31. Lily

The shock had been immense.

Seeing him here, in my office, the past and the present slamming together so hard it left me spinning.

I had so many emotions vying for my attention it made me dizzy.

I wanted to kiss him, to take him right then and there, and that was quickly displaced by my wanting to slap him for leaving me in the first place, which was then supplanted by tears that wanted to stream down my face out of sadness, longing, desperation… I couldn't even tell what the emotion was, it was that complex.

But I believed him.

Was I a fool? Maybe.

But I was a fool in love, and being with him in that tiny intimate space made all the darkness and poison that'd infected my veins and our memories together vanish in an instant… like he was the relentless cure to my affliction.

And that was all it was — an affliction that I had allowed to spread and take over my life. I'd been living under a dark cloud, snapping at anyone who came near me because I had chosen to believe the worst about him… when it was the farthest from the truth.

And knowing he was right there, right in front of me, right now made my hormones go through the roof. He looked as trim and fit as he had all those years ago and I immediately wondered if he tasted as good too.

I locked the door and felt the now unfamiliar jolt of excitement at getting up to some hijinks while the world watched on.

I tasted his lips first, getting them nice and juicy, and scrambled at his pants so I could fall to my knees before him. Gone was the prissy, uptight madam of the Prize Pool — at least, with this male — and I took him in my mouth and tasted that familiar sweet tang of his pre-cum.

Yummy.

I used both hands to work at him, rocking him back on his heels and into the desk as I took what I wanted, what I was desperate for.

I was pleased when he groaned in the back of his throat and placed his hands on my head. He didn't force me onto his cock — he didn't need to — as I was happily doing it myself.

While I tasted him, I licked my fingers and rubbed at myself, warming myself up for the main event.

I was ready for it.

I stood up and he placed his hands on my hips to put me against the table, but I resisted and instead climbed on top of him and slid him inside me.

I groaned as I took his full size and after the hiatus, my pussy protested a little, but all it really needed was a little coaxing… and as I slowly lowered myself onto him, his juices mixed with mine and gave me the purchase I needed.

He leaned back and I placed my hands on his shoulders and lost myself in his eyes as I pumped up and down on his large, throbbing member, the knowledge that this was forbidden, that it wasn't allowed, that he shouldn't have even been here… all combined to bring me to orgasm almost instantly.

I threw back my head and Ohara pressed his hand to my mouth to trap the screams of delight in my throat, knowing some of the Prizes were in the very next room.

I slid my tongue into his mouth as a better way to silence those cries.

Ohara placed his hands on my hips and helped drive me deeper, harder, onto his cock.

My legs were dead weight and Ohara sat up, turned me around in mid-air, placed me against the desk, bent me over it, and thrust into me from behind.

Oh, yeah!

After two thrusts, I realized the problem. I shook my hand and motioned for him to move the desk back against the wall — each of his thrusts were shoving the desk back an inch at a time, making shrieking noises.

Ohara did as I bid — as always — and lifted the desk as though it was nothing more than a paperweight.

I bent back over the desk and his cock found my opening again like a laser-guided missile. Now he could pump as hard as he liked and the desk didn't make a noise.

But I might, so I clapped a hand over my mouth and moaned around it.

He placed his foot on the desk beside me and used the extra downward angle to thrust harder inside me. He was really striking my g-spot now!

Of all the things I thought I would be doing with the Lead Guard… this was the very last thing I expected!

Ohara grunted under his breath as he spilled his seed inside me, one thrust after another driving it deeper.

Finally, he came to a stop and we both just stood there, gasping for oxygen.

I felt good. Very good.

Better than I had in, oh, let's see… five freakin' years!

I was not a needy person but I always liked to hug after sex. Ohara picked me up and wrapped his arms around me, rocking me steadily back and forth, locked in tight. We kissed sporadically, eyes shut and languishing in the moment.

"I feared you would forget about me," Ohara said. "That I had taken too long in returning to you."

"I could never forget you," I said. "You are my fated mate. I did try to hate you, but it really was just a shield to protect myself."

"Protect you from what?"

"From in case I never saw you again. It's easier to live with the memory of someone when you hate them than when it's one-sided love."

Ohara pulled back from me and gently stroked my cheek. "It was never one-sided. Never. And it never will be. If we had met sooner, if we had met somewhere else… then we never would have had to pay these five years. But we're together now and nothing is going to ever force us apart."

I liked listening to his words, but there was still a splinter of doubt in my mind. After all, I'd thought we would never be parted before either.

"I'm going to get you out of here," Ohara said. "I'm going to get us both free of this place."

I smiled at him, hoping that he could achieve what he said he would but I had become more realistic in the years we'd been parted.

I would hope but I would not expect. That was the key to ensuring you never got too disappointed.

We got dressed and rearranged the furniture so it was back to its old form.

Ohara zipped me up and kissed me on the base of the neck.

"Thanks," I said.

He put his helmet back on and it snapped into place. Despite the visor, I could picture his features now, plain as day.

"Ready?" I said.

He nodded and we left my office. On the way out, I said:

"—but if you hear of anything else, just let me know."

Ohara followed me to the front entrance, turned, and left. I admired his ass for a moment before I shut the door behind him and turned to the Viewing Room.

"That guard gives me the creeps," Erishia, my assistant, said. "He just stares and doesn't say anything."

No, I thought. But he sure does a lot. I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks.

Erishia noticed it and cocked her head to one side. "He made you angry, huh?" she said. "Yeah. I feel angry just looking at him. I don't know how you put up with him."

It's a struggle, all right, I thought. Riding him was like riding a bucking bronco. You had to hold on and do the best you could.

"Don't worry about him," I snapped at her, adopting my usual persona. "Focus on your tasks. Get them done or maybe I'll put you up front for the first round of the Champions tonight."

Erishia beat a hasty retreat and snapped to it.

I didn't know how Ohara was going to bust me out of here. I'd tried every method I could find in the past five years and found no way. But maybe Ohara would succeed where I had failed.