I moan, my body desperately trying to claim what it wants. “I do.” My voice sounds so far away. In a way, I do feel far away, looking into Ian’s eyes as if he’s from another planet. I want to go there. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you, sir. Please let me come.”
“And then what?”
“And then fuck me. Please.”
He sits back, fingers still in me, but showing me his erection coming out of his pants – which are quickly discarded to the ground as well. Seeing him completely naked always makes me wet. The man has a physique that makes you think of a model. No, not the super buff kind, but the kind who look so damn good they can model anything they want and get paid well for it. His chest, his shoulders, his biceps, his back, his abs, his thighs… they’re so proportional and strong that I almost ignore his large erection still covered in my arousal from earlier.
“Then come, Katie.”
He thrusts his fingers back into me, curling them enough to make my G-spot scream.
Instead, I do.
His other hand grabs my breast, pinching my nipple while I begin to come. All I hear is my voice; all I see is his gaze. I can’t blink. I can’t look away. He has me so enthralled that I will lie here and ride out this orgasm while the man who regularly devours me looks like he’s about to do it again.
I can’t breathe. I can’t move my legs. All I can do is climax and cover my Dom’s hand in my apology.
He removes his fingers at the right moment. For the first time in a long while, I squirt, a feeling of relief washing over me as hot, hot wetness covers my skin and the bedspread beneath.
I mean, I’m not a porn star. It ain’t gonna fly across the room. It ain’t even gonna be that measurable. Yet Ian smiles, head lowering and tongue sticking out to sample a taste.
“It’s sweet,” he says. His tongue feels like hell on my spent pussy. He gives my clit one cursory flick of his tongue before pulling himself up and kissing my breast, my neck, my lips. “You’ve been a good girl, Katie. I think it’s time you were forgiven.”
At this point my brain is so far gone that I don’t even care anymore. All I can do is whimper as he enters me, his hips pushing my legs farther apart even though they’re already that way.
Even so, he feels blessedly present inside of me. We’re together. He’s going to claim me once and for all.
“Ian…” I can’t recognize myself. The way I feel, the thoughts I’m having, everything in between.. .they are not Kathryn Alison’s.
She’s not here.
Katie’s here.
Katie, the woman Ian Mathers is taking as his sub.
“Ian… sir… thank you.”
He’s not moving inside of me. Instead he props his arms up on either side of my head, his cock easing in and out as he tests how wet and ready I am. Oh, I’m ready. “Do you like this, Katie?”
My eyes roll back as my head hits the pillow. All four of my limbs are sore to the point I’m not sure I’ll be able to move later. But I don’t care. The only thing I care about is his weight on me, the potential energy in his hips getting ready to thrust his cock up and deeper into me.
“I do.” I savor the moment. Right now, I don’t feel anything. Nothing but lust and desire. Nothing but comfort and protection. This is kinky, but it’s also our perverted way of making love.
Fuck me and that L word.
I don’t care. Good God, I don’t care! Maybe I love him. At the very least, I love this. I love moments like this, where it’s him and me. Maybe I’m chained up. Maybe I’m obsessed with what he’s doing to me. Maybe I’m secretly dreaming of doing things like this to him in the future.
Who cares?
Ian kisses my throat, burying his cock within me. This angle is almost painful, but in the best way I could have ever imagined. Who cares! He’s rocking into me. He’s kissing me. He’s so warm and thick inside of me that I can’t imagine it being anyone but him.
He’s the only man I could possibly let do this to me.
That’s how good it feels. That’s how much I want him inside of me, consuming me, making love to my body, my heart, my soul… every time he thrusts forward, I feel it inside. Nothing in my body is rejecting him. I know what’s going to happen, and I’m so happy about it that I think… well, of course this is what’s going to happen.
Of course he’s going to fuck me like this.
Of course he’s only interested in my body.
He may be a Dom, but I can feel every inch of his soul. It’s expressed to me like an open book. A will to take care of me. To shield me from the horrors of the world. To give me pleasure and not ask for that much in return, really. I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. Ian will take care of everything.
“Katie,” he whispers into my ear, arms curled around my body, hips thrusting into my spread opening. Ian increases his speed, grunting every so often. Sometimes harder. Sometimes faster.
Always needy.
“Katie!”
“Ian…”
We’re two fools trying to deny that we’re falling in love. That I’m falling into this lifestyle. That he’s capable of caring about only one woman. Oh, God, here it comes now, his cock beating down into me, his breaths faster.
My heart racing. His groans containing a vulnerable whine that only I have ever heard.
I wish I could embrace him, but I understand why he has me chained up like this. He couldn’t trust me in our scene. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust me with his heart.
“Do you want me, love?” Ian almost sounds doubtful. As if I couldn’t want him by this point. “Do you want to feel me like that inside of you again?”
I accept his kisses, his tongue keeping me from answering for more than a few seconds. “Yes,” I whisper when I have use of my mouth again. “Always.”
There’s no way to know what I signed up for. I don’t care. Ian’s taking me, getting ready to claim me once and for all as his sub.
It feels so right.
I feel so right.
“Shit!” The third hard orgasm of the night erupts from me, cinching his cock and holding it deep inside of me. My body knows what it wants.
It wants him.
All of him.
“Ian!” Frenzy takes over me, and although I can’t move, I can claim him like he claims me. If I don’t let go, if I keep him inside of me forever, then we never have to be apart again. We could have a moment like this for the rest of our lives.
No, it’s not possible, but my brain doesn’t know that.
His cock continues to push into me, although his breaths are so famished that I fear I’m going to lose him before we both get what we want.
My worries were in vain. Not one second later, Ian pushes down into me, sitting up, grabbing my spread legs and pounding into me at a tremendous speed.
I close my eyes and wait.
Oh God.
Oh, God.
The way he clenches my hips. The way he surges into me. The way he worships my body. The way he climaxes with his whole physique, as if having an orgasm with me is the greatest thing to ever happen.
The way we make love.
I scream. In joy, in pain, in threatening agony because my body desperately needs this to end but is afraid to let it go.
There’s this one second. One quick, biting second in which I truly feel like we’re one.
I’m filled with his warmth again, but I’m more focused on the edge in his voice and the look of undeniable pleasure on his face. Oh, Ian. You can be vulnerable too.
As he comes down from his high, easing his thrusts and letting me land back on the bed, I realize something so very dangerous.
I love him.
Chapter 13
IAN
First thing I do is unchain her legs so she can stretch them out again. Then I unhook her hands, watching her flex her fingers and bring both fists down to her chest. Then I remove her collar, tossing it onto the nightstand and using that movement as an excuse to curl up next to her and leave a kiss on her throat.