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He curves his fingers and rubs that spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head. “Say it, cheri.”
I can’t focus on his face, not when he’s doing this, and not when we’re getting caught up in the energy and power of the night.
“I need you to break me apart, Ignatius.” My back arches as another climax rolls through me, preparing to peak. “I need you to tear me apart, so you can put me back together.”
“Très bien, very well.” He grins wickedly as he presses down on my clit with his thumb while his fingers work their magic inside me.
My body curls so far back from the intensity tearing through me, Ignatius has to hold me up. I’m his to command, his to do with as he pleases. I’m merely an instrument, a vessel.
When the tremors dissipate, he pulls me up so my chest is pressed against his. This time his kiss is slow and deliberate. He takes his time as he tastes me and gets his fill.
“On your knees and take my cock out.”
My mouth waters and my body yearns for him.
I slide down his front, his hand still holding my hair, and get on my knees at his feet. In that moment, we aren’t Dominique and Ignatius. He is my master and I’m his servant, I’m his to command, and he’s mine to worship. At this moment, we cannot be without the other. This isn’t us fucking, this is the powers owning. We are all that they are, and they exist through us.
I undo his pants and release his thickness. The slickness at his tip glistens in the moonlight. I flick my tongue and lick it clean; his hiss of pleasure is my reward. I take him into my mouth, flatten my tongue around his girth, and take him deep in my throat. His hips rock into my face as I open my throat until my lips press against his abdomen.
“Christ,” the word escapes through his clenched teeth as he pulls out.
I look up at him from where I am, and pure joy fills me at the sight of him coming undone because of me.
Spit drips from my mouth and down my chin. He tilts my head back. He says, “You look absolutely glorious,” as he rubs the saliva over my mouth. “Open,” he commands. I do. He slips the two fingers he had buried inside me into my mouth and my taste mingles with his on my taste buds. “How do we taste together, cheri?” His tone is gruff and full of need.
I moan in response as my eyes dip shut. We taste perfect together.
He bends down with his fingers still in my mouth. “Let me taste.” I open wider for him and his tongue joins with his fingers in my mouth. Our tongues curl together, they dance together, twirling around each other, licking my flavor from him. He removes his hand and holds my face close to his as he says, “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you.”
God, yes.
As the fire roars beside us, and the trees silently watch, I turn around and get on my hands and knees for him, offering myself to him completely.
My heart is pounding so hard, I’m able to count the beats as I wait for him. When I feel the air move on my bottom and on my back, I know he’s positioning himself. When his hand strokes down my spine, my skin sings for more.
“Such a beautiful sight. My goddess on her knees,” I hear him murmur.
Then I jump from the slap he delivers to my sex between my spread legs. It stings, then blooms into bliss. I push back asking for more.
“What do you want?” he asks as he slaps my pussy again.
“You,” I yell, breathless.
“That’s not what you said before,” he growls. “Tell me.” SLAP.
My back arches from the sting, wanting another.
“I want you to break me,” I pant.
SLAP. This time it lands on my right cheek.
“Then put me back together!” I squeal.
SLAP. The left cheek.
I’m breathing heavily when he screws his thumb into my wetness, then presses it onto the tight ring of muscle of my ass. My entire body trembles from the knowledge of what’s coming.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he presses in and I feel myself give for him. “And here,” the crown of his shaft enters me. This time not only do my toes curl from the intense pleasure, but my loins feel like they do as well. I know his thumb is completely seated inside my bottom from the slight pain. When he begins to rock his hips, rubbing himself against my stinging spanked skin, I’m lost in the sea of pain and pleasure.
He isn’t fucking me. He’s breaking me down with each thrust of his hips, with each twist of his thumb. He’s shattering me, and offering all that I am, taking everything from me, and I give it all to him willingly.
I come so hard, I feel like I’m a million shards of glass exploding into the fire, and bursting into flames.
“That’s it, cheri, give me it all,” he growls as he grabs my hips with both hands and takes his pleasure, driving himself to the place he’s taken me to.
I don’t remember much after that. I know he carries me upstairs. I’m high from the sex, and the chanting. I’m barely coherent through the shower, and when he tucks me into bed. I’m not sure if I’m dreaming when he goes back downstairs to put out the fire.
I think it’s a dream when he slides in next to me and I hear I love you.
