Protecting Her Lost Soul

Chapter 23

Thirty minutes of absolute torture. Maybe I may have learned not to make him jealous. I bite my lip remembering the multiple orgasms.
    We're walking hand in hand back downstairs. We walk into the garden and everyone is in their seats. Once we're in our seats Miley runs to me from sitting with Mom.
    "Mom's not impressed," Tyler says under is breath to us. I pull Miley onto my lap and put my arms around her. I take a moment to appreciate the lights illuminating the garden. It's absolutely magical.
     Dad says a few more words before the first course is brought out. Mom hired a few waiters with Trixie running the show behind the scenes. I look at the chicken, Duck and cherry terrine. Absolutely vile.
    I turn my nose up at it. Give me a burger any day. "Mommy, what is it," she pokes at it with her fork.
    "It's got chicken, duck and cherries in it. Try it baby, if you don't like it that's fine. I'm not a huge fan either," it's actually gross. I'd rather put trash in my mouth.
    I gingerly put some in my mouth and try not to gag. Miley puts some in her mouth and she spits it back out. I laugh, that's my girl. "That's okay baby, you'll find there's things you don't like and that's fine. You should like the main course when it's served."
    I stroke her hair whilst she grabs her drink to wash the taste away. I would have done the same but I'm expect to have some etiquette at these events. Flynn puts his hand in mine and I look at him. He's digging into the terrine.
     I continue to look around the table. I'm sat next to Flynn and Tyler. I imagine that was to keep me in line. "Mommy," I kiss her cheek to let her know I'm listening. "I had so much fun playing with Charlie. He said that he wants to marry me when I'm older," I laugh but hear Flynn growl.
     "And what do you want baby?" I always say I'd never get married but I'd marry the love of my life that's right next to me. I've accepted that fact, it's too exhausting to deny him anymore.
     "He's nice but I don't ever want to get married." I frown pinches my brow. She's too young to know what she wants but don't all kids want to get married. I know I certainly did.
     "Why's that baby?"
     "Because if I marry Charlie then he will take me away from you," I hug her a little tighter. Never going to happen. She will always be my baby girl. I feel as though I was thrown in the deep end with her but I wouldn't change any of it.
      Whoever asks for her hand in marriage will have to get through me and by the sounds of it Flynn too. I'd have to carefully watched in the sidelines. A person can hide a lot from the world. Just like me.
     "Honey, no one will ever take you from me. Whether you choose to marry many years from now or not I'll always be here."
      I release her and stroke her hair. Hopefully in time I'll fix these insecurities. She's already grown into a clever happy little girl the last few months I've known her.
     Once the starters are finished plates are collected. Man, why did I have to go get heart disease, a drink would be good right now. These events make me so uncomfortable. Money makes me uncomfortable.
     The mains are being handed out and this looks normal. Beef wellington. Am I going to be able to eat with all these people around?
     I guess I can try. Once everyone is served I pick up a carrot with my fork and stuff it into my mouth. Not bad.
    I watch Miley as she tucks into her meal. She starts shovelling it into her mouth and I smile. I put my mask up, trying to a normal human being at eat. Surely it shouldn't be this hard?
     I manage to eat my food with everyone chatting around me. I smile when the strawberry pudding is served with whipped cream on the top.
     I dig in before everyone has got there food. Mmm tastes so good. I finish it in seconds and I place it on the table. Flynn chuckles at me but offers me a spoonful of his.
     I happily accept and open my mouth and he slides it in. "Mmm," I hum. I watch as his eyes dilate as he's watching me. I lick my lips and he growls. I love the way I can affect him so easily. A flutter starts in my belly.
     He gets more onto his spoon and eases it into his mouth. How does he make simple things erotic. He offers me more and we keep taking it in turns until it's all gone. That was fun and tasty.
      I look at Tyler's dessert and he's still got half left. "Ty," I say sweetly.
    He sighs and slides me the rest of his dessert. I kiss his cheek before I demolish the rest of his dessert. He's a good big brother. He learned not to deny me anything, not that I'd ever retaliate the same as when we were kids.
     Once the tables have been cleared and staked against the fence I take Miley to the dance floor to dance with her. She giggles and I laugh with her despite the pain.
     I love watching her so carefree. Flynn's been watching me, I've felt his eyes on me so when I feel his burning hand on my back I know he's had enough of just watching me.
      He picks Miley up and then brings me close. We start to dance just the three of us. How Flynn makes me block out everyone else I'll never know.
      Would he really have been able to overpower James if he hadn't faked his death? Would I still have been drawn to him? I like to think he could but would I have let him? I would have been a never ending black hole.
      He slides his hand over my cheek and silently demands my eyes. I used to hate how he could dominate me and now it makes me weak at the knees. "What are you think about in that pretty little head of yours?"
      I sigh, if only he could read my thoughts, it would be so much easier. Sometimes I don't even know what's going on in my head. "I was just thinking about last New Years and if James never faked his death. How life would be different."
      He leans towards me a places a feather light kiss on my nose. His breath fanning across my face. Mixture between mint and beer. He moves away slowly to read my face.
     "Hmmm. Well, I know for sure I would have locked you in my room regardless. Traced you soft skin until goosebumps formed. Cherished you the way you deserve.
      "Drawing out an orgasm that only I could create. Eased you anxiety and you're insecurities. Loved you like no one else has." I look at his prefect face. His burning eyes that still haunt my dreams, just in a totally different way.
      The song changed but I'm too lost in Flynn to really care to move to the beat. "I just don't know Flynn. He would have only sunk his claws in deeper. I'd be well and truly lost. His little puppet."
      He smirks at me and I watch ever move his lip makes. "I'd have you begging for my touch, baby. I have no doubt that we'd be drawn to each other. You probably would have denied me for a long time because you're stubborn.
      "Ultimately, you'd be consumed by only me." His lips slowly tease mine and I moan into his mouth. "Did he ever kiss you like this?" his whispers into my mouth.
      "No," I say breathlessly.
      He brings my bottom lip between his teeth and I practically purr. "Did he claim you for the world to see?"
      "PDA wasn't his thing," I mumble out, caught in his spell.
       He grabs the nape of my neck and pins me closer and I gasps start the sudden intrusion. "Really? Because I can't keep my hands off you. So what does that tell you?"
      He hand travels from my neck to my collarbone tracing lightly and I'm sure if I looked there would be goosebumps. He stops his hand over my erratic heart. "Did your heart ever respond so beautifully to him?"
      I swallow hard, he always knows the right things to say even if he's seducing me like fuck in the process. I shake my head, never leaving his eyes. "You may have still been with him but your soul would always belong to me. I would have made it my life mission—"
      He removes his hand from my heart and grabs my left hand. He kisses my ring, "To put this ring on your finger. Whether it be a year or five years. I'd wait for you, my lost soul."
      I rest my forehead on his and take in a shaky breath. What do I say to that? It might have been the sweetest thing he's ever said to me. We dance the night away. It's getting close to midnight and Miley's fallen asleep in my arms as I'm sat on a chair.
    Flynn holds his hand out to me and I take it. He helps me stand and I move Miley to my hip and support her with one hand. He takes me to the dance floor and pulls me flush to his body.
    My feet are killing me in these heels and I'm ready for bed. I look around the dance floor and Tyler is with Ruby, Dad with Mom, along with many other couples.
     The countdown begins and Miley stirs as people around her shout the count down. "3, 2, 1, Happy new year!" Everyone chants. Fireworks explode around us. Colourful lights booming in the dark sky.
     I don't have time to enjoy it as Flynn starts kissing me and I surrender all control to him. Best New Years ever. I don't know how long he kisses me for but when he pulls away he's grinning at me. "I've shared you enough, time for bed," I smile in return.
    I'm so ready for bed. He leads me towards the house and kick my shoes off once we're inside and continue up the stairs. When we're in his bedroom I lay Miley on the bed and take off her dress. I scoot her over and settle her by the wall.
     Once she's tucked up under the duvet Flynn pulls me flush against his body. He oh so slowly peels the straps off my shoulders and the dress ripples at my feet.
    He helps me into some pjs and I climb into bed. I watch as Flynn removes his smart clothes. "Fuck, I hate suits," I smirk at him. He looks so handsome. I must agree though, put him in low cut jeans and a top that clings to his delicious body.
    He climbs into bed once he's in his boxers and I curl up to his warm chest. I hook my leg over his legs, if only I could get closer to him. Bury myself into his skin. He holds me close until I have fallen asleep.
     I wake in a panting mess again. Why do I keep waking up so unsettled? I sit up trying to get my breathing under control. "Shh," Flynn says softly. "I'm here," he says as he sits up and wraps his arms around me.
"I'm scared," I admit. Why? I have no idea. He stokes my hair as he rests my face in his neck.
"I'm here, nothing is going to happen to you," he reassures me. Am I scared for myself? Or is it something else? Why am I so unsettled?
He gently pulls me with him into laying down again. My breathing returns to normal as I breathe in his scent. I drift back to sleep.
     When I wake I'm in bed alone. I carefully climb out of bed and pad towards the door. I head to the bathroom, I need a wee.
    I close the door behind me and sit on the toilet. My ribs are killing me again. I do my business and flush the chain. I wash my hands as I look in the mirror. I've definitely changed, I look happier, not so daunted.
     James, albeit dead still loomed over my life. Now he's in prison and I now know that Flynn is my everything. I brush my teeth and head downstairs. The dog is always with me. Last night, he was always there at my feet.
     They're all in the living room. I make my way to Flynn and curl up on him. "Ri, don't get comfy, I need to get your meds."
     I wrap my arms around his neck, "Take the day off Doctor. I'm fine," I kiss his cheek and he scowls at me. It's a good job I know if loves me with his constant scowling and grouchy mood. I'd literally wither away a die if he didn't.
Miley climbs on me and hugs me. "Morning Mommy," she says as she looks up at me.
"Morning honey," she's adorable. I kiss her head and then look at Flynn who's softened his gaze at me. I kiss his lips and I hear Tyler groan.
"We we're thinking of going to the lido again today, what do you think honey?" Mom asks.
I take another moment to feel Flynn's soft lips on mine before I pull away and look at Mom. "Mom," I protest. My bruises are all hideous.
"Please Mommy," Miley begs. I sigh but nod. I'll do it for her. My perfect little family. A wave of nausea hits me and I frown. I stand up and settle Miley on Flynn's lap.
I rush to the bathroom, "Ri?" I quickly shut the door and I lock it. I hunch over the toilet and lift the lid. My jaw tingles and I gag. I vomit into the toilet trying to keep my hair out of the way. "Ri!" Flynn calls through the door pounding on it. I groan, I hate being sick.
I puke again and sigh when I feel a bit better. I flush the toilet and lean against the wall. I breathe through my nose trying to settle myself. Flynn's banging on the door is doing me no favours.
I get up and rinse my mouth with water. Sloshing it around and around. I spit into the the sink and unlock the door. The door is hastily opened and Flynn grabs my face. His anxiety is absolutely ridiculous sometimes.
"Are you okay? I heard you being sick." I push him off me and walk towards the stairs. I need to brush my teeth, my mouth feels gross.
I quickly climb the stairs and I know he's following me. I can feel his eyes on me. When I reach the bathroom I spin and he abruptly stops. "Flynn, I'm fine. Just stop it!"
I sigh with frustration.
I don't need him to constantly hover around me. So I was sick, big deal. I turn back around and get to the task at hand. I proceed to brushing my teeth with him still lurking.
I look into the mirror and sure enough he's there, leaning against the door frame looking so fucking hot. My frustration with him slowly disintegrating into nothing. Only being replaced desire.
I spit into the sink and put my toothbrush back. I turn around biting my bottom lip. His eyebrow raises, "Shut the door," I pant. He follows my direction without taking his eyes off me. I hear the lock click into place.
I literally pounce on him and kiss him. So much lust and desire for him, only for him. I pull away and he growls. "Don't," he warns. "Get back here."
I flutter my eyelashes at him. I slowly start to strip for him and his demeanour changes, he swallows hard as he takes in my little show. Once I'm naked before him he quickly removes his clothes.
"You have my attention, baby, what's next?" Of all the ways he's taken me, it's just never enough. I skim his body with my finger. Starting from his thumping vein in his neck. Down to his pecs and then his hard abs.
I'm so wet at our little game that it has me squirming. "Why don't you decide?" I say breathlessly. He growls and pushes me towards the tub.
He bends me over so I have to grip the tub. "I think I remember wanting to do this many times," he grits out. I love him taking control. He said that he's the dominate in the bedroom department. I don't think I've seen half of what he's capable of.
He pushes my legs apart with his feet and slaps my backside. I groan preparing myself for what's to come. I move my head so I can see him behind me. He staring at my body with his parted lips.
He takes his cock in his hands and pumps it up and down. I need him inside me right now. "Flynn," I beg. His eyes meet mine.
"What do you want baby?"
"You, inside me. Now."
"You're such a delicious sight. I'm not sure you deserve it though." He continues to pleasure himself and although it's turning me on like fuck, I need him.
"Flynn, fuck me. Please," I beg. I go to move but he holds my back down with his free hand.
"Don't move. You just handed me the reins back. I'm in control and I want take control of your beautiful body so much." Mmm, that's fucking hot. Just like me, I'm literally catching fire from his gaze alone.
He bends down and retrieves an item of clothing. "Hands," he orders. I comply instantly. Unsure of what item he's using but he ties my hands behind my back.
He moves me so I'm laying on the edge of the bath. The edge of the cold bath digging into my chest between my boobs. His fingers feel around my pussy and he growls. "So wet for me baby." He withdraws them and puts them in his mouth all the while with his hand still on his hard cock. I whimper at the loss of his fingers.
"If I want to take care of you, you let me. I need to do that," he orders. "Say it."
I shut my eyes, I just need him to put the fire out. He slaps my backside again and I whimper. I bite my bottom lip. I am well and truly enjoying him exert his will against me. When I don't answer he slaps me again. "Say it."
He's got all the control. He needs this. This is what he's born to do. He's calm and collected as he toys with me. "You can look after me," I pant. "Now fuck me the way only you can."
He growls and thrusts into me. He grabs my hair and pulls. "Yes, only me. You're mine."
"Yes, yours," I agree. He pounds into me hard and fast. This may scare other girls, or even annoy them but I for one have never been so turned on.
He releases my hair and grabs my hips. He takes my body higher, the way only he can. His hands a bruising on my hips but that only heightens my building orgasm.
     All sorts of curses leave his panting lips and I moan. I'm so glad the bath is supporting me as I don't think my legs could. My legs are quivering, I'm mewling his name as if it's my lifeline. "Let go with me, baby."
    He slaps my ass I mumble through my orgasm. My body trembling as I ride through this high. Maybe all throws months of drinking and using drugs, this is what I was searching for.
   This feeling right here can't be found in a bottle or a needle. He's my own person brand of heaven. He growls out his release. Pulsing inside me over and over until our juices trickle down my legs.