Did I like it? Do I want it?
My body is awash with endorphins. I’ve never felt so sensitive, so aroused, so desperate, so fulfilled.
The answer’s a clearhell, yes…but damn, that was intense. I might need a day or three to recover.
He sweeps my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck. “Howare you doing, Tink?”
It takes me a moment to find my voice. “Broken.”
“Good.”
Then the bastard chuckles, and it sets off a round of after-shocks that would count as orgasms themselves under any other circumstances.
“Stop, please…” I beg as soon as I can. “Don’t move.”
“I’ll get you a drink.”
“Not now, not now,” I say in a rush. “Just keep still.”
Another chuckle. Maybe he can’t help himself, but I think he’s doing it on purpose.
My pussy clenches so hard I’m sure it counts as coming, and my breathing stops.
Jesus.
“What did you do to me?” It’s barely a whisper.
“Made you mine.”
My heart flips at that. Because he’s right, he has.
We lay quiet for a long while, until at last he softens and slips from within me, his cum trickling out. Even then he doesn’t move, keeping me pinned, idly stroking my hair while I feel his heart beating against my back.
“I love you,” I murmur. The words didn’t ask my permission; they just arrived.
“I know you do.”
Yeah, that’s right. That’s what he always replies.
I wish, just this once, he wouldn’t.
Twenty-Seven
Vicky
Iawake with the dawn light through the blinds, filling the room. Alex’s arm is around me, his hand on my breast. How does he manage to keep it there while we’re asleep?
I shift, and wince as my body protests. Everywhere aches, but my pussy is tender. It’s a dull throb that serves as a reminder… as if I could forget what he did to me.
Just the thought makes me clench, which in turn makes me wince. Damn it.
Alex stirs behind me. “Morning, beautiful.”
“You’re mean,” I mutter. “Do you know how sore I am? You’re a mean meanie who’s sadistically mean.”
He chuckles, a contented, smugsound. “Take a bath.”
It’s casually delivered, and he probably doesn’t even intend it like that, but I still tense. I stillreact. My nipples tighten, I clench, get wet, cringe as my body protests.
