I slam her down on my cock.
Lift her off slowly.
“You did so well during thescene.”
Her fingers in my hair, she twistsher torso and liftsher other breast to me.Itakeit greedily.She criesout, an edge of pain toher voice.
Lifting my head, I look at the state of her chest.Ragged and raw.Eighteenwhips shetook from me.
“You’re so fucking good to me,” I growl as I kiss the cut the last smackgaveher.
I slam her down on my cock.
Lift her off slowly.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she’sbucking and crying for mercy.Taking her lips in mine, I stroke my tongue inside her mouth.Teasing.Building.Claiming.
“Did my perfectlittlequeen like being whipped?”I ask, looking her in the eye.
Half-lidded, she staresback at me.Her lips parton little pants and whimpers.“Yes.”
I slam her down on my cock.
Lift her off slowly.
“And does my perfectlittlequeen like it when I come inside her?”
“Yes.”She clenchesaround meas she startsto squirm.Her hands slap at my chest as she struggleson the edge of release.My ballsgrowtight.
“Gods, you’re so fucking hot.”Grabbing the back of her neck, I kiss her on the mouth.Her breaths mix with mine.Her groans and moansaremine to take.Her trust, her control – all mine.
As my chest expandswith allthat she’sgiving me, I rub her clit harder, just like she showedme earlier.
She buckson a cry.Holding her down, I shoot mycumdeep inside her.My arms wrap around her.The spray beatsdown on both of us.Our breaths mingle in hard pants, hers flowing into my lungs, mine flowing into hers.
“I love you,” she whispers.“I never meant to hurt you.”
Stilling, I struggle to hold her gaze.
Cupping her face, giving myself an excuse to look away, Iclose my eyes andkiss her slowly.“Just promise you won’t ever again.”
She nods, tears streaming down hercheeks.
I kiss away each one.I holdher tight as the words she said bouncearound my skull, marking me.
Her betrayal still cutsthrough my chest, but itdoesn’tsting as much anymore.
She trustsme.
And for now, thatisenough.
Keeping my dick inside her, I pick up the washcloth and gently begin cleaning the abrasions and cuts on her breasts.She jerkson a hiss when I touch the bruise on her left one.Ever so gently, I cup it, then pat it with the cloth.
The tension in her back easesas I make my way down her body.I wipe away the blood crusted around my initials.Spreading her legs, I tend to the rashes on her thighs.I massage the bruising on her ass.
Finished, I put the cloth down and prepare to stand up with her still wrapped around me, butmy queenpicksup thetoweland touchesit to my face.
Ifreeze.
