she told him to keep the collar, he accepted it with such humble gratitude she had to cover his mouth with her hand to stop him from speaking. If he said one more beautiful thing to her she’d never let him go.
When she ordered him to leave her and not look back...
“I don’t know if I can follow that order,” he said, standing at her door, his hand on the knob.
“You can. You will.”
“I’ll try to find another way,” Lance pledged. “If there’s any way I can come back and still have my daughter, I’ll find it.”
“I know you will,” she said and knew she would never see him again. There was no other way. And even if there was, by the time he found it she would have moved on and so would he. But they cared about each other too much right now to admit the truth that they both knew. “Go get your little lady back. She needs your protection more than I do.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Lance stood a moment on the porch, and it took everything Nora had to keep from crying. “Mistress?”
“What, Sailor?”
“This may sound stupid, but this felt like something. You and me, I mean. Something planned. I’m not the only one who felt like this was destiny, right?”
Nora raised her chin and smiled.
“A wise man once told me that destiny doesn’t always play matchmaker,” she said. “Sometimes it plays other games with us. Sometimes we win the game...”
“Sometimes we lose.”
“You know...I’m not the only one of my kind. There are other Dommes out there. Some of us don’t even charge for our services.”
“Other Mistress Noras? I don’t believe it.”
“I’m the only Mistress Nora I know and the world says ‘thank God’ to that, but...I’m just saying you only have to play their stupid game until you get your kid back. Then you can date again. You can find another one of us. You’re too good of a sub to waste yourself on some boring vanilla who doesn’t know what she has. Any Domme would be honored to have you on her arm, at her feet. You’ll find someone amazing. I know you will.”
“Maybe. Who knows? Destiny might play matchmaker someday. Maybe destiny will get it right next time.”
“I wish...” Nora began and stopped. She knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to say I wish it could be me. But those words would hurt as much to say as they would to hear. She left them safely unsaid, knowing that Lance wasn’t her destiny. She’d already met her destiny and three years ago she’d told her destiny goodbye. She survived it. She would survive this, too.
Lance said nothing more. Nora knew he waited for another kiss, a kiss she couldn’t trust herself to give. So he smiled at her one more time before walking to his car, getting in, and driving off. He left as ordered, and as ordered, he didn’t look back.
“Good boy,” she whispered before correcting herself. “Good man.”
Nora watched him go before she shut the door, locked it and returned to her bed. It took an hour before she could sleep again, and just as she feared, when she woke up, Lance was gone from her life forever. Such was the nature of dreams. They only feel endless in the dream. By dawn they turn to dust.