Slow Down By Loose Ends Novels & Stories

“Paige, come help him.” I lower my voice, let command thread back through it, not to stop what’s happening, but to shape it. From here, I slow everything down. I set the pace. I give permission where it’s needed, and direction where it’s wanted. No one will find their release tonight until I allow it.

"Let's start with an IV and get you stable. We can talk more about your treatment later." I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Seven years together… We had gone to the beach to pick up seashells, listened to the waves at night. Climbed snowy mountains for five hours just to see the peaks showered in gold at sunrise. But most days, we were just at home. Zach would cut up a plate of fruit and pour two glasses of fruit juice. We would curl up on the couch, listening to each other breathe, getting impatient at the couples in the TV drama for their painfully slow romance.

If it’s three, this ends too fast, and I’m not ready for it to end. I can already see how far gone she is. Her body has sunk deep into subspace. Her mind has let go. The ropes are doing what they’re meant to do, anchoring her, grounding her, while giving her the freedom to surrender fully. That kind of drop makes it harder to draw the scene out, but it also makes it more intimate. Next time, I’ll do more.

But his movements don’t connect cleanly from one point to the next. I step forward just enough to change my angle, not closing the distance in a way that draws attention, but enough that I can track the transitions more clearly. His partner increases speed through the second pass of the sequence, forcing a tighter response, and Jesse follows it, but the shift comes a fraction later than it should, like the decision trails the motion instead of leading it. It’s not hesitation or uncertainty. But I can tell, it’s something else.

Don’t forget to slow down today. I stared at the message for a second, then smiled without even trying. It was such a simple thing, but it reached me in a way I didn’t expect. I didn’t reply right away. Instead, I took a small breath and let that one sentence settle. And slowly, without forcing it, I adjusted. I didn’t rush as much. I paused when I needed to. The day didn’t suddenly become easy, but it became manageable. And somewhere in between everything, I realized something,

The unnatural tension began to fade—not abruptly, but gradually, like something losing its grip. Selene stepped forward slightly, her voice low. “It’s retreating.” Raymond didn’t look away. “No,” he said. “It’s being pushed back.” Amber opened her eyes slowly, her breath even, her posture calm. “No,” she corrected gently. “It’s losing its hold.”

" With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin. Bright, vivid blood seeped out. It hurt terribly, but the pain cleared my mind.

I murmured, my words making him shudder. So he liked me to talk dirty to him. That might help divert his attention. “Is this good?” I asked as I opened his pants, and unzipped them, “If you feel like we're going too fast, I can stop, baby. But I want to feel how hard you are. Because you're hard for me, aren’t you?” He just shook his head before bringing a hand to my waist, his fingers tightening slightly as my fingers caressed the exposed area.

Stepping onto the tiled floor, a sense of renewed energy coursed through me. With damp hair trailing down my back, I made my way back to the bedroom. But I felt a sudden jolt in my body as I got slippery and my foot slipped. As my foot met the floor, it betrayed me, sending me into an ungraceful descent. Time slowed as I flailed, gravity asserting its dominance. I slipped and fell down. The world blurred, and with a sharp crack, darkness claimed me. Awareness returned in fragments, my surroundings started to get clear.

Because right now I don't ever want it to end. I feel myself building towards a climax, but it's unlike anything I've ever given myself. Normally I rush to the end and don't take my time, but this, I don't want to be over. As if he senses it, he slows down and licks me at a lazy pace. I feel his tongue dip lower and inside me and I moan so loudly I should be embarrassed.