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He grinned. “Oh, you’re still very, very good, my Cela.”
He dragged his hand upward, streaking her belly with her own arousal, and then cupped one of her breasts. The small metal clamp he’d placed on her nipple glinted in the firelight. He brushed a thumb across the hard point, and she gasped.
“So pretty.” He lowered his head and licked the tight, swollen nub, eliciting a desperate mewl from her.
“Oh, God, please,” she begged. “I can’t take anymore. Going to lose it.”
“You can take it. And no, you won’t. Not until I tell you,” he said, his tone firm. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the tip.
“Fuck.” Her back bowed, and she pressed into him, near writhing.
He smiled as he released her breast. When his sweet-mouthed girl started cursing, he knew she was barely clinging to her edge. He pushed her down to her knees and onto the thick carpet. “On your elbows, angel. I want that pretty view while I fuck you.”
Without hesitation, she went down onto her elbows, spreading her knees and presenting him with the sexiest Christmas gift he could imagine—the golden slope of her back, his marks coloring her skin, and her arousal glistening in the dancing light. Her submission, fully and unselfishly given. God, he wanted her. Not only in this moment. Not only tonight. And not only in his bed.
But right now he couldn’t let himself think that far. Right now he needed to do the one thing he’d been waiting for all night—claim the woman he loved.
—
I pressed my palms to the floor, my fingers curling into the unfamiliar carpet. Every molecule in my body seemed to be vibrating, like one wrong move and my existence would simply disintegrate into a mass of amorphous energy.
Foster had spanked me and hit me with the crop so many times, my skin tingled like there was electricity skating over it. I’d come once already, but since the initial release he’d brought me to the brink of orgasm at least four more times, licking me, touching me, and teasing me with a vibrator. My thighs were damp with my need, and my sex was throbbing, the pressure building past anything I’d ever experienced before. If he made me wait too much longer, madness or violence was a distinct possibility.
But Lord, I loved every minute of this. Being under his hand was like experiencing life on a different plane. Every color was brighter, every sound amplified, every touch like sparks. I wished I could pull off the blindfold and look back at him, see that dark power that rolled off him in these moments. But tonight I sensed he needed the shield of the blindfold more than I did. There’d been a quiet intensity about him all day.
Tonight was more. But how exactly I wasn’t sure.
I listened as Foster unzipped his pants and divested himself of his clothes—the room silent except for the popping logs in the fireplace. Then his hands were on me, spanning my hips, caressing me. He moved his palms along the curve of my ass, gently spreading me. “You have no idea how much I like seeing my marks on you, angel, what it does to me.”
I let the small of my back dip low, lifting myself to his touch, loving the grit in his voice, the str
ain.
Breath tickled my damp sex and then his mouth was on me, tenderly licking along my sensitive folds. My body shook under the simple touch, orgasm coiling in me, ready to break free. But I forced it back, breathing deeply through my nose and rocking against my forearms. “Please.”
He laid a wet kiss on my center, letting his tongue slide inside me, once, twice, then pulled back a second later as if knowing exactly how far he could push me without sending me over. “Such a patient girl. I think you need to be rewarded for that.”
I sighed into the rug as he shifted behind me, my whole being readying for what I’d been dying for all night—Foster on me, inside me, overwhelming me. But instead of the head of his cock pressing against my cleft, the slick tip nudged my back entrance. I stiffened in surprise.
“Easy, angel,” he said in that low, soothing voice of his. “We’ve been working up to this. You’re ready tonight.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned as he rubbed the head over my pucker. He’d been teasing me back there, occasionally slipping a finger in or a small plug, but never had he tried to enter me. I’d been half-intrigued and half-terrified of it for a month now.
“You trust me?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I said without hesitation.
“Then just breathe and push back against me. Your body will let me in.”
“Okay,” I said, sounding more confident than I felt. I did as he said, fighting hard not to brace myself and tense. I knew that would make it hurt. The head of his cock pressed against my ass, and I widened my knees. Resistance pushed back against him, and it felt like there was no way all of him was going to ever get past it, but then I took a deep breath and the thick head breached my entrance. A snap of discomfort went through me, the invasion so foreign, but then the lubricant went to work, easing his way, and he sank inside me. My eyes almost rolled back in my head with the intensely intimate feel of it.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Foster said on a groan, rocking into me oh-so gently. “So fucking perfect, angel. I’ll never get tired of this, of feeling you around me, every part of you being mine, experiencing how beautiful you are when you let go.”
Neither did I. And I couldn’t imagine ever tiring of his touch. I’d worried early on that the thrill of this kind of relationship would wear off. That the dynamic could get old after the initial intrigue faded. But being with him like this was my escape. Even if I’d had a day of work at the ER vet clinic that had made me want to take up heavy drinking, I could go into this sacred space with Foster and all of that would fade away, leaving only the two of us.
I loved it.
I loved him.
