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still abiding by my limits even though I can’t see his dick.

It makes my heart melt that he’s so concerned about me in this way. Despite everything between

us, I can always count on him to care for me and abide by my limits, and honestly, I’ve never felt

safer.

His rough hands grab my ass, and I wince, pulling away, expecting there to be the same sort of

pain as when I’ve been under the paddle, but there’s not. The skin is a little tender, but I don’t feel

bruised or battered in the same way. Groaning, I push back toward him, silently giving him my

consent to do what he wants with me.

The head of his cock notches in my opening, and for a moment, we both just breathe there together,

connecting in a way only we can. His hand slides up my back and stops as we simply inhale and

exhale together. For someone that’s so adamantly against the woo-woo stuff, he’s doing a good job of

maintaining an energy exchange.

I’ve done similar things with clients to get them to relax, and here he is, letting me melt into him

with this same technique. Smiling, I slump against the table, letting him have all of me. The moment I

relax, he surges in, filling me completely until I feel as if I can’t breathe.

Keeping my body still and languid, I allow him to pour everything into me. I keep my breathing

even, focusing on simply pulling air into my lungs and pushing it out with every other thrust. Soon, his

movements slow until his rhythm matches my breathing. He rocks into me with hard, purposeful

thrusts, adding that extra oomph to push the air out of me.

My vision wavers as I drift away. Usually, I only reach this state with intense play or ropes, but

here I am, hovering on the edge of subspace with only his dick to get me here. A smile curves my lips

as I lie there, blissed out, nearly high on Master Aiden.

His grunts fill the room, but they sound so far away, so muffled. Exquisite pleasure dances along

my nerves with each motion, both in and out. Moaning, I dig my nails into the padding below me and

force myself to remain relaxed. I so desperately want to push back, to fuck him just as much as he’s

fucking me, but to do so would break this spell that’s weaving around us, tying us together in a way I

didn’t even think was possible.

The moment he reaches under me and strokes my clit, my world begins to unravel. Everything

inside me clenches and releases as loud groans spill from my lips. I want time to stop. I want to be in

this moment forever, just on the cusp of release where every inch of my skin is alive and full of