Page 74 of In His Cuffs

Maggie made her way to the desk. Its surface was marred by her tears and sweat. She feared it would be worse when they were finished.

Now that he’d done his worst, broken her down, and shown her what to expect, she could manage the rest.

This one caught her thighs and she sobbed, but didn’t scream, surrendering to the agony instead of fighting it. When they’d talked about a punishment spanking, she’d told him it would be difficult for her because her Dom would be distant and remote. That wasn’t the case. She knew this deepened what they shared. The way he’d cradled her had nurtured her. This lesson, she’d never forget, even though it wasn’t the one he’d intended to deliver.

More than anything, she wanted things to be the way they had been at his house.

This was a means to make that happen. In that regard, she looked forward to having it over.

“Last one,” he told her when she offered herself to him.

He seared her, and before she’d absorbed the impact, he was there, sitting on the desk, gathering her close. “Maggie mine.”

She’d wondered if she’d hear those words again.

He kissed her forehead and swiped away her tears. “We’ll go to your place,” he said. “I’ll drive you in your car. Mine should be safe enough in the parking garage.”

David moved her to a chair and bundled her lingerie into her purse as he searched for her keys. He helped her back into her shoes, skirt and blouse then said, “Stay here.”

Five minutes later, he was illegally parked in front of the building and helping her outside into the car.

She barely remembered the drive home, or the shower, or him dabbing the bruise cream onto her skin before holding her beneath the covers.

When the shock wore off, he was looking down at her. “I love you, Maggie mine,” he told her.

“You…”

“Yeah.” He stroked her forehead. “I love you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Oh, Master.”

“Mr Tomlinson is fine, I’ve decided,” he said.

“Really?”

“You’re right, it’s ours. Though, from time-to-time, you’re welcome to call me Master.”

“Will you do me a favour, Mr Tomlinson?”

“Anything.”

“Fuck me? I can’t bear it if you don’t.”

“You’re up for it?”

“Fucking fuck me, Master.”

“Well, since you asked so nice.” He left the bed long enough to grab a condom from his wallet and something from her drawer. He cuffed her hands above her head then moved between her legs, cockhead poised to enter her pussy and said, “Tell me you love me, Maggie.”

“It took me a while to figure it out, but I did, yesterday. I love you, Mr Tomlinson.”

He claimed her mouth and demanded her surrender as he plunged into her cunt. He reached up and closed one hand around the cuffs, bringing them even closer.

His thrust spoke of desperation, of claiming, of marking, and she wanted all that and more.

Ending the kiss, he said, “Mine, Maggie.”

“Yours, Master,” she replied with softness and surrender.

“You’re moving in with me.”

“Is that a request?”

He drove into her. She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“What do you think?”

She laughed. “I think you’re non-negotiable.”

“Not true.”

It was all she could do to keep her gaze focused on him when she wanted to close her eyes and surrender to the moment. But that would mean sealing out the sight of him with his revealingly blue eyes, dark hair and intense features. “Not true, Mr Tomlinson?”

“I’m persuasive. I know you won’t be coerced, and your mind may be willing to resist me, but your flesh can be convinced.”

“Is that right?” She loved this more temperate side of him. It made him richer and more complex.

“Sunday morning lattes,” he said.

“That’s unfair.”

He slowly pumped inside her, filling her up.

“Hot tub for two.”

“Hmm…”

“The freedom to scream as long and as loud as you like. Floggings, spankings, orgasms so powerful you can’t walk the next day.”

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