He lifts the document, and in one swift moment, tears it in two.
Both my eyes and my mouth widen in surprise, a distinct tingle travelling my spine.
“No one is ever going to have this power over you again, Lauren.” He stacks the two pieces, and turns them, ripping that in two, and another tingle crosses my midsection, and then he repeats the process, again, and again, until there’s nothing but tiny squares of paper covering the bed.
With each rip, I feel the power return to my body, tear by tear the tingling of power returns to my limbs, just faint, to begin with, then increasing, spreading out from my stomach down my legs, up my torso, and through my arms.
Even my fingertips are tingling.
“And just to be extra sure that no one can revive this particular contract by sticking it back together,” Sidney says, reaching for a small metal bowl. “I’m going to burn it.”
He scoops up the pieces, picking at the ones that stick to the blankets, and drops them in the bowl, then fishes out a box of matches and with a quick flick of his wrist, sets the matches alight.
It takes a moment for the flame to take hold of one of the jagged edges.
I watch in awe. I want to help, but for some reason I feel that if I move, if I speak, I’ll break this spell, the spell that Sidney is inadvertently casting, this unbinding he’s performing, without even being aware of it, to set me free.
Even breathing could undo it, I think, and even though I don’t believe that I still find myself holding my breath.
As the flame licks the edges, and finally catches hold, it feels like it is my own body that’s on fire, but not in a painful, burning way, more in the way the confidence bursts back through my system, the knowledge I have that my life is now mine to control, magic and power mine to give and share as I see fit.
“You’re free, Lauren,” Sidney says, catching my gaze. “And I mean that in every way. If you want to leave, you are free to do that, but—” he presses a finger against my lips, before I can even think about opening my mouth. “If you choose to stay, I would love that. So very much. And if you do choose to stay, I would help you find your family, and bring them here if that’s what they wanted, or help them in whatever way they need, and I would look after you, properly, the way you should be looked after.”
His gaze is boring into mine, and he seems to hold his breath.
I can’t speak, at first. My brain is a whirr with everything that has just happened, being given back my power, and my freedom, and invited to live with Sidney in his luxurious home, and being told he will help me find my family.
It’s all my dreams come true, everything I ever fantasised that I would do if I ever got my powers back, even setting free the other women who were enslaved with me: it’s all been done.
I feel such a growing sense of power in me, that even without my magic my wishes came true. And if Mitchell and Sidney rule together, then perhaps my entire vision can come true, a world without slavery, where everyone is free.
“You’ll need time to think about it,” Sidney speaks again, his words a whisper. “It’s so much to take in. You don’t need to answer now. Take as much time as you need.” He stands. “I’ll go. I’ll send someone up with food, you must be starving, and give you some space to absorb everything I’ve said.”
He starts to slip his hand out of mine, but I grip it tight.
“You won’t go anywhere, Master Sidney,” I say, holding his gaze. “You’ll stay right here, and fuck me again, and again, and again, until we’re both so exhausted we can’t move.”
He raises a brow. “Is all this fucking, like, a ‘good bye, best make the most of it because I won’t ever see you again’, sort of fucking?”
I laugh, and lean forward to press my lips against his.
“This is a, ‘I’m staying, but we’ve lost so much time already, so we need to make up for it’, type. Making love, if that sounds better, except I like it when you’re all tough and rough and dominant, and I’m not sure exactly how ‘loving’ that is.”
He laughs. “If you love it, then I’d say it’s still ‘loving’.” He holds his forehead against mine. “And if that’s what you’re after, Mistress Lauren, then you’d best be getting out of this bed, and out of those clothes, because there’s no way I can do that with your body covered up the way it is.”
I giggle, and Sidney stands so I can throw back the covers.
I slide out of bed, wincing a little as my feet hit the floor.
“Are you all right?” Instantly the domineering facade is gone, and there’s worry again in Sidney’s eyes.
“Just a little rolled ankle,” I say, testing it out. I grin. “Won’t matter if I’m on my knees, though, will it?”
He grins, and that sparkle returns to replace the worry.
I slip of my top, and my bra, removing the soft pants I vaguely remember being dressed in before I was put into bed.
Once I’m naked, I ease myself so I’m sitting on my knees, right in front of Sidney, and peer up at him, making my eyes as wide and innocent as I can.
“Is this what you want, Master?”
Sidney grins, and there’s that hungry look in his eyes now.
“Better,” he says. “Now, show me how much you want my cock.”
I rub my nose against his hard cock, through the material of his pants, as I fumble with the fastening.
“I need your cock so bad,” I whisper, feeling it throb under my touch. “I want it so much.”
Finally I get his pants undone, and pull them down, his cock springing free, and I clasp it in one hand, covering the end with my mouth.
He groans, and I glance up. This time he’s watching me, and I hold his gaze as I bob, watching as his pupils grow bigger.
I release him, circling his head with my tongue, sliding it up and down his shaft, and then taking it in my mouth again.
“Damn, Lauren,” he whispers, his voice husky. “That feels so good.”
He weaves his fingers through my hair, and I open my throat, letting him control the thrusts. I’m wet already, so turned on by how this is playing out. Sidney goes deep, and I gag, and he pulls away, making smaller thrusts this time, moaning all the while.
“Damn, Lauren.” He pushes me away, turning to one side.
“That’s got to stop,” he says. “Otherwise I’m going to come, and that’ll be the end of me. I want this to last a lot longer.”
I stay kneeling, waiting for him to catch his breath and give me another order.
“Right,” he says, looking at me again. “On the bed, on your back, legs spread.”
I scramble up onto the bed as fast as I can. My cleft is throbbing, desperate for his cock, and I lick my lips with anticipation as he climbs on the bed between my legs.
But he doesn’t fuck me, yet.
Instead he kneels between my legs, and lowers his mouth to my cleft.
Sidney’s tongue slides over my folds, delving between them as though to taste every inch of me.
He pushes his tongue inside me, his head jerking back and forwards as he thrusts with his tongue, and then he stops, and slides the width of it over me again.
“You taste amazing.” The growl of his voice sends a shiver down my spine, and I’m sure makes me even more wet than I was before
He returns to his exploration, as my body begins to writhe underneath him.
When his tongue finds my clit, I jolt like I’ve been hit by lightning. A muffled laugh escapes from his lips, and he does it again.
Then a hand sneaks up to cover my breast, kneading and squeezing, and his other hand slides up between my legs, two fingers inserted between my thighs.
“Sidney.” My voice is breathy. There’s pleasure spiralling in my groin, building up in a way I’ve never experienced this before.
The fingers inside me start stroking, and the ones on by breast start tweaking and rolling my nipple, and then his tongue works my clit, and before I know it fireworks are shooting out the top of my head
and my whole body is arching, my legs spread as wide as they can reach to give him full access.
It takes me a moment to realise he’s stopped touching me. My body is still reacting, my hips giving little thrusts, moans still escaping my lips.
Now Sidney moves his way up my body, arms either side of my chest supporting his weight, so his chest is only just pressing against my breasts.
He presses his lips against mine, and I can taste my juices on his lips. His tongue pushes between my teeth, and rubs against my own tongue.
“See how sweet you taste,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “So sweet.”
I grin, and press my lips against his again, pushing him so he rolls over onto his back and I am on top.
His erection is rubbing against my center, and I raise my hips a little, adjusting them so that when I lower them Sidney’s cock slides up inside me.
“I like this,” he says, giving a couple of slow thrusts with his hips to ease it deeper.
“What should I do now, Master?” I whisper into his ear.
A shudder travels his body.
“You should ride me,” he says, pushing me so I’m sitting up on him. “Ride me like you’ve never ridden anyone before.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“That’ll be easy.”
He tilts his head to one side.
“How about this?” he asks, dropping his voice into a menacing growl. “Ride me like your life depends on it.”
I begin by rocking my hips back and forwards, grinding against his cock.
It feels so good. I lean forward a little, my hands pressing against his chest for support, and I find if I lower myself a little, and angle my pelvis the right way then not only is his cock stroking my insides, by my clit is rubbing against him, too.
“Play with yourself,” he says, bringing his arms up to lock his fingers behind his head.
I glance up to see the smirk in his eyes, and push myself up again, so I have use of my hands.
“Like this?” I ask, taking a breast in each hand, and squeezing and massaging them.
“Good start. Keep going.”
I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations as I roll my nipples between my fingers, tweaking and pulling them.
“Don’t forget your clit, too.”
His voice dips again, and when I open my eyes, I can see by his wide pupils, and slightly parted lips, just how much this is turning him on.
I keep a hand on one breast, and lower the other to brush through the curls covering my mound.
I watch his face as his gaze drops to what my hands are doing. I find my clit, applying pressure to the little nub in short circular motions.
I keep riding his cock, sliding over him in short sharp movements, as I massage my breast and rub my clit.
“That’s so sexy.” He breathes the words, and I can’t help but increase my speed, biting my lip as the sensations begin to spiral up my spine.
“So fucking sexy.” He bites his lip, a groan escaping as he watches. “Come for me, Lauren,” he says. “Make yourself come for me.”
This time, my orgasm builds slowly, and I’m somehow aware of every inch of my body in a way I’ve never been before. It all feels like it’s on fire, as heat tingles across my skin, sending my nerve endings sparking.
“Oh, Sidney!”
I moan his name as I come, leaning forward to increase the movement of his cock inside me.
Sidney reaches up to cup my face, and I lower myself, so my breasts are pressed against his chest, and our lips meet.
“That feels so good,” I gasp, as his hands grip my hips and take hold, and he starts thrusting below me, his thick girth stroking my insides.
I’m coming again, already, and he holds me tight as he pounds me, his strength overwhelming so I can do nothing but lay on top of him as he fills me.
He moans as he comes, his thrusts slowing down as he fills my insides.
When he stops, we both lay still, grasping each other as we catch our breath.
All of a sudden he flips me over, holding my wrists tightly either side of my head, his mouth so close to mine, and yet still not touching.
I can’t help but give a soft yelp as another bolt of desire shoots through my body.
“You liked that?” His voice is a growl.
“I loved it,” my voice is husky in response.
“Then we’ll be doing that again, and again. And anything else we come up with, again, and again, and again.”
I arch my neck so I can press my lips against his.
“I look forward to it.”
“You’re an amazing woman,” he says, holding my gaze. “I love you, Lauren.”
The look in Sidney’s eyes is so intense, that my heart feels like it’s going to burst, and for a moment I can’t speak. I kiss him again, instead.
“I love you, too, Sidney.”
Chapter 14
I wake the next morning feeling very strange.
I’m still in Sidney’s bed, and though he is not there is still a warm indent where he must’ve laid, so I know he’s not been gone long.
I don’t think it’s the fact that I’m still here, or that we declared our love for each other or that he has basically promised to make me his life partner.
I examine my body, trying to identify the strangeness.
There’s the wonderful after glow from the amazing sex we had the day before, several times, over the course of the afternoon and evening, but there’s something else too. It takes me a moment to figure out what it is.
Nausea.
My stomach feels all churned up. But it’s not any sickness I’ve experienced before. In fact, I’m fairly certain I’ve never felt like this in my whole life.
Sidney returns with a plate loaded with the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever seen, eggs and bacon and tomatoes and mushrooms and baked beans.
My stomach gurgles at the sight of it, but then the smell hits me, and instead of salivating at the scent, I find my stomach lurching.
I cover my mouth.
“I’m so sorry,” I say. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… the smell. It’s making me feel ill.”
Sidney frowns for a moment, looking from me to the food and back again.
“Are you not hungry?”
“I am. I just… I can’t eat that right now. Normally I’d love it. But, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m just not feeling well. Something’s not right.”
“Okay. I’ll take it away.” Sidney makes it to the door, before he turns back, a curious expression on his face.
“You don’t know what’s wrong, did you say?”
I nod apologetically.
“The only thing I can think is that it’s a delayed reaction from suppressing all that magic the other day, or maybe from regaining all my power yesterday.” I shake my head. “I’m sure it will pass.” I wasn’t sure, but I had to hope it would, I didn’t want to be like this for the rest of my life. “I just need something basic, maybe some dry toast?”
Sidney’s eye light up, and he grins. “Dry toast? I can do that.”
He leaves, and I take several deep breaths, trying, unsuccessfully to calm my churning stomach.
When he returns he has a tray with the toast, and a long narrow box.
“What’s this?”
Sidney looks at me.
“You can read other people’s energy, right?”
I nod.
“So, you knew I was infertile because of my energy, and the same with my brothers.”
I nod again.
“And you knew when Stacey was pregnant because you could see it in her?”
I feel a little frustrated at stating the obvious. “Yes.”
“Can you see your own energy?”
I frown. What is with these questions? “Not in the same way. Why?”
Sidney takes the box from the tray, and passes it to me.
“Once you’ve eaten your toast, I suggest you go to the toilet, and
use this.”
I look at the box, and then at Sidney. He has a strange smile spreading across his face.
My heart starts pounding.
“Is this what I think it is?” The box is blank, just a simple, plain white box. I’ve never seen one shaped like this before in my life, and yet there’s something about the glint in Sidney’s eyes, and the smirk on his face, and somehow I just know what this box holds.
“Is this a pregnancy test?”
Sidney grins.
“Two days after Stacey moved into her rooms, she started to feel ill. It wasn’t the scent of breakfast that turned her off her food though, it was the flowers, just outside her window. I had to have to gardener trim all the flowers buds just before they bloomed, else she’d be sick for the whole day.” As he speaks the smile on his face just grows wider.
“Now, you could be right. This could be a delayed response to your attempt to suppress your magic, or from your body trying to balance itself again after all your power returning in such a big rush, but it could, might, maybe, be this. A baby. Our baby.”
Now the butterflies are in a frenzy in my gut.
I look at the toast. “I don’t think I can eat that, now.” I give him a reproachful look. “You’re going to make me starve with conversation like this.”
He leans forward, and gives me a peck on the forehead.
“Do you want to try it out? See what it says? I’m told it can show a false negative if we test too early, but I have a whole box of them, so we could probably test hourly for the next month and still be fine.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“You bought that many pregnancy tests?”
He shrugs. “I was all excited. I’d fertilised a woman, for the first time in my life. I wanted a test to tell me for certain, not just wait until Stacey started to feel movement. And then I read that if you test too early it can show a negative, even if you are pregnant, so I bought some extras, just in case. And then I figured there’d be plenty more pregnancies to be testing for, with fifteen of you to impregnate, so I bought in bulk. I may have gone a teensy bit overboard.”
I shake my head. “Nothing like being prepared, is there?”
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