Page 25 of Possessive Ink

When she doesn’t respond, I spank her again, layering a third handprint over the other two and making her flawless peach skin flame red.

“Ow. I get it. I get it.”

Arching an eyebrow, I capture her gaze with mine and wait.

“I get it…Sir.”

The moment the title slips from her lips, I can’t fight the smirk that curls at the edges of my mouth. “Thank you, Princess. Now settle and be patient.”

Whining dramatically, she lets her ass drop to the comforter. Not releasing her gaze, I let long moments pass where neither of us moves, until I’m confident that she’s gotten the message. Only then do I lower myself between her thighs and bury my face into her perfect cunt.

“Sir.” She makes the title sound like the longest word in the world, elongating the syllables while I laser in on her clit and suck it between my lips.

She tastes sweet and sexy, exactly the way she looks, and I lick and suck at her folds while she whimpers and moans beneath me.

“Sir,” she pants when I slowly slip one finger into her pussy, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue as she parts her legs a little wider, giving me more access and making my finger slip a little deeper.

My dick hardens until it actually hurts as I slip a second finger into her body, loving the way she clenches around my digits. I feel it as her pleasure starts to heighten, and a forgotten sense of peace washes over me. Her pants and moans echo through my ears as I pump my fingers in and out of her body, lasering in on her G-spot while I flick and torment her clit until her hips are winding and gyrating beneath me.

When she comes, it’s like a jolt to the heart. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers as the muscles in her thighs tense, and she holds her breath for a long second until all the tension releases in a burst of sound and movement.

“Oh god. Atticus. Sir. Oh god,” she squeals, her hips jerking as her orgasm splinters inside of her, wetness seeping from her body to coat my fingers.

“That’s it, Princess. You’re beautiful,” I praise as the orgasm washes over her until her body sags into the mattress. Instead of stopping or replacing my fingers with my rock-hard dick, I dip my head lower and lick the arousal from my knuckles before I focus on her clit again, lapping at the slightly engorged bundle of nerves with the flat of my tongue.

“What are you doing?” she pants, sounding confused as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her channel, making the most of her wetness when she clenches her internal muscles.

“Did you really think that worshipping you meant one orgasm?” I breathe against her cunt.

“Yes?” she says.

“Oh, Princess, you have so much to learn. But that’s okay. I enjoy teaching.” Sucking her clit into my mouth, I scrape my teeth over the nub, crooking my fingers inside of her as her ass arches off the bed and a sound of surprise slips from her lips.

“Oh god, oh god,” she chants, and I freeze, lifting my face from her core to glare at her.

“Sir, Sir…I mean Sir,” she quickly corrects.

Smirking, I chuckle against her wet folds, pushing my tongue into her body alongside my fingers, and making a mewl of pleasure slip from her lips.

More arousal seeps from her cunt as I slide my fingers in and out of her while I suck and nip at her clit, and the sound of her wetness and her soft cries seem to fill the air around us. I forgot how much I love this. How consuming it is to be so focused on someone else’s pleasure that the rest of the world fades to darkness, and all that exists is her and me and us.

Her second orgasm detonates like an atomic bomb, her lush, full curves jerking beneath me as a guttural scream bursts from her, ricocheting off the walls and reverberating straight to my dick.

“Oh god. Sir, fuck, Sir,” she whines, her hands pushing at my head.

“Settle, Princess. I’m nowhere near done, and neither are you,” I taunt, pressing my finger onto her G-spot and making her cry out again while her wetness oozes onto my sheets beneath her. I’ll have to change my bedding once we’re done, but I’ll be taking a picture of how much I made her drip before I do.

“No more,” she wheezes, but I ignore her, rubbing at her G-spot while I flick at her clit, wanting to sit up so I can see how swollen her nub is, but unwilling to even pause until she comes at least once more.

“Again, Princess. Show me how loud you can be for me,” I order, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit until she wails, her hips vibrating as she splinters for a third time.

The sound of her complete surrender as her body becomes mine is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I recognized the instant possession I felt the moment I saw her, but right now, I truly know that she belongs to me. She’s the reason I’ve carried that necklace with me for years. She’s the reason I never committed to any of the women I met in the past. She’s the reason, because every moment led me to her and to now.

“Jesus, Princess, you were made just for me,” I praise, reluctantly dragging my fingers from inside of her so I can clamber off the bed. Stripping out of my clothes quickly, I fold them and place them onto the bench at the end of the bed before I let my gaze move back to my princess.

Her eyes are closed as her chest heaves up and down, her full tits swaying while tremors pulse through her body. My dick is dripping with need, and even though I’m tempted to finger fuck her into a couple more orgasms, she’s already too close to passing out, and I need to be inside of her before I let her fall asleep.

Leaning over her, I palm her hips and squeeze. “Wake up, Princess. We’re not done yet.”