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They wanted it all, everything to the depths of their sub's soul. Total possession and even beyond that,
something so all-consuming there were no words for it. If there was reincarnation and multiple lives, they wanted all of those. When death came, they intended to leave a brand on the soul of their sub that declared: this one is mine, through all eternity.
She let out a sound that expressed that truth, that told Des he could have that. That he already did. He was staying so still, letting her spasm and clutch around him, whimper and cry out through the orgasm. It wasn't enough. She needed more.
She saw Thomas climax, jetting into the blanket, and Marcus followed right behind him, head tipping back. Hearing the grunts of the two men as they found completion together, she sighed with pleasure. She let go of the window sill to grip Des's hands on her body, dig in with little bites of her nails, trying to tell him what she needed, but he already knew.
He withdrew from her and turned her body in the same motion, lifting it in his arms before she could protest or worry. It was clear from the stern set of his face he would tolerate no nursemaiding from her right now.
He laid her on the bed and stood back, staring down at her body with a peculiar look on his face. "Spread your legs," he said softly. "Cup your breasts, and look at me. Show me you're all mine."
She opened her thighs, knowing her labia and clit were swollen and wet. She cupped her breasts, her nipples stiff and large. Her pulse jumped in her throat as his hot gaze covered her. She realized then he wasn't wearing his pump, and he'd removed the injection site. Today was the day he'd change it out, so he'd wanted nothing between them this first time. She wet her lips.
"Stay in that exact position until I tell you that you can move," he said. Putting his knee on the bed, he positioned himself between her spread legs, taking hold of his cock and slowly stroking himself over her cunt, allowing a couple drops of pre-come to splatter on her clit. She shuddered but held her position. His eyes lifted to her parted, moist lips.
"As tempting as your mouth is right now, I'll take advantage of that later. You'll use that to slick me up right before I fuck your ass. Every time I've tied you up and brought you to climax these past few weeks, I've thought about all the ways I want to use your body, love. It's a good thing you had that nap, but even after I tire you out, I'm going to fuck you in your sleep. I'm going to make sure you know you're mine no matter where you are."
It so matched what she had just thought, it raised the hair on her neck, but in a good way. Thank God, he finally fed his cock into her cunt again, a slow, deep sinking until he adjusted to brace himself over her. His gaze raked her body, the way she was still holding her breasts on display for him. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her body held in an excruciating stasis for him.
"Tell me what you want, Julie."
"I want to put my arms and legs around you. I want to hold you so I can feel our hearts beat together. I need you so close. Please."
"All right. But you let me do the moving, like you're a puppet and I'm holding the strings. I'm going to tie you like that sometime, so you have to move with the pull of the ropes, letting me direct every movement."
"I'd love that." She could imagine that as one of the upcoming performances, except she didn't want him to do it with someone else. Maybe...maybe she'd do it with him. She didn't care who was watching.
He lifted her legs, directing her to clamp them around his bare hips and ass. He bent and kissed the top of her breasts, dipping his head enough to wrap his lips around each cherry-sized nipple in turn and indulge a suckling while she panted and her pussy squeezed down on him. She could feel the telltale quiver of his thighs, the tautness of his ass, evidence of the restraint he was putting on his own desires.
Lifting his head, he took her right hand from her breast, kissed her palm and guided it to his side. Then the other one. He met her gaze.
"You can move and hold me however you like now," he said quietly. "I love you, Julie. No matter what. No matter how good or bad it gets, I love you."
"Same goes," she said, her voice shaking. She slid her arms up to his shoulders, tightened her legs around him as he pushed deep into her. She pressed her face into his neck, holding on as he began to thrust. So much control all these weeks, but suddenly, in the space of an indrawn breath, it broke free. Her cry was as raw as Thomas's as Des pushed her legs higher up on his back so he could slam into her more forcefully, testicles slapping against her perineum, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. He gripped her ass in both hands, shortening the thrusts to make them even more potent, rubbing against her insides, drawing her up the side of that cliff with him again.
He rolled them so she was straddling him and he was bringing her down on him with a hard hand on her hip and another tangled in her hair, his gaze all over the bouncing movement of her breasts. He reared up to capture a nipple in his teeth and bit, making her yelp at the pain but tangle her fingers in his hair to hold on, take it, take anything he needed to do to her. He rolled her to her back again and braced himself above her, slowing it down, then speeding it up. He was obviously taking full pleasure in being inside her once again as he drew closer and closer to release.
He was her anchor in a world that was spinning and quaking. He came down on her again, let her wrap her arms around him once more. It was as if he couldn't get enough of every position, every view. It told her he wasn't making empty threats about what the rest of her night was going to be like. But she was okay with that. With all of it.
She held onto him, spoke incoherent messages of love into his ear as their bodies rocked and moved together. He responded in kind, and she pressed her cheek against his face. "Des," she whispered. "Master. Please give all of yourself to me. Please."
He was close, she could tell he was, but she also sensed a struggle in him. This close, so open to one another, she understood. He was having to hurdle an obstacle that had come with the surgery, some wall of uncertainty about the strength of his body, the full recuperation of it. She could feel it in him now, that struggle, and she slid her hands down his back to grip his flexing buttocks and gazed up at him.
"Master," she whispered again. "Please come for me. I need to feel you release inside me."
His brown eyes were fiery heat, and his lips stretched back in a snarl, a ripple going through his body as he finally let go. The climax was hard and long, a pulsing, heated wetness that sent her spiraling off into a jolting aftershock.
When they at last slowed, she was gasping and he had a satisfied set to his mouth. It filled her with anticipation, and a contentment so deep she didn't ever want to leave this moment.
Almost. She wouldn't let him go, willing him to lay his full weight on her.
"I'm too heavy."
"Not for just a minute. Please."
He complied, though he propped his elbow by her head so she didn't have all of it. Though he was lean, he was a very solid one-seventy again, so she appreciated the consideration, despite perversely also wanting him so close he crushed her.
"Thank you. For all of it. And the thing with Marcus and Thomas. Why...?"
