Текст книги "Save Us"
Автор книги: Cynthia Dane
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Chapter 9
KATHRYN
How can men be so predictable and yet keep surprising me?
I predicted that Ian would want to fuck me at work at some point. What I did not predict was a blowjob and a further quickie in a closet in between a meeting and heading down to The Grand to see the latest renovations.
The man is nuts. And it turns me on.
“Good girl,” he growls into my ear, bending me over a tiny table and lifting my skirt. “Nice and wet.”
If he says so! This has gone by so quickly that I haven’t had time to stop and think, Gee, am I wet yet? Guess we’ll find out when he shoves it in!
I mean, I’m guessing I’m wet. I feel like I’ve been perpetually wet since yesterday morning, when I had that delicious sex dream and woke up to my Dom’s cock sliding into me. Then he took me back to his place after work, where I cooked him a simple but scrumptious dinner using whatever I found around his house. Usually I’m a mediocre cook, but that spaghetti came out fine.
Then Ian drew us a bath, where he kissed me all over and I washed every inch of his body.
Then he took me to bed. And took me.
Today I did not wake up to him knocking on my doors. Instead, I woke up to him still sleeping, arm flung over me and mumbling something about taxes and investments. It was adorable.
Now we’re here, in this closet. When our meeting finished, I knew something was up when Ian took me by the wrist and guided me down an empty hall.
I love it when he drags me somewhere for a quickie. Do you know how hot it is when your man wants you so badly that he’ll corner you in the office, whisper in your ear, grab your ass, and then haul you in your heels down for whatever the fuck he wants?
Yeah, me neither until a few weeks ago. Not until that presentation in front of the council when Mr. Ian Mathers took me to a room and fucked my brains out.
Today he’s all about his pleasure. Makes sense, considering the long scene we’ve been having for a day and a half. I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how reasonable he’s been as a lifestyle Dom. I knew this shoe was going to drop, though, and now here we are, me taking my mouth off his hard dick and getting bent over so he can fuck me.
This isn’t the lovemaking from last night. This is full-on something else.
I gasp into a dingy corner of the maintenance closet as Ian spanks me. Not hard, but enough to make me quiver and know what he’s going to do to me.
“They have words for the kind of woman who does this sort of thing.”
Don’t I know it.
Ian’s cock is about one inch away from my opening. The anticipation kills me, and I lose myself all over my thighs. I would’ve been embarrassed a few weeks ago. Now? I love how it riles Ian up and makes him growl one of the foulest words a man can utter to a woman.
I’m debased, and I love it. Fuck me up, man.
He slaps his hand over my mouth as he thrusts into me. Good thing, and even better timing. It catches me so much by surprise that I cry out loud enough to alert someone in the halls.
We’re being kinky, but we don’t want to be caught. I don’t even think we’re getting off on the prospect of being caught. We’re lost in our own world of sudden sex and debauchery. It’s for us. It’s private. It’s something that could get us in big trouble if we were caught.
I can safely say, though, that I don’t give a shit about what could get us in trouble once Ian is inside me, fucking me with the intent of getting us both off as quickly as possible.
We’re due for lunch somewhere, after all.
“You like it like this?” His words sink in along with his cock, and here I am, trying to decide which I want to pay more attention to. “You like it when I fuck you like this on a whim?”
“Yes, sir.” I can barely speak with my mouth pressed against the wall. Shit, I can barely speak with this man fucking me like my sole purpose in life is to be fucked. “Thank you, sir.”
He likes it when I thank him. Not that he’s ever said it, but I can tell from the way he reacts every time I say those words.
“Do you want to come, darling?” Ian’s other hand moves from my breasts to my slit. His finger carefully strokes my clit, and my knees buckle. The only reason I don’t fall down is because he’s got me impaled. “Do you want me to come with you?”
My knuckles turn white as I clench this table. “Yes, sir!”
He pulls my hair, worn down today. “Then take my cock until you can’t anymore.”
Those aren’t the last words he says to me. I’m almost embarrassed to share what else he says, because Ian is fully in “debase my sub” mode, and as much as I love it, it’s the kind of loving it that I want to keep completely to myself. If you knew what he’s started calling me these past two days, I would die. Die.
I feel like I’m dying anyway, because my body is completely accepting of Ian’s cock stroking my G-spot and his fingers rubbing my clit.
I’m not going to last ten more seconds. Orgasm has already started to spread through me, and if I were under orders to not come, I would disobey them without meaning to. I’m past my rebellious phase of being Ian Mathers’s sub. I want to please him. I want to be pleased by him. Go ahead, Ian. Fuck me until I can’t walk out of this closet without your help.
Boom. I’m done.
“Ian!” My voice is completely muffled by his hand, but the intent is still there. Everything in my pelvis strives to keep him inside me. No more thrusting. No more games. Come inside me now or suffer the consequences!
I may be a sub, but my body has other ideas, you know.
“Fuck you feel so good.” I know that grunt. As shivers wrack my body, I try to relax my core in preparation of Ian’s orgasm. “Take me, baby.”
I do.
Moans of pure ecstasy spill into his hand. I don’t see the wall in front of me anymore because there’s that hot white light before my eyes. It’s not just my climax. It’s his too, releasing inside of me, touching me in my innermost places and marking me as his for who knows… maybe the twentieth time since we started this debacle.
He’s right. It feels so good. Physically, mentally… emotionally.
“Shit.” Slowly, Ian pulls out, lowering the leg he was holding up and making sure my blouse is straightened out. I remain bent over, reveling in my good feelings and the sensation of him still inside me. Who knew that two months ago this would be one of my favorite parts of lovemaking? “I think we both needed that.”
Sure. I didn’t know until now, but sure, Ian.
He zips himself up and helps me pull down my skirt. I’m under no delusion that wearing pants is a good idea this week. It may be cold outside, but I’m happy to wear my limited selection of skirts if it means easy access for my Dom. Sheesh, what’s gotten into me? I’m really in the sub’s mindset this week. I don’t know if that pleases me or makes me worry even more.
Who the fuck am I?
Ahaha. I don’t care.
There’s a bathroom across the hall. Naturally, I make a beeline for it before we leave for lunch, because, uh, yeah.
“Katie.” Ian puts his hand around my wrist, stopping me in the middle of the hall. “No.”
Is he kidding? My panties are filling with his seed as we speak. I packed a spare in my bag for this reason, but…
“I want to make sure you know that you’re mine, lovely.” Ian stands before me, cupping my face in his hands and looking at me with languid hazel eyes. I’d be comforted… if we were home. Instead, we’re in an office building, dressed to go out for lunch and then take a tour of The Grand. “I want you to be aware of it for every moment until I tell you that you can clean up. Besides…” He pulls me into his embrace, grabbing my ass and licking my throat. “You’re not leaving this building unless you know who you are to me.”
He’s kidding, right? Not exactly the healthiest thing in the universe.
Damn if it’s not hot.
“I want you to see how far you’ve come since our first night at my place,” he whispers into my ear. “And I want to know that anyone sniffing around you would be in for a rude surprise should they get their hands on you.”
We both know that would never happen. But in fantasy land, where we’re still trapped, it’s a possibility that some other hot man would come along and sweep me off my feet, making off with me caveman style and trying to fuck me in some restaurant bathroom. Oh, yeah, baby. Then he would rip apart my underwear to find out, uh oh, already spoken for!
Oh God, I’m laughing. That is not the response Ian wanted.
“Let’s go get lunch.”
I at least convince him to let me wash my hands. And him as well, because you know, rubbing a woman’s clit before eating lunch isn’t the most hygienic thing.
Then again, neither is what’s going on between my legs.
Lunch is down the street, at a cozy – but expensive – restaurant that gets a lot of traffic at this time of day. I walk awkwardly, panicking as I feel things move and my own propriety tested. Of course, nobody around us knows what’s happened, what’s going on between my legs. Only Ian knows. Which makes him so arrogant as he curls his hand around my waist as he informs me that he will be paying for lunch.
I could say something. If I weren’t wearing this collar, I would dither between insulting him or rolling my eyes. One nice thing about the collar is that I don’t have to think about anything unless I really want to.
We sit next to each other at a curved table. Ian orders for me, which unnerves me at first, except he ordered something I would more than likely pick for myself anyway. I don’t say no to a glass of Chardonnay. I need it.
“So how is it?” he asks me over the rim of his glass.
“How’s what?”
I’m cleaning out my purse while we wait for lunch. One of those things I do when I need to kill some time, because as you ladies know, if you don’t stay on top of that shit mushrooms will start growing and you’ll never realize when you’re down a tampon at the most pivotal moment. Or both. Yuck.
Ian watches with mild interest. I pluck receipts from my wallet and bunch them up into a pile to be thrown out later.
“Anything. How’s anything?”
I glance at him, at that smug look on his face. I know what he means. “Squishy.”
That took care of that smugness right quick.
“You have such a way with words.” His chin rests on my shoulder, breath hot in my ear, not that I need the stimulation. When his hand curls against my thigh, however, I sigh. “No wonder you’re an accomplished grant writer. Maybe you should write a grant for the hotel.”
Before I can say anything, I’m cut off by an all-too-familiar voice.
“Ha! Finally caught you two in the act.”
Both Ian and I frown. Eva Warren, on the other hand, is grinning like she discovered the secret of all moon landing conspiracies.
My frown is embarrassment. Eva knows that I’m seeing Ian, but she has no idea about the BDSM aspect. Why would she? Ian and I are supposed to be Doms. No way he would submit to me, so why would I submit to him?
Ian is frowning because Eva loves making his life hell.
“Yes, you caught us.” Ian takes his hand off me and holds both in the air, as if Eva were holding a gun. “”Two consenting adults having lunch together.”
Eva looks at me, the woman with this asshole’s seed still swimming around down there. Fuuuuck me.
“Haven’t heard from you in a while, dearest Kathryn. This man taking up all your time?”
“Hardly.” I clear my throat. “I mean, you’ve been busy with school.”
“Uh huh. I’ve got another break right now, though, so I’m meeting some schoolmates here for lunch soon. Ah, but when I saw you two, I had to come by and say hello.” Eva sends a killer wink in Ian’s direction. “Treat her well, Mathers. Keep in mind that I’m the one she comes crying to when things go to shit.”
I expect her to walk off, but she continues to stand there, her eyes going from purely mischievous to… calculating. Never let it be said that Eva Warren can’t read bullshit from half a mile away. It’s what will make her a formidable businesswoman once she starts that path in life.
For now, it makes her an insufferable friend, because I can practically see her sniffing out Ian’s scent all over me. In me.
Fuuuuck.
“Well, I best be going. Too-da-loo.”
She disappears around a corner, and Ian puts his hand back on me as if that’s over with.
I know better.
My phone buzzes in my purse. Ian gestures for me to answer it, and I do, staring down at Eva’s message before our food arrives.
“So, how long you been letting this assbutt dominate you, sweetie?”
I put my phone away without responding. Ian senses my tension and whispers something that both relieves and ignites me.
“Don’t worry, Katie. I’ll make you forget everything tonight.”
Oh, boy.
Chapter 10
KATHRYN
I haven’t been out of Ian’s shower for five minutes before he appears in the bathroom door and hooks his finger in my direction.
Even though I’ve got a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, I go to him, because what else am I going to do with this collar around my throat?
“Have I displeased you, sir?” I flutter my eyelashes for the fun of it.
I can’t tell if he’s amused or not. “Hardly. I’ve been quite pleased with you all day.”
My hand goes to his shoulder, touching him through the cotton of his fine T-shirt. We both dressed down when we got back to his condo, but aside from him telling me to clean myself up, he hasn’t asked anything else of me since we left work. Tomorrow is the last day of my supposed training. I would think he’d want something more than a fuck in the closet.
Plus, there’s that promise he made me earlier.
I still haven’t responded to Eva. She also hasn’t pestered me any further. Which means she wasn’t teasing. She was being 100% serious when she deduced that Ian and I are in a BDSM relationship, with me relenting my usual control.
I don’t want – or need – to know what she really thinks of that. I guess the door has been left open for discussion should I choose to deal with it.
“Well, I aim to please.” My hand lingers on his arm, feeling his firm muscles and wondering how much I want him to lie on top of me. Even if we don’t have sex, it might be nice to make out until the sun comes up again. “Thank goodness you’re an easy man to please.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Ian takes my hair out of its twist, held up for my shower so I could keep it dry. “There’s something to be said for being easily pleased. Namely, I am rarely disappointed by the good things in life.”
A smile strikes my face. “And I am one of those good things, huh?”
“Of course. And I want to do some good things to you.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me into his room, covering my skin in kisses and touching the nape of my neck with his nose. I feel like a silly girl who has been selected by the captain of the high school football team for the most romantic night of her life. When I remember that Ian was once captain of the futbol team instead, I almost laugh.
Then I remember that was one of the reasons that high school me did want to hook up with him. Find out if all the stories were true, and whatnot.
Boy, were they. Too bad I had to wait a dozen years to find out the whole of it.
“Sit down.”
He’s left me by the bed. I sit, dressed in my nightgown for the evening, and now fully expecting him to rip it off me at any moment. He doesn’t. Instead, Ian gently pushes me down, one hand on my breast while his words take over my ear.
“Are you ready to feel something you’ve never felt before?”
I dunno, Ian, am I? Because I have no idea what that even means.
I’m sure I’m about to find out.
“Relax.” As if I’m not already? “Tonight, you may be a sweet princess…” Ian’s hand wraps loosely around my neck, making my breath catch within my throat. “But I’m your Master.”
Oh, shit.
We’ve reached that point.
For weeks now I’ve been anticipating it, both with dread and curiosity. The day Ian wants me to call him Master.
Here we fucking go.
“Yes, Master,” I mutter. It’s such a weird word to say. The first time I’ve said it. Sir… I’ve said that to men all my life, as a way to be polite, not so much to act subservient. It wasn’t a huge stretch to call Ian that when the collar was on.
It’s been on for hours. Approaching days.
Lord help me.
“Good. I’m glad you understand. Don’t worry, I’m a pretty benevolent Master. I only care about your pleasure and safety. And mine too, of course.”
He caresses my ass beneath my nightgown, easing my legs open until he’s looking right at the slit I thoroughly washed in the shower. What, back for more so soon? Ian is turning into the sort of Dom who can’t stand to see his sub unmarked. I mean, that can be pretty hot, but I have my limits as a human being.
Fingers work their way around my folds, within them, stroking me gently until I collapse with a sigh and start to get wet again. Because I haven’t been wet enough this week.
This man is going to fuck me. Might as well be prepared.
“Do you like being a dirty girl, Kathryn?” I’m turned on my side, Ian on top of me, fingering me, inhaling me as he starts to grind against me. “Because I think you do. I think these past few weeks have been a revelation for you.”
Well, he ain’t wrong.
“That’s all right. I like a woman who knows how to be dirty – and enjoys it.” His fingers are in deep, working slowly, helping me get wetter with every movement. “Those aren’t just my favorite types of subs, but my favorite women to be with in general. Even when you’re not wearing your collar, Katie, I enjoy how much you revel in being dirty. I don’t even care if I’m not the only man who’s seen you this way. You’re the type of woman to be empowered by many people taking pleasure in you.”
All right, buddy, watch it.
I’m nearly putty, though, when he puts his tongue in my ear. Echoes of his breath fill my head, consume me, making me his all over again. I can’t believe this is how easily I succumb to a man like Ian Mathers. If only I had more will power…
Who am I kidding? I want this. I always want this.
“Well? Do you enjoy it, Katie?”
“Yes, Master,” I whimper. He’s so strong on top of me. It doesn’t take much manipulation to get me ready and open to him. I may not be wet enough to take whatever he’s offering at the moment, but hey, give me five more minutes. And cut me some slack. I just got out of the shower.
A shower that could never be as exhilarating as this.
“Do you mean that? You’re not saying that to please me, are you? You won’t be punished if you disagree.”
The words fall from my lips before I can think them through. “I love being dirty for you, Master.”
It’s disconcerting how easy it is for me to say these things when he gets me like this. Granted, I’ve become a lot more comfortable with it over the past few weeks, but when I stop and think about it, everything is overwhelming.
Everything.
“Do you want me to have every part of you?”
He sounds so far away, even though he’s right here, breathing into my ear and threatening to take me to new heights – whatever that means. “Yes,” I mutter, waiting for him to explain what’s going on.
I know I can lie here and take whatever comes, but the tone of his voice tells me it may be best to experience it without words.
He kisses a trail of adoration down my back, stopping at the top of my ass solely to remove my shorts and place his lips against my skin.
I grasp the bed within my hands, moaning as his tongue slips into my opening.
Which one?
Both of them.
It’s not the first time. The first time he played with my ass, I thought I was going to say my safe word. By that point I had learned to trust him. Once I was able to relax, I realized… well, a tongue, a finger, and even a tiny toy didn’t feel so bad. In fact, it felt pretty good.
Now I press my face against Ian’s bed, thinking that this was one of the reasons I took a shower.
I stop thinking that as a mild orgasm takes me over. Not enough to send me to the moon, but enough to purge my brain and make me feel connected to my generous Dom.
Oh, and enough to make me wet.
“Keep looking forward.” Ian kneels between my legs. Clothes move against his skin. Since I can’t look back, I can’t see his body emerge from his clothes – only hear him move and feel him settle against my thighs.
He’s hard.
Although I’m not surprised when he eases into me, I still gasp, Ian Mathers once more making sure the world – and I – know to whom I belong.
A girl could get used to having her man do whatever he wants to her. A woman could start liking a Dom taking her over, making her call him Master, and using her whenever he likes. A sub, meanwhile, would revel in the constant passion and adoration her one and only delivers.
“You’re so tight tonight,” he mutters, urging me open, insisting that I take all of him. Not hard to do. “Would’ve thought I spread you open pretty well earlier.”
“Uh huh…” Excuse me. I’m a bit preoccupied.
I expect him to go faster. Harder. Grunt into my ear until he comes, with or without me. I don’t mind feeling possessed like that. We’ve had sex so much this week that it doesn’t even matter anymore. Go ahead, Ian, make sure I know my place in your bed.
I’m both frustrated and bemused when he pulls out at the cusp of my orgasm. Powerful lips crash against my neck, my shoulder. Ian’s erection rests on top of my ass, and the only thing keeping me from grinding back against him is this collar I’ve fully accepted as being the only thing that matters in this world.
“Please, Master,” I whimper. “Let me finish.”
Foolish Kathryn. You thought that was going to work?
“You’ll finish.” Ian leans back and pulls my ass into the air, my head still resting against the bed. “Under my conditions.”
Oh, of course.
I’m left staring at the bedspread as he hops off and rummages through his drawer of goodies. I know what to expect now. With my ass up in the air like this? Only a matter of time before he brings back that little vibrating egg and shoots me to the stratosphere.
Sure enough, something cold and wet slips between my lower cheeks. I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes closed. Better to appreciate the sensations that way…
Holy shit, that’s not a toy!
That’s his fucking cock!
“Ian.” I sound like an admonishing teacher. Well, to be fair, that’s one of my identities I moonlight as, depending on the sub… “Something you want to share, sir?”
He puts his hand on my head and pushes it back into the bed. “Yeah. My cock.”
You know, back when we started these shenanigans, one of the first things I stipulated was no anal. I went along with the toys because they were little and felt good in moderation. Need I really say that Ian’s cock is substantially bigger than one of those little vibrating eggs? His tip alone feels like it’s going to split me in two!
“Excuse me, Master.” He’s sitting at the edge of my body, ready to force himself in so help him God. “I don’t recall saying you could…”
Ian’s hand silences me once again. “If you want me to stop, say your safe word.” He lowers his hand.
The word Red is on the tip of my tongue. I could say it. Right now. Let it fly as I tell him off for daring to knock on my back door like he’s going to get free admittance. The man must be nuts. Had he planned this all day?
I want to say the word, but every time I try to spit it out, all I can really say is, “Pink.”
The head of his cock pushes farther into me. Not far enough, although my thighs are clenching and my muscles are striving to do anything but relax.
“I figured as much,” he mutters into my ear. “Relax, my love. I’ll go slow and easy. I only want to make love to you.”
Love.
Love in my ass.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I don’t kid, sweet. Though I do need you to relax so I can fuck your brains out.”
Is he making love to me or…
Pleasure – and pain – kills me as the tip of my Dom’s cock slowly inches into my ass.
He’s holding me apart with his hands, the lube he used barely enough to give him the slickness he needs to make this work. Meanwhile, I’m trying not to panic, because nobody has ever fucked me in the ass before and I have no idea what the hell to expect.
I hope it’s good.
“Pink,” I whimper, forcing my body to relax. Mind over matter, Kathryn. You can handle this man spanking you with a crop, you can handle him shoving his cock in your ass.
“I know, baby.” Ian is doing an admirable job holding in his groans. “We’re almost there. You feel fantastic.”
I wish I could say the same about him. I don’t know what to think about it yet. All I know is that my ass is being stretched to its limits, my body fighting the intrusion while the rest of me begs it to shut the fuck up.
Within ten seconds, Ian pulls out, leaving the smallest gape. As more lube hits my skin, all I can do is heave heavy breaths into the bedspread and tell myself that this is worth it.
“You’re doing great,” Ian encourages me. His hand caresses my ass, and at first I think he’s going to spank me. Yet I’m pleasantly surprised by his gentle touch. As he kisses my back and eases me open again, he says, “I know you can do it, Katie.”
What is the point of this? Other than being able to say that he actually fucked me in the ass? That’s probably it. Not that I can overly care at this point, because I’m moaning too loudly to parse any of my thoughts.
This time it’s easier for him to push into me. My body stretches all over. Not just my ass – although that’s probably the greatest example of it – but the length of my form, stretching from one end of the bed to the other as I press myself down, ready to be pierced by my…
Boyfriend.
Dom.
Master.
I guess he really is right now. Only my Master could do this to me. Only a man able to call himself my Dom, my Master would have permission to take my ass for his own pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s tight.” I don’t know how, considering I’m trying to relax as much as possible. Not easy, let me tell you. My ass isn’t used to this kind of treatment. It doesn’t know how to take a dick and like it. I guess there are still some parts of my body that are nothing but delicate flowers. Bud my ass.
Literally.
“Ian…” I only now realize that I’m clutching this comforter for dear life. How can I not, when I’m struggling so fucking much to do something that I’m not sure nature ever intended. Especially with that fucking head of his being so damn large and intrusive. I have a hard enough time taking it in my pussy sometimes. In my ass? Good golly gee, let me turn myself inside out for you, Ian.
“Does it feel good? Because I’m…”
I don’t listen. I’m too busy moaning, because Ian has finally broken the head of his cock in, the rest of him slipping in as if it’s nothing.
Oh, it’s not nothing. It’s everything.
He slides out. Back in. Out. In.
Every time I maintain more elasticity. The man is fucking my ass. Like, actually fucking my ass wide open, making me take every inch of him as far as I can, as deep as I dare.
I’m dying. It feels so good.
Yeah, it hurts. God, does it hurt a little, but it’s that same sort of biting pain that makes spanking and nipple pinching feel good. It’s the sense of Ian Mathers claiming my body for his own pleasure. It’s me giving up control, giving up my body, giving up everything that makes me Kathryn Alison, Domme at large.
Because I’m pretty sure most Dommes don’t get fucked in the ass by a Dom – and love it.
“That’s it.” He clutches my hand, slowly upping the speed of his thrusts. He doesn’t dare go as quickly as he does in my cunt, and for good reason, but I don’t care. This is fine. This is more than fine.
This is a slice of ecstasy I have definitely never felt before.
“Katie…”
I love hearing him come undone. I love the idea that my body is so hot and precious that he can’t contain myself. It’s the ultimate complimenting high. I want to hear him sing my praises all day, all night, for all eternity.
Right now I’ll settle for him fucking my ass and groaning in my ear.
His hips hit my flesh with every thrust. I feel his sack strike me again and again, a new kind of spank that makes my eyes flutter shut. This is a new kind of fullness I never thought I would experience.
Fuck me, it’s the kind of experience I could only have with him.
One second I’m trapped on this bed, a man taking my ass and making sure I know that I belong to him, every part of my body. Then the next I’m overcome with both sensations and emotions. My body hurts, but at the same time it feels good – fuck it, I’m climaxing. Again. This time from the pure, raw strokes of Ian Mathers entering me like this.
“Ian!” I always forget to call him whatever name he wants to be called when I’m having an orgasm. Let’s be fair, it’s easy to forget the bullshit when your brain feels like it’s shooting out your ear and making a break for paradise.
His thrusts increase, prolonging my orgasm. Between my pleasure and pain, I feel him pulse within me, and I know without a doubt that I’m about to be claimed.
My hair pulls against my scalp, piercing my skin with pain that makes me cry through my orgasm. God, I love it. The ravishing, the movements of the man behind me, and most of all, the sensations of the whole world crashing down on me as Ian starts to climax inside of me for the second time today.
Not even in the same place.
It’s harder to feel back there. I feel warmth, but I mostly feel the fullness. Even after he pulls out, letting my hips drop to the bed, I still don’t feel much beyond my own selfish relief.
Uh oh. There it is.
“Shit, that’s hot.” Great choice of words, Ian. Woo this woman after you’ve fucked her ass. “Wish you could see it, Katie.”
“I’m good, thanks.” The first thing I do once I have my bearings again is rip off my collar. I’m due my one to two hours by now, and there’s nothing Ian can say to change my mind.
He kisses my throat where the collar once was. “You’re wonderful, you know that?”
The bed shakes as he rolls onto his side and gazes at me with… I dunno. Adoration? I barely believe it.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I’m afraid to move.
Ian picks up my collar and examines it in the light. “Have you enjoyed yourself so far?”
What a question to ask now. “If you mean enjoyed the sex… well, yeah.”
“That’s not all I mean, and you know that.”
I meet his gaze from a few inches away. “Yes, I have enjoyed being your sub.”
That gets me a kiss on the cheek and rubs on the back. I hope for more. More kisses, more hugging, more cuddling. Except we’re both messy, and Ian is getting up, claiming he has first dibs on the bathroom. Fuck him. I’ll use the guest bathroom.
