Текст книги "Twisted Together"
Автор книги: Pepper Winters
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She sucked in a breath, gathering courage like a cape. “You’ve told me more today than you ever have, so I’ll share the same courtesy with you. When you helped break me of Leather Jacket’s hold, I went through things I never want to discuss. I don’t know how much you saw or heard, but I would’ve willingly slept with him. In fact, I begged him to. I’m not proud of it. I hate myself for it—but I would do it again if it was the only way to live. Because my life isn’t my own anymore.”
My stomach rolled at the residual panic in her voice. Even now, after everything I’d done, they still had power over her. But I would make it disappear. I had a lifetime to make the past vanish. For both of us.
Tess kissed me, tasting of salt from her tears. “Do you understand? Your life isn’t yours to gamble anymore, Q. It’s mine. I don’t care about your honour—if you’re in a life and death situation you do whatever you can to stay alive. I order you to do whatever’s necessary. Because your soul is mine and I refuse to let you go.”
I couldn’t speak. My heart galloped at the simplicity of the fucked-up situation. “If you own my life, who owns yours?”
Tess smiled. “You, of course. No matter what happens, it’s always yours. I will never stop loving you, Q. It scares me how much I need you. But from now on, your honour comes second best to me—do you hear?”
I desperately wanted to kiss her and stop this spilling of fragile truths, but the confessions lightened my heart. “So you…forgive me?”
Tess nodded. “I forgive you.”
I slouched, crushed by pain, weak with relief. Running my fingers up her stockings, I voiced one more truth. “I want to be normal. I want to love you without needing to hurt you. I’m sorry for what I am.”
Tess grabbed my face, her fingernails digging into my cheeks. Her eyes glowed with anger. “Don’t. I don’t want you ever to say that again. You are normal. My normal. We’re each other’s normal. And there is no right or wrong. It’s time we accepted it. I love you. So much. Take me, Q. No more talking. Make me your wife completely.”
She lay back, looking down her body at me kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her swollen lips made me hard, her tear-stained cheeks made me grateful. The knowledge she’d forgiven me shed the guilt I’d carried, removing a layer of pain at the thought of losing her.
My lips twisted into a smile. “You’re my wife already, but I have no issues pounding the message home.”
She laughed, shattering the angst, replacing it with desire. Everything we’d discussed disappeared, leaving us empty and healing and ready to move forward. Who knew airing dirty laundry was a good idea? But it was. I’d never felt lighter—minus my beaten and bruised body.
I ran my hands up her inner thigh; Tess shivered. “I’m going to undress you till you’re only wearing that incredible collar.”
“Um, I can help you if you like…” Her arm flew upward, hitting something hard. She twisted, looking above her. “Oh—”
Above her head rested a basket overflowing with purple crepe paper. Pressed into the wrapping were gifts. Tess pulled it toward her, her eyes widening. “She really does think of everything.”
I stole the basket from her, raiding the small container. Inside rested a blindfold, cheap handcuffs, small flogger, chocolate body paint, glittery purple vibrator, and lube.
Body paint? Yuck. Blindfold? Don’t need. Handcuffs? They’d last all of two seconds. I tested the sting of the fake flogger. It lacked a perfect snap, but could work.
My eyes landed on the vibrator. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Tess plucked the note from the side. “Enjoy, newlyweds. We look forward to seeing you at breakfast tomorrow. Love, Frederick, Angelique, Franco, and Suzette. She looked at the toys, her eyebrow raising. “That’s a lot of people to chip in for some vanilla playthings.”
“They have no imagination. The best things to use are the most mundane.” I dragged a fingernail up her thigh, loving her shiver.
She breathed shallow, hypnotising me. Her breasts were soft globes with tiny erect nipples, her skin slightly indented from the boning of the corset.
She lay back slowly, never looking away.
My cock swelled. I thought for a second of using the blindfold, flogger, and cuffs, but the need for gentleness hadn’t left. It cushioned my thoughts, keeping my beast distracted—tamed.
The toys didn’t excite me. I didn’t want to tie Tess up—I wanted to feel her fingers in my hair. I didn’t want to hurt her—I wanted her moans of ecstasy.
Connection. Sex. No pain.
Just her. And me.
On me, over me, on my tongue, on my cock. I wanted to fucking worship her with every inch.
Never breaking eye contact, I pulled the vibrator and lube free, before tossing the basket over my shoulder. It landed loudly, scattering items beneath the dressing table.
Tess’s mouth parted. “You don’t want—”
I grabbed my cock, stroking once, twice. Loving the anticipation…desperate to tease. “Not today, esclave. Today I’m taking your moans as payment rather than your tears.”
Her face scrunched, battling a wash of love. “How do you read me so well? How did you know I needed just one time where it was gentle?”
I rose upright on my knees, crooking a finger for her to come closer. Her toned stomach flexed, arching, closing the distance so her lips were millimetres away. Gazing into her eyes, I murmured, “I know because what you feel, I feel.” Resting my hand over her heart, I whispered, “I need you like we haven’t shared before. I need to take you this way. I can’t explain it.”
She sighed. “I can—it’s because we’re in tune. We shared parts of ourselves we thought the other would never accept. The knowledge that this is truly forever…it’s given us freedom to be soft.” Her lips captured mine, pulling me deeper into her drug, cancelling out my aches, flaring liquid heat in my veins. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
Returning to my position between her legs, I placed the vibrator and lube on the floor. Pushing her downward, I smiled. “You have that wrong. I’m the luckiest master in the world.” With the pads of my fingers, I caught the top of her stockings. She bit her lip as I rolled them down her silky skin. I removed her shoe, tugging the sheer material clear.
My cock throbbed to be inside her, loving the tension, the quivering delight in the knowledge we weren’t going to fight—not today. Today we would share something entirely different.
Repeating the process, I removed her other stocking, placing them with her shoes on the floor. The only things remaining were her knickers and collar.
A small slice of who I truly was rose. I bent over her hips, biting through the lace with one sharp cut. The material broke, falling away easily when I tugged the ruined lingerie down her legs.
The moment I glimpsed what I’d wanted since Suzette tore off her dress, my mouth went dry. “Mon Dieu, Tess, tu es si belle putain.”Goddammit, Tess, you’re so fucking beautiful.
I stared between her parted legs. Her golden hair was maintained and soft, her folds glistening with desire.
“Q—please…” she moaned. The leash from the collar fell between her breasts, a splash of blackness on her perfection. I looked for the permanent scar branding her neck forever. The beast inside purred, knowing it was undeniable now—this woman was mine. I no longer needed to carve my autograph into her every night, making sure my imprint lived in her skin—it was done. Officially. Unofficially. In every way humanly possible.
My symbol of commitment existed on every facet of her.
I pressed the wedding band around my finger with my thumb. I was hers, and I couldn’t be fucking happier.
Licking my lips, I pressed a gentle kiss right over her clit.
Her reaction was explosive, bowing upward, her fingers clutched the bed. Her sensitivity was insane compared to the control she maintained when I hurt her.
She’d truly let go. Not caring about anything but my hot breath on her core and the deliciousness of what was to come.
I kissed her again, licking once with a pointed tongue. She moaned—loudly.
Her pleasure sent a ripple of pre-cum spurting from my cock. My quads clenched as the sublime reaction made me crave more. More.
I pounced on her, covering her pussy with my mouth, sucking in her delectable taste, willingly turning my world topsey turvey with how drugged and intoxicated I was.
Her body rippled every time I licked her. Her mouth fell wide as I pushed my tongue deep, deep inside. Her muscles contracted, dragging my tongue even further. The first ripple of an orgasm warned me to pull back. I didn’t want her coming—not yet.
There was something else I wanted. Something I would take. But first…
Groping for the vibrator, I silently positioned the glittery phallus at her entrance. I nibbled her clit, distracting her with my tongue.
Her fingers groped the bed as I sucked harder, flicking her folds faster, driving her higher.
The gentleness and sweetness inside felt so different to a lifetime of needing pain. I got off on her mewls of pleasure just as much as her moans of agony. Born of a sadistic monster, I couldn’t fight what he’d poured into my blood. But tonight, all I needed was Tess.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
With another lave of my tongue, Tess left sanity, becoming a ball of lust. I loved that I’d driven her to the place where nothing else registers but sex. I needed her there—to enjoy what was to come.
Still sucking on her clit, I pressed the power button. The vibrator came to life, humming, sending shockwaves through her folds, echoing on my tongue.
She screamed. “God—Q. More. It feels—fuck, it feels—”
I didn’t let her finish.
Sliding the vibrator deep, I licked harder, overloading her system with pleasure.
Her hips rocked, forcing my mouth to crash against her pussy. Her hands disappeared into my hair, shamelessly pulling me into her. My neck ached, my back bellowed, but I wouldn’t stop until she came.
“Q—yes…shit, yes.”
I chuckled at Tess’s language, gawking at her wriggling body above. Her breasts jutted out, her nipples hard as fucking rocks. God, she tasted divine. I wanted to eat her forever.
My tongue ached to give way to teeth—I wanted to bite her. Just one tiny nip. But I kept up the relentless pressure, driving the vibrator deeper inside.
Her pants and whimpers were fucking erotic, twisting my belly. My cock throbbed with her every moan, demanding to replace the vibrator and come.
But as much as I wanted to come, I wanted to be somewhere else when I did. This was for her. Just for her.
My tongue picked up speed, urging her upward. Go on, esclave. Come. I want to hear you scream.
Pressing the power button, I cranked the speed. Her body jerked; her fingers yanking the sheets beneath her in a savage pull. “Oh, God!”
I smiled, flicking my tongue, ignoring the sweat running down my temples. My wrist hurt from thrusting the vibrator. I was insanely jealous of the innate object penetrating my woman. I could orgasm just by Tess coming apart.
“I’m going to—Q—stop if you don’t want me to—” Her head arched, hair flying in every direction as her body bunched.
Humming against her clit, I murmured, “You have my permission. Come, esclave. Fucking come on my tongue.” I pressed the button one last time. The vibrator turned from teasing to torturous but Tess writhed in sensual surrender.
Her hips pulsed in time to the thrusts I delivered, my head bobbing with her, keeping my tongue busy on her core.
“Q—shit, I’m coming. Q!”
Her entire body convulsed, her fingers became fingernails, clutching my head, rocking her hips into my mouth. Her cries demanded, searched, seethed for something.
I know what she needs.
I loved that she was right. This was normal. For us. Pain was our happy place.
She wanted it.
So I gave it to her.
I bit her clit with a feral growl. My heart collided painfully with my ribs, but I didn’t care.
She came.
And came.
And came.
Her cries echoed around the room, turning her limbs from quivering with tension to melting with satisfaction into the bed.
I breathed hard, aching and stiff, but very fucking smug. She’d come and it was all because of me.
Her eyes opened, looking almost black from her release. “Q…” Her head lolled, fingers falling from my hair. Her voice was heavy, slurred, completely sated. “That felt incr—incredible.”
I loved her sleepiness. Her vulnerability. I adored what it meant for me. My reward.
Removing the vibrator, I kissed her pussy. I grinned as her oversensitive clit shivered beneath my lips.
Turning off the toy, I left it on the floor. Tess kept her eyes closed, not moving from her open-legged position. I went to stand, but my body was mutinous, bellowing with pain. A simple movement of standing took five times as long as normal. I gritted my teeth, straightening out the kinks in my spine, gathering the lube, and climbing into the bed.
Every movement clashed like agonising cymbals. My body needed rest. I needed sleep, but I didn’t want to miss out on the best opportunity of my life.
I wouldn’t let any headaches, or battle wounds stop me from finishing what I’d started.
Tess was mine.
The second I lay down, Tess snuggled her back against my front, sighing deeply. I relaxed into the pillows, cupping her breast. The heaviness of her flesh activated every protective, possessive part inside. A guttural growl sounded in my throat. “You have the most incredible body. Made just for me. So accepting of anything I do.”
She snuggled closer, tugging a pillow to cradle her head.
I twisted her nipple, my mouth watering to give her tits the same attention as her pussy. Tess didn’t move or make a sound.
I laughed gently. “Are you sleeping, mon coeur?” Nuzzling her neck, I breathed hard. Her soft form in my arms was too much. I couldn’t stop my hips rocking, pressing my cock against her ass, seeking a release.
Tess moaned, wriggling closer. Her heartbeat fluttered under my touch. A minute ticked by while I held her. Slowly, energy entered her sex-sated limbs. She stroked my forearm wrapped around her. “I’m not sleeping, maître. I know what you want from me.”
My heart leapt. I clenched my jaw, forcing my hips to stop. “I won’t force you, Tess. If you’re still afraid…”
She pressed a gentle kiss on my bicep. “You’re not forcing me. I want you. Just…take me gently. I’ll do whatever you want—but you have to tell me what to do.” Her voice wavered, but I didn’t focus on her nerves, only on her permission.
My eyes snapped closed, loving her more in that moment than ever before. She’d put herself completely into my control. Trusting me to do this right. Loving me enough not to fear me. I didn’t need whips and chains to earn her complete submission—she’d given it to me—right here, right now.
My cock wept as I stroked her shoulder. “Allonge toi sur le ventre, mon cœur.” Lie on your stomach, my heart.
Tess obeyed. I helped her roll over, scooting her body to the centre of the bed. I braced myself with an elbow, looking down the sweeping lines of her back to the perfect pillows of her ass. Fuck, I want to mark her.
The violent thought disappeared as fast as it came. My palm itched to strike—to paint the white with red, but the urge faded, leaving me with heavy sweetness.
Placing my fingertips on the base of her neck, I pushed the tangled strands away, leaving her back completely clear. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder blades, I murmured, “Don’t tense. Trust me.”
She nodded, breathing shallow as I very carefully, very slowly, dragged my fingers down her spine, over every bead, along every hollow, tracing the hills and valleys to the fullness of her ass.
Every touch sent my heart pounding; my cock jerked.
Her face was unreadable but she flinched as my finger trailed her crack. This. This is mine.
Her face scrunched, eyes squeezing shut as I dropped lower. She looked so damn shy—so provoking.
My voice dropped to a deep command. “Tess—don’t fight me. Obey me and you’ll unravel.”
She forced out a heavy breath. “I trust you.” Her face smoothed once again, her body becoming boneless.
My breathing turned heavier. Sitting upright, I positioned myself, straddling the back of her thighs. I fisted my cock, pumping once, twice, fucking adoring the view of her untouched ass below.
So timid, so pure. But I knew the real Tess. She wasn’t timid or pure. She screamed for pain. She would scream for this. And the combination of the two made me the luckiest, happiest son of a bitch in the history of fucked-up individuals.
Spreading her cheeks, I pressed firmly but gently against the puckered muscle. Her eyes squeezed tight, fingers whitening around the sheets. “Q…”
“Se détendre.” Relax. I ran a palm over her lower spine, fighting the quick urge to strike. Shit, I wanted to mark her—just once.
Her tension melted away again, turning her body limp.
With my other hand, I reached between her legs, pressing two fingers inside her soaking pussy. “Remember how hard you came, esclave?” My fingers twitched, coaxing the pleasure to rekindle—linking her synapsis of release while probing her ass, getting her used to my request—knowing she would let me in…eventually. “You screamed when you came. Remember my tongue on your clit?”
Her mouth twisted. “Yes, I remember. I loved you using the vibrator—but I craved your cock.”
“And you’ll get it, esclave. So fucking soon.”
I was ready to blow just talking.
She moaned, rocking her hips into my hand. I pressed harder against her hole, letting her get used to the invasion. Her back trembled, but she didn’t pull away. My fingers gathered some of her wetness, gliding over the puckered muscle.
She bit her lip, her body radiating heat. “Don’t tease me, Q. Get on with it.”
I chuckled, leaning over her to bite her waist. “I’m enjoying you too much to rush this, Tess.” Diving two fingers into her pussy, she groaned, pushing her face into the pillow.
Withdrawing, I ordered, “Open your legs wider.”
I let her go, grabbing the lube and uncapping the strawberry scented gel. Tess kept her eyes closed as I smeared a generous amount on my fingers. Her legs inched open, revealing how wet and swollen she was.
“Goddammit, Tess. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, drifting to my cock. “I think I do. I want your cock. You’re making me wait and it’s making me wetter, hotter…if you don’t take me soon, I might have to do something drastic.”
I grinned, draping my broken body half on hers, half on the bed. “You want this?” I thrust against her thigh, gritting my teeth at the wave of desire locking my quads.
“Yes. I want you.” Her breathy voice hitched as I spread her cheeks again. With unforgiving fingers, I turned her dry skin slippery with strawberry gel, never taking my eyes from her face.
She bit her lip, forehead furrowing as I ringed and teased.
“Tell me—what does it feel like?” I whispered. Her back clenched as I pressed harder. Her body responded to the pressure by trying to escape. Her hips tilted downward, dislodging me. “Ah, ah, no running from me. You know I don’t like it when you deny me.”
I swirled the lube, clenching my jaw. Fuck, I needed to breach her. “Tell me.…”
“It feels—” Her teeth snapped together as I surged forward, flexing my hips against her thigh, branding her with my aching, burning cock. “It feels strange. I don’t know if I like it or not.”
I’ll make you like it. I would make her love it.
Kissing her shoulder, I couldn’t help sinking my teeth into her flesh. Giving her pain to latch onto, I thrust forward, breaking the seal, entering her with my fingertip. The collar kept her throat prisoner and my hands itched to tug the leash. To hold the reins and ride her.
Her body quivered, hiding her moan against the mattress.
She was so tight—so unwilling to let me intrude. It drove me mad. The beast inside panted to just take and fuck. But the softer side knew I had to prepare her. I would hurt her in other ways—but not this.
Thrusting in and out, I eased her body to accept my intrusion. Strawberry surrounded us, smelling sickly sweet.
“Now how does it feel?” I rocked my hips. “See what you’re doing to me, Tess. I’m so fucking hard. No other pain in my body compares to the ache in my balls from needing you.” My voice rasped over her, scattering goosebumps on her skin.
She panted. Little pulses of energy hijacked her spine, tipping upward to meet my touch. “It still feels strange. And wrong.”
I chuckled, pressing deeper. “There’s nothing wrong about this, esclave.” I bit her shoulder again. Every passing second drained me of sweetness, giving me the darkness I knew so well. My thigh twinged, the muscles in my torso were sore and stiff, but I couldn’t stop.
I rubbed against her hip, gritting my teeth as a sharp wave of release threatened to explode. “Goddammit,” I growled. I’m so fucking turned on.
Tess breathed, “More…don’t let me overthink it. Give me more.”
I groaned; my frayed self-control snapped a little. “You want, and I’ll give. Your wishes are the reason I’m alive.”
Withdrawing my finger, I unfolded another, probing at her entry. I gave her no warning or time to adjust. Two fingers breached her body.
She bit the sheets, a groan erupting from her lips. Her heart slammed against my chest.
Tugging the leash, reminding her I owned her life, I whispered, “Are you afraid, esclave?” I pressed a row of kisses along her neck. I needed to be closer—which was fucking ridiculous ‘cause I half lay on her already. I wanted to blanket her. I wanted to lie on top of my wife and let her know there would be no escape from me. Ever. I wanted her to know my body would protect hers, all while taking payment in the most delicious ways.
Holding my weight on one arm, I fucked her with my fingers.
She nodded. “Will it hurt?”
For a second, I considered pulling away and sliding into her pussy instead. Her wet heat was so fucking close. It would be so easy to enter and come. The monster in me agreed, growling at the thought of spanking her, punishing her for not being strong enough to give me what I wanted.
But tonight was special.
Tonight was the first night of the rest of our lives. I wanted to celebrate with something we would never forget. I fucking needed her. So damn much. I wouldn’t deny myself.
“It won’t if you don’t fight. Do you trust me?”
Removing my fingers, I leaned back to spurt a generous amount of gel onto my cock. The instant the cold liquid hit my overheated tip, I groaned. Sparking pleasure erupted in a small cloudy bead, mixing with the lube. Fuck me, I almost came.
How the hell was I supposed to touch myself and enter her without blowing?
My heartbeat crashed against my ribs. Angling Tess below, I arched my hips.
Tess sucked in a breath. I shuddered with lust, hovering over her like a demon possessed. My cock dripped with strawberries, wedged between her ass cheeks.
“Yes. I trust you.”
I drew blood, biting my lip to stop myself from driving into her. My eyes turned gritty and sore—need thickened my blood.
Tess looked behind, her eyes tracing my chest to where we joined in a sticky mess of pink gel. “Do it, Q. Don’t make me wait.” Her voice wobbled but a small tinge of passion hid within her fear. Her hips rocked, gluing us together.
“Goddammit, Tess. You’re seriously overestimating my self-control not to hurt you. I want you. So. Fucking. Bad.” My hips thrust of their own accord. “Having you like this, it’s driving me insane.”
She smiled softly, feeding off my need, relaxing into the power I gave her. “I told you. I trust you.” Her hand came up, wrapping around the base of my cock.
Goddammit to fucking hell. My elbows gave out; I crashed against her body. A throaty growl erupted from my chest sounding exactly like the beast inside. “Esclave—”
Her tight little fingers stroked my girth—stealing every thought, every pain—taking me completely prisoner. “Yes, maître?”
I couldn’t remember my name, let alone speak. Her fingers spread the gel from tip to base, squeezing the throbbing erection until my head pounded. My teeth were dust from clenching so hard. I couldn’t do it anymore.
“Arch your back. I can’t wait any longer.” I tore a pillow from the top of the bed, wedging it beneath her hips. Her mouth popped wide as her ass presented at the perfect height.
I fisted my cock, rearing back to sit over her. My legs screamed at the sheet against my stitches but I was past fucking caring.
Tess looked over her shoulder. Her eyes wide, face white, but her breathing wasn’t panicked. Slowly she reached to her ass, spreading her cheeks.
The simple offering blew my fucking mind; I throttled my cock. I wouldn’t last. I couldn’t last. Not when I was so close.
Keeping her ass spread with one hand, she reached with her other to grab my length. She didn’t say a word, guiding me downward. Her fingers didn’t stroke or tease, they just delivered me to my ultimate goal.
Our eyes locked and I fell forward, planting my palms on the mattress on either side of her. I let Tess take me. I gave her all control—hoping to hell I could hold on long enough to push inside. I’d wanted to play with the leash. I’d wanted to tease and play. But this—this incessant need to be inside—it couldn’t be denied.
“Take me, Q. Je suis à toi.” The instant the head of my cock pressed against her puckered muscle, I lost control of my mouth. “Fucking fuck, Tess. I'm about to fucking come all over your back.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t. Wait till you’re in me. I want you to come inside me.” Her fingers tightened, pulling me forward while forcing herself back.
There was resistance, heat, pressure—a barrier that wanted nothing to do with my cock.
Then release.
A giving, a softening.
“Ah!” Her eyes squeezed with a pain; her fingers fell from my erection, clutching the sheets. Every muscle in my body locked down as I forced my way forward, millimetre by millimetre, stealing her virginity.
She breathed hard, her body shivering with uncomfortableness. I thrust a little, easing my size into her body.
Fuck, she’s even tighter than I thought.
“Oh…ah…” she groaned, jerking with agony. I knew I should stop. I knew I should retreat. But I couldn’t. My cock had taken control and I pulled back only to rock forward, invading deeper, stretching wider.
My entire body trembled. My eyes snapped shut; all I could focus on was the incredible tightness around the rim of my shaft.
Her hand latched around me again, squeezing hard. “Stop—let me get used to you.”
Shit. Stop? That was asking for a fucking miracle. Growling through a tight jaw, I said, “You take me. Control the speed.” I locked my elbows, afraid to move an inch incase I slammed into her. “Take. Your. Time.”
A second ticked past where her body hummed with tension. Finally, she nodded. We didn’t say a word as her fingers shook around my length, holding me still while her back tensed, arching upward.
Fuck. Fuck. Me.
Her hesitation was the worst kind of aphrodisiac. It fed me. Fuck, it fed me. I lost all softness, wanting to bite and spank and own.
She pushed again. I groaned as my tip travelled deeper, growing hot with her body, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Her ass resented my claiming but she never stopped working, never stopped inching me further.
Tess gritted her teeth. A tear trickled down her cheek.
I froze. “Stop. If you’re in pain. Stop.”
She shook her head. “Do it. You take me. I’ll work through the pain. Please, just do it.”
Two sides of me. Husband and master. The husband hated the idea of his wife in pain. I wanted to cut off my cock for causing her such discomfort. But the master loved his slave’s agony, drinking on it—getting high on it.
I struggled to stay coherent.
Tess’s hand fell away, placing both palms on either side of her face. Her eyes squeezed tight, giving me complete control.
“I’ll try not to hurt you, esclave,” I grunted, grabbing her hips to anchor myself. With my jaw clenched, sweat trickling down my temples, I rocked into her. Time lost all meaning as I worked her, teaching her body I could fit—giving her no choice but to accept.
Centimetre by centimetre, I took her. Fucking worshipping this woman who trusted me so damn much.
Tess’s back glistened with moisture as my last thrust hit resistance.
I’d claimed her. My cock was as far as it could go—balls resting against her cheeks.
“Damn, you feel amazing,” I whispered, bowing over her, kissing her salty shoulder.
She trembled. “You’re so big.”
I chuckled. “Thanks for the ego stroke, esclave.”
Her lips quirked. “I meant you feel huge. I’m throbbing and aching and sore and…”
My arms bunched. Go on—fuck her. The incessant demand thundered in time with my heart. But I couldn’t. She needed time to adjust—to grow used to the tightness. Wrapping the leash around my fist, I tugged gently. Her spine curved, moving with the collar around her throat.
“What else…you stopped yourself. Tell me. I want to know.” I dragged my teeth along her shoulder, lapping up her fear.
“I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt. That first thrust was worse than awful. But now…it’s fading. I can feel every inch of you. Every nerve ending is assaulted by overwhelming fullness, but the pain is changing…” A look flittered across her face, then she clenched.
I lost my fucking sanity.
Her tight strong muscles clutched my cock, milking me with fire. My stomach seized, my back bowed, my eyes rolled.
My hand came up, landing with a loud smack on her ass. Shit. I didn’t mean to do that.
“Je suis désolé.” I’m sorry. “It just—fuck it feels good.”
She did it again, dragging a stream of curses from my throat.
She laughed, creating even more pressure and sensation around my cock. I slammed a hand on her lower back, forcing her into the mattress. “God—you keep doing that and I’ll blow. I’m holding on barely, Tess.”
“What do you want, Q? Tell me…I want to know.”
I groaned. My vision filled with flushed skin, blood, and tears, but I swallowed those tendencies. I didn’t need them. Not today.
“I want to come in your sweet ass. I want to bruise you, so you’ll know this belongs to me—just like every inch of you does. I want to show you how much I fucking love you.”
Her inner muscles squeezed, hurtling me closer to the edge.
