Good Things Come To Those Who Wait.
"Wait a minute," Parker said slowly, "You forgave him?!"
I nodded. Parker and Markey looked astounded. Ian stood nervously, against the wall. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now.
"Why?"
I shrugged. "He's my forever, Parker. I know you probably think I'm stupid, but it's true."
"You can't just forgive him like that!"
"I can," I couldn't help but insist. "And I did. I can't hold a grudge over my happiness."
Parker was going to say something else, but Marley held his hand.
"Khlo's right," she said, softly. "It was their fight, their choice. And don't tell me you'll let the person you love most leave you."
Parker looked away. I knew what he was thinking. Ian had hurt me, quite a lot. But I had hurt him too. More than Parker or Marley could understand. I left him when I knew we had something that would last forever.
Ian moved from the wall and stood next to me. "Remember when I didn't talk to any of for one whole year?" He asked Parker.
Parker nodded, surprised.
"I couldn't talk to you. I had already told all of you about this girl I was going to marry, my high school sweetheart. I was ashamed to tell you guys that she left me."
Parker's eyes widened in surprise. He hugged Ian briefly, surprising all of us. He hugged me after that, kissing my forehead.
"I'm not going to say that I'm okay with this, but I need some time to get used to the two of you."
Marley smiled. "I have work. I'll meet you guys for dinner?"
I nodded, looking at Parker for confirmation. He just nodded, before taking Marley's hand and walking out the door.
I collapsed on the couch, closing my eyes. Today was tiring at a lot of levels. I didn't expect all this. But I knew my friends would come to terms with it.
That was all love was about. To forgive, to move on and to find strength in each other. Maybe Ian wouldn't be my forever, after we'd been together for some time, but when he stopped being my forever, I would cross that bridge.
Right now, I had him, waiting for me, and I wouldn't let him go. I felt his hands on my shoulders, as he pressed the tension in my shoulders away.
I small groan left my lips as he continued, the initial pain turning into the best massage. I rested my head against the back, almost pulled into sleep by his massage.
"You have a bright future as a masseuse," I murmured.
"Are you sure you want me touching someone else's body?"
The massage forgotten, I looked up and glared at him. "No."
Ian smirked, chuckling. "That's what I thought."
I huffed, crossing my arms below my chest. Ian just pulled them apart, and turned me back as he continued the massage.
"Where are you going to stay?" I asked, when Ian came to sit next to me.
My head was in his lap, and he was stroking my hair. Ian shrugged. "I bought that penthouse."
I stilled, the memories of the penthouse running through me. Ian noticed the obvious change, then realization hit his face.
"I'm sorry, Khlo. I'll sell that one, and maybe this time both of us can choose where we want to live."
I smiled. "That sounds amazing."
He grinned, a predatory look crossing his face. I already knew that look. Just as I was going to get off him, he pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss got over too soon, as Ian pulled back.
"Up," Ian's voice was soft, but firm. I unsteadily stood on my feet, getting off his lap. He smiled, a hardly-there smile. "Strip."
I was surprised. Slowly, looking him in the eyes, I took off my shirt. Then my jeans followed, until I finally stood in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
The pale green lace was stuck to my body, enhancing the curve of my breasts, the panties so thin, they were barely there. I wanted to hide myself in the safety of my arms, but I didn't.
Ian raised his eyebrows when I didn't make any move to take off the underwear. I slowly reached back, unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor, my breasts heaving a sigh of relief. I wiggles out of my now wet panties, gasping when the cool air touched my bare pûssy.
"You're so beautiful," Ian murmured, his eyes taking in my entire body. A blush made way across my face, and I looked away.
"Do you want to play, Khloe?" Ian asked, his voice soft. "If you don't, that's okay."
I looked at him. He was serious. Did I want to play? I didn't even know why he asked me that question. "I want to play," I answered. Then I added, "Sir."
"Go to the bedroom, lie down, and don't even touch yourself."
I nodded, making my way across the hall, to the bedroom. I lied down, my hands to my side, itching to touch myself. My nípples were already hard as rocks, my pûssy damp. The only sound I could hear was that of my breathing. I heard the door close, and a frown made way across my face.
Did Ian just leave? I wanted to get up and check, so so badly. But I knew that if he was there, inside the house, I would probably be punished. I knew the instant moment when the air conditioner kicked in, the cool air caressing my body, making me hot.
My hands moved, wanting to pinch my pebbled nipplés, wanting to push fingers inside my core, just as I used my brain and put my hand back down.
The five long minutes after which Ian came in seemed like five years to me. My eyes found his, and he smirked at me. The small briefcase in his hand caught my notice.
Curiosity filled me. I watched silently as he opened the case, and took out a flogger. My breathing hitched, coming out in short, hard breaths. My body already tingled with anticipation, and my pussý only grew wet.
"You already know what this is, Kitten. Safe word?"
I thought about it. I knew I was risk by saying the word, but I wanted to get past it. And I wanted to get past it with Ian. "Baby."
His face turned stoic, before he nodded calmly. "You have it, Khlo."
"Anything else in there?" I couldn't help the words that left my lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The smirk on his face made me want to laugh.
He went to my cupboard, and picked out four scarfs. My hands were tied to the bed, and so were my legs. I was open, vulnerable, but all I could concentrate on was Ian.
Ian.
"You have a beautiful body," Ian said, as his hand caressed my breasts. He stood up, and in the next instant, the flogger hit my areola. A moan left my lips, and I gasped as he hit the other breast, in perfect synchronization.
The next hit landed on my erect nípples, and a breath left my lips. Ian was a predator, I was the prey. And god, did I love being the prey.
"I love you," each word was punctuated with a hit of the flogger. A loud moan left my lips as the last smack hit my clit. My hips pushed up, wanting more of the contact.
My breasts felt heavy with need, my pússy on fire. I needed Ian, and I needed him now.
"Ian," I whimpered. "Take me."
He looked at me, eyes dark and lustful. His eyes still on me, he took off his clothes, and my gaze ran down his body. I frowned when I saw a wound, a line running through his shoulders. A raw wound.
Before I could ask what it was, Ian dropped his pants, and my eyes seemed the fine cock that jutted out. He was already so hard, so delicious.
"Fuck me," I whispered.
He got on the bed above me, his eyes blazing into mine. Placing a kiss on my lips, he made my body go jelly as his expert kissing skills took over.
"My hands," I whispered, "Untie them."
He looked up at me, and whatever he saw on my face killed the protest that was on his lips. He untied my hands, turning and freeing my legs as well.
I pushed my hands in his hair, pulling his face down to mine, kissing him hard. Using one hand, I reached down and put the tip of his cock in my pússy.
Ian groaned as I clenched just the head of his cóck. Using all my strength, I pushed him down on the bed, mounting him.
A long moan left me, and a groan escaped his lips as I slid down on his cock, clenching my core. I knew he could feel every corner of my core, and all I could think about while moving up and down his cóck was how perfect this moment was.
Ian's hands fitted themselves on my hips, helping move up and down, giving me momentum. My body was on fire, and I could feel the all familiar rushes coming.
Ian pulled me down, latching his mouth onto my nípple, pulling it, suckling it. "Come Khlo," his rough words were accentuated with a hard bite on my nípple.
With that one action, the floodgate opened. Long moans escaped me as an orgasm filled my body. Ian cursed as he came inside me. I fell on his shoulder, as his cóck softened inside me.
I felt him wince, and I realized that my head was on his injured shoulder. I pulled back up.
"What's this?" I softly touched the wound.
Ian looked away. I pulled his face to mine.
"Ian?"
"It's nothing."
I pursed my lips. "Ian."
"When I left that day, I went to the hotel I'm staying at. And when I was exercising, I did too much, I worked too much. The rod fell on me."
"Oh my god."
"It's nothing baby," he softly spoke.
I looked into his eyes. "You do shit like that again, I'll castrate you."
As I put my head on his other shoulder, his laugher filled the room. No matter what we are, no matter what happened between us, we would always have the love.
And that's all that mattered.
Forever.
