A/n: a continuation of chapter 24 - split into two parts because it was outrageously long.
Warnings: smut
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July 2026 - Emily's POV
Y/n's trauma from Green took a lot longer to heal. Her head healed within a week and her rib about a month, but her trauma took a lot longer. She started seeing a therapist twice a week and I could tell how much it helped her. Anyone she would talk to about what happened that night, I was grateful for. It broke my heart that she felt like she couldn't talk to me because I had "more trauma" in my life, as if it were comparable.
She was finally moving past everything when she came home one evening and immediately dragged me back to our bedroom. "Fuck me right now, Emily." I chuckled at her, my Angel thinking she could top me.
"Have you been cleared for that?" I asked half-heartedly; I wanted to fuck her just as badly as she wanted me to fuck her.
"I don't care. My rib is fine, and if it starts to hurt I'll tell you." I raised an eyebrow at her. "I will, I swear. Please!"
Her begging never failed to flip a switch in me. "You want to play, Angel?"
"Yes, mommy." She looked up at me with huge, sparkling eyes. My stomach clenched in anticipation; it had been over a month since I had tasted her. I was suddenly ravenous for her.
"Go lay down, Angel. I'm going to pick some toys for you tonight." She started stripping and climbing on the bed, obviously eager. "Did I say to strip??" I asked. She paused and looked back at me.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Usually you want me naked."
"Oh I want you naked, baby." I reached for her shirt again. "But I'm gonna do it tonight." She shuddered at my Dom voice. "Lay. Down. I will not repeat myself again." She whimpered and then turned towards the bed. I quickly grabbed a silk handkerchief, a feather, and her favorite vibrator. She deserved the most pleasure tonight.
"Do you want to touch me tonight, or do you want to see?" I asked, walking to the bed.
She thought about it, her teeth sinking into her lip. "I want to touch you, mommy." I slid the handkerchief around her eyes and tied it behind her head. I placed a kiss on her forehead, my hand trailing down her neck and tracing her collarbones. She shuddered beneath my touch.
I unbuttoned each button on her shirt one-by-one and trailed my finger down the newly exposed skin. I thrilled at the goosebumps I raised on her skin. "Em, please," she gasped.
"Who?" I reminded. I would be patient tonight since this was the first time we had played in weeks.
"I'm sorry, mommy. I won't forget again."
"I know you won't baby," I dragged a feather over her abdomen. Her back arched into it and she gasped. Maybe there was an upside to not having sex for a month - she was already incredibly vocal tonight and I hadn't touched her yet. I was salivating at the thought.
I slid her pants and panties down her legs, trailing my fingertips over her skin. "Mommy, please," she begged, her arms reaching out for me.
"What do you need, Angel?" I teased.
"Touch me, please," she begged.
"Oh honey - you are not getting off that easy. I'm taking my time with you tonight." I dragged my lips up her thighs, nipping and licking in between kisses. "You taste so good, baby." I crawled up her body, leaving marks in a trail up her torso.
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