Chapter 3: Power dynamic change
Once the initial rush was over, Meredith took time to really inventory the situation.
She’d pushed him onto the bed before she even fully understood why. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was leftover rage. Maybe it was the way he looked at her now — soft, flushed, trembling just slightly — like he was waiting to be touched. Inviting it.
She sat up and looked at him again. Before she had eaten him out like she was starving. Now she was going to savor him.
David spread his legs slowly, shy but knowing, watching her as she settled between them.
She paused for a moment, staring at what he’d become — delicate, wet, perfect. A part of her couldn’t believe it. Another part needed to believe it. Because if this was real, then she could do something he never did for her.
“You never went down on me,” she murmured, fingers brushing the inside of his thigh. “Not once. You said you didn’t like it.”
David exhaled shakily. “I didn’t want to give. I wanted to be worshipped.”
“And now?”
He didn’t answer with words — just shifted his hips slightly, legs falling open in quiet offering.
She lowered her head.
And for the first time in their history, she was the one in control. She was the one making him arch and gasp and tremble. Her mouth moved with care at first, then hunger. He whimpered. Moaned. Clutched the sheets and whispered her name between ragged breaths.
All while she thought: So this is what you kept from me. This is what you were afraid of. And it’s beautiful.
He came again, hard, back arching, thighs closing around her shoulders. And when it passed, he looked at her with glassy eyes, mouth parted, his whole body humming.
He smiled, flushed and spent, and rested his head against her chest.
They stayed like that a while — two people who once hurt each other, now bound by something stranger, deeper, and wildly more honest than anything they ever shared before.