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“I wouldn’t want a twenty something. I want you. And you are beautiful. There’s not a flawed part of your body, Trinity. Each scar, each wrinkle is a testament to your experience. I want every inch.” He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants. Her hand grasped his very hard cock and a confidentsmile lit up her face. “You turn me on. I want you, only you. Stay here.”
She watched as he walked around the room, gathering up different items and laying them on the end of the king-sized bed. Returning to stand behind her, his hands were deft as he secured the silk blindfold over Trinity's eyes, ensuring that not a sliver of light could penetrate its soft darkness. The absence of her sight heightened every other sensation—the cool air brushing against her skin from the fan, the scent of Lucky's musky cologne, and the suspenseful silence filling the room.
“Trust me, my Little Rabbit,” Lucky's voice was a low growl, vibrating through her.
“Always,” she breathed, her pulse quickening in anticipation.
He started with the whisper of feathers over her forearm, the light tickle sending a shiver that cascaded down her body. Lucky's chuckle rumbled near her ear, his breath hot on her neck as he switched to a different texture—a strip of leather trailing up her thigh, teasing the edge of desire with the promise of what was yet to come. She opened her legs, spreading them wider. He accepted the invitation and lightly swatted her clit with the leather’s edge. She moaned as the soft impact sent vibrations of electricity through her.
Lucky's presence enveloped her; there was no need for sight when she could feel him so acutely. His touch orchestrated her responses—a caress here, a nip there, each sensation meticulously curated. He pushed her boundaries with every carefully measured stroke or spank, teaching her body new rhythms of desire and obedience.
“Feel everything,” he instructed, each word punctuated by the glide of the leather across her collarbone. Trinity arched into the touch, her mouth parting in a silent plea for more, for the intensity that she knew only Lucky could provide.
“Are you ready for more, Trinity?” he asked, his tone laced with the authority that made her surrender so exquisitely sweet.
“Yes, Daddy,” she affirmed with a steady voice, even as her heart raced.
Lucky's hand found hers, grounding her before the first impact of the flogger kissed her skin—a gentle caress that morphed into a stinging bite as he varied his strokes. Each lash was a language of its own, speaking directly to her flesh, coaxing moans from her lips as Lucky masterfully navigated the fine line between pain and pleasure. The flogger massaged over her back, her butt, and her thighs. Her cries of pleasure enveloped them.
“Beautiful,” he praised, his words wrapping around her like another element of play, “You take my breath away.”
The rhythm built a crescendo of sensations that left her floating in a sea of endorphins. Trinity clung to the sound of Lucky's steady breathing, the grounding force amidst the storm he conjured with each carefully placed strike of the flogger. She was on the verge of an orgasm, almost floating away with the pleasure he was invoked inside.
“Let go,” Lucky coaxed, sensing her on the brink. “Give it all to me.”
He alternated from rubbing her clit with the flogger, to gently swatting it and adding in a sharp lash on her back in between. Pleasure, pleasure, pain. Pleasure, pleasure, pain.
“Give in. Give Daddy your orgasm. Let me show you how beautiful surrender can be," he coaxed.
And she did. She gave in to the ebb and flow of pain and pleasure, to the trust she placed in his capable hands, to the journey through the depths of their connection. She gave him everything—her trust, her body, her very being, surrendering to the tidal wave of release that shattered her into a million sparkling pieces, only to be tenderly gathered and cradled in the arms of her Daddy.
“Good girl,” Lucky murmured. His voice was a soothing balm as he gently removed the blindfold, allowing the world to seep back into focus.
Lucky's calloused hands, remnants of a life gripping motorcycle handles and combat weapons, now traced the soft lines of Trinity's body with an unexpected gentleness. His touch was warm and tender—a stark contrast to the dominance he had exerted moments earlier. They lay tangled in the plush blankets of his bed, the now crackling fireplace casting shadows that danced over their skin.
“Are you still with me, Little Rabbit?” Lucky whispered. She nodded, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent—leather and pine mixed with the faintest trace of motor oil, a reminder of his world outside. He handed her a bottle of water and she drank quickly, receiving an approving nod from him.
“Always,” she breathed out after handing the bottle back, her fingers going to draw lazy circles on his tattooed forearm, feeling the thrum of his pulse beneath her touch. The room was silent save for the occasional pop from the fire and their synchronized breathing.
“Good.” The stitches from his cheek brushed against her forehead as he kissed her softly, the gesture so full of affection, it made her heart swell. He rolled over until he was on top of her. He reached around her to the bedside table and opened the drawer, grabbing a condom, sliding it on. “Are you ready for this next step?”
“Yes. Hell yes. Please, Lucky. Fuck me.” His knees went between her legs, pushing them apart and he slowly entered her.
Her hips bucked, she didn’t want slow. It had been years since she had sex. She couldn’t remember it feeling this good. She’d never felt filled so completely. If he didn’t start moving…she growled low in her throat. He flicked his hips forward, teasing her.
“More!” She commanded, wildly lifting her hips up. He wrapped one hand around her throat, holding her to the bed.
“I’m in charge.” He told her. “I’ll move as fast or as slow,” he drew out and then rammed forward hard, pushing her body into the mattress, “as I want.” The pressure on her throat wasn’t threatening, he barely rested it there, but damn if she didn’t love it. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth. His tongue pushed inside, and it danced violently with hers. Without breaking the kiss, he ground his hips into hers. Finally, when they both needed oxygen, he broke the kiss while simultaneously pulling out of her.
He returned with a passion she wasn’t ready for. He entered her again and again, slamming her body into the bed with each movement. Reaching his hand between their bodies, he frantically rubbed against her clit with the pad of his thumb. He continued to own her vagina with his dick, in a primal, animalistic way. He was rough. He was violent. He was perfect. As he thrust into her, he built both of their climaxes until she couldn’t hold on any longer. An orgasm so large wracked her body, she quivered, her legs shook, and she made unrecognizable noises.
“Mine,” he screamed out as he took his own.
There was a slight gleam of sweat covering his body after he'd given them both a workout and the best orgasm of her life.
CHAPTER 8
LUCKY
