Fiona
On the second morning after his brutal punishment at the hands of his father, Alexander woke with a full stomach and a fresh fit of energy. His back was healed, but now it was lumpy, swollen, and covered with bruises in a whole garish rainbow of colors.
“The doctor left these for you,” I told him, passing him a prescription bottle with ten big white pills inside. “For the pain, if you need it.”
Alexander didn’t hesitate. He twisted the cap off the bottle and popped two pills in his mouth immediately, swallowing them dry.
Sometimes he hid it so well, I wondered if the golden God even felt pain the way the rest of us do. Even alone with me, and even when he was drifting in and out of consciousness, Alexander hardly betrayed that he was in pain at all, despite the truly disturbing scene on his back and shoulders.
After taking the pills, he rose to stand and began to stretch out his arms.
“Bet it would still be good for you to rest today, though.” I looked up at him with what was supposed to be a strict expression.
But he turned around and smiled at me mischievously. “You just want to keep me in bed, don’t you?”
I chuckled. “Well, yes. At the doctor’s orders. For rest.”
He nodded solemnly, holding back a smile. If there was more, he must have decided to save it for later.
He wanted a shower now that he was feeling up for it. I took the opportunity to get out of the room for some fresh air and instructed a maid to change our bedsheets while I took a walk to the kitchen. I felt light in my step as I walked, surprised at how good I was feeling. I’d spent so much time lately feeling weak and tired.
I knew the reason for it was the close contact I’d had with Alexander this past day, as I’d been lying with him in bed, working to get him well. It wasn’t just his own recovery time. It had been healing for me as well.
I returned to our room just in time to lock the door behind me before Alexander came strolling out of the bathroom with a towel around his naked waist, letting the fragrant steam from the shower billow lazily into the bedroom.
He turned to me and smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back. It felt good to see him looking back to life, after watching his father whip him bloody, and then waiting patiently as he slept it off the next day.
“I think we should clear something up,” Alexander said, walking toward me slowly. The swagger in his step and the cocky grin on his face told me it wasn’t something serious.
“What’s that, hmm?”
“You said we needed to be careful until my back healed, right?” His voice was deep and rich, and I liked the playful tone in it.
I said, “Yes…”
“And the doctor said you needed to keep me in bed, right?”
“That’s correct.”
“Well, my back’s pretty well healed,” he said. “But I wouldn’t say no to another day of bedrest. But only if you stay and take care of me some more.”
I exhaled heavily and gave in before I could overthink a reply. My hand went to his hard chest and I pushed it with two fingers, marching him backward toward the bed. He went happily, wearing a self-satisfied smile.
Alexander
Nothing feels better than being alive and back on your feet after getting the shit beat out of you.
It’s true. It wasn’t just the pain medication, though that did help me finally get vertical again. But the rush of survival is its own drug with a high that lasts longer than any chemical.
Fiona appeared just as I was walking back into the bedroom. She was glowing, looking healthier than I’d seen her in a while. Her light blue eyes were bright and sparkling.
I told her I needed her to stay with me in bed today, and she didn’t resist.
My back was sore, but with the pain killers, it wasn’t too bad. It was such a relief to lie with my back flat – finally letting my body rest like it wanted to – and to top it off, I had Fiona on top of me. She was a vision.
I put my hands on her thighs, feeling her soft skin. She let me reach up and pull her panties to the side, rubbing her clit against my knuckles, and sat into my hand. I spread my fingers and pushed one up inside of her. Fiona gave a tiny gasp, arching her body into mine.
The towel that had been around my waist had now come undone, between the pulsing of my hardening body and Fiona straddling me. She was still fully clothed, having gone out for a walk in a sweet little blue dress. I wanted to tear it off. But I didn’t want to interrupt her when she was having fun.
Fiona pushed my hand away, wanting something bigger inside her than my finger. She widened her hips and sat into my lap. I used the skirt of her dress to pull her down into me harder, making her growl each time I felt her core tightening around me.
She put her hand on my face, bringing her thumb to rest on my bottom lip. And for a very brief moment I thought she was going to lean in and kiss me. But she lowered her face and pressed a kiss to my chest instead, running her lips along the shape of a well-defined muscle.
I couldn’t start getting back into my head about that.
I wrapped my arms around Fiona’s body and focused on giving her what she wanted. It was what we both needed. Her legs started shaking when I found the right rhythm to start setting her body off, and I kept giving it to her until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
But she liked it when I came inside her. She liked feeling my body giving in to its desire for her, I could tell. She wanted to feel me submitting to the pleasure of her touch. She came with me, pressing her eyes closed and digging her nails into my chest. Then she collapsed at my side, chest heaving and smiling blissfully, and curled up into me with her hand on my chest and her head in the crook of my shoulder.
