Page 25 of Magnum, Volume 1

I lay there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, legs still trembling around his shoulders while little aftershocks kept rolling through me. My brain was scrambled and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and almost gentle, then rose over me and savagely rammed himself inside me again. I was already swollen and raw from the first time, and he drove deep, forcing more broken sounds from me. My hands flew to his arms again, fingers digging in hard as he settled his weight over me and fucked me in earnest from the start — harder and faster than anyone ever has before, and all I could do was open my mouth in a silent scream.

This round was nothing like the first, his hips pummeling me with a brutal rhythm. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs and scraped me even more raw inside, but I couldn’t do anything, could only take it — my legs spread wide, my body jolting with every plunge. His inescapable gaze stayed locked on my face the entire time. Like he wanted to watch every iota cross my face to prove how much he was fucking hurting me.

Thankfully, this round seemed to just be about him finally getting his rocks off, because as soon as I was close, he ordered me to come, and once again, my body clenched hard around him and my world imploded into the most ecstatic agony ever, the friction and stretch too much, but his voice demanding I massage his cock and come for him enough to send me to the stratosphere while he kept fucking me at his superhuman relentless pace until I felt him start to lose rhythm — and then, finally, he pulled out, yanked the condom off, and came on my stomach in hot, thick stripes while the end of my orgasm rocked through me.

My gaze went immediately to his cock, and I could only stare because my brain couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing for several long seconds. The end of it was more of a massive misshapen ball than an actual head. The wrist-sized shaft behind it narrowed only slightly before rapidly flaring out again in a sharp, terrifying swell that made my stomach flip just looking at it. By the time it reached the base, it was brutally thick, easily as wide around as a saucer, the kind of girth that should never, ever fit inside a woman.

It didn’t even look real. It looked like something designed to ruin someone. Like one of those fake monster dildos, but way fucking bigger.

And that explained why he didn’t get all the way inside me. And even then, however much he’d managed to force into me had demanded more room than my body could give. I could still feel the ache of how far he had managed to get, the deep, bruised soreness radiating through my entire lower torso, and the sight of what had created the damage made it worse. Made me clench involuntarily around nothing, like my body was still trying to adjust even once it was out.

My gaze went from his cock to his face, still braced over me, watching my expression. He looked down, rubbed his come into my stomach, smearing it in.

“First three orgasms are free,” he said, voice low and rough. His eyes met mine again, calm and certain. “You’ll earn every release I allow from this point forward. I decide your pleasure, not you. No more masturbating.”

I stared at him, letting his words soak in, and then slowly nodded.

I knew it was dangerous, letting him dictate rules like this as if we were already in power exchange, but I couldn’t find it in me to argue. I’d wanted him to take charge, and now he had.

“Use your words when you acknowledge a rule. I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

I swallowed hard, took a breath, and managed to actually get the words out. “Yes, Sir. No more masturbating.”

He sat back on his heels and tilted his head. “I won’t overwhelm you with more rules just yet. You’ll want a shower, and then I’ll explain my house rules over breakfast, before I show you what gets dusted. You shouldn’t need a safeword, but we’ll start with one. What do you use?”

Start with one? The idea he wasn’t a fan of safewords went straight to my clit and made my pussy clench. I detest them, but it’s rare that I’ll agree to do away with them. The goal, though, is to trust someone enough to be able to permanently toss them.

“I’ve played in clubs enough, it’s easiest to stick to red and yellow, Sir.”

His infinitesimal smile told me he appreciated the honorific. “Does red end the scene or just stop it so we can talk?”

“The latter, Sir. Yellow will almost always come before a red, so we don’t have to stop.”

Technically, these discussions are supposed to take place outside of power exchange, but how fucking hot was it for him to break that rule? Fuck, I was too damned sore to take him again, but I damned well needed him all over again.

Chapter 12

Magnum

Her scent told me the conversation was working for her, and that meant I needed to get us off the bed before I crammed my dick back into her again. Humans need a little time to heal after I’ve fucked them the first time.

I patted her mons and climbed off the bed. “Shower and come to the kitchen naked, walking on your toes as if you’re in heels.”

As much as I wanted to smell like her, I took a thirty-second shower and dried off before donning loose shorts and heading to the kitchen. Rather than fucking around with omelets, I just cut the mushrooms and onions, sautéed them, and set the pan to the side with spinach inside to wilt while I put the steaks on.

She came downstairs while I was breaking the eggs into a bowl, and I told her, “Get the milk, and then you can break the rest of the eggs and scramble them into the ingredients already in the pan. I’ll finish the steaks and set the table.”

“I’d like some toast too, please. And some of those wonderful preserves. Maybe the peach today.”

“One piece, or two?”

“One, please.”

Five minutes later, we were sitting down to eat, and I was pleased she’d stayed on her toes the entire time.

“I don’t like collars,” I told her, diving straight in. “I also don’t believe in the thing where sometimes we’re in power exchange and sometimes we aren’t, but I have ways of differentiating between high and low protocol.”