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As if in reward, he replaced his fingers on my clit with his tongue. God yes, it was all I needed.
I only just managed to avoid biting down on the finger still in my mouth as an orgasm tore through my body with the force of a hurricane. Wave after wave after wave. I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to stop.
When it finally did begin to subside, his tongue left me, and I thought I might just fall asleep in the blink of an eye and not wake up for a week. But then he was untying me and stripping off his pants. My mouth started to water and the flames that had only just barely been squelched flared to life.
He gripped his massive erection and stroked it slowly while he looked down at me. When his eyes settled between my open legs, I started to worry that he intended to do the thing I’d thought about. Suddenly, I wanted the plug out of me, as if that could somehow make him forget all about that part of me.
“Relax, Pet. I’m not going to fuck you there…yet. But I am going to keep that plug in your ass while I fuck your pussy.”
Now that he’d put that worry to rest, arousal surged through me at full force. He was on top of me in seconds, and his cock slid through my wetness up to my clit. I jerked beneath him as I lunged for his mouth. He let me slide my tongue between his lips and it was strangely erotic to know we were both tasting me.
He thrust in all of a sudden, hard and deep. God, so freaking deep. Though he only filled one part of me, I could feel him everywhere, from my fingertips to my toes. Connected. Joined. Possessing every fiber of my being.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and reached for his shoulders at the same time, clinging to him as he withdrew until only the tip of him remained inside me. He lingered there, and I arched my hips, trying to draw him back in deeper.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded against my lips.
“I want you to fuck me, Master. I don’t want you to ever stop.”
He groaned and plunged in, but just a little. “It seems this morning has made you greedy, Pet.”
Was that a good or bad thing? I had no idea what the right answer was. Had it even been a question? So I just nodded against him.
“Good. I like you this way,” he said as he slammed in deep.
I cried out as he thrust against my cervix. It hurt in the most sinfully exquisite way. The pain burst outward and electrified every nerve in my sex.
“You like that?” he asked as he withdrew and rammed back in.
“Yes,” I cried. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. He drove in deep, over and over again. I climbed so high, so fast, I had to look down to see heaven by the time he sent me careening over the precipice.
“Fuck!” he shouted as shockwaves pulsed through my own body, and he swelled deep inside me.
I imagined his liquid heat filling me as I continued to spasm around him, forcing every drop of come from him before he collapsed on top of me.
When he withdrew, he leaned up to watch as he removed the plug from my body. I felt empty, but I was too tired to care.
I closed my eyes the moment he rolled onto his back and I was nestled in the crook of his arms. I could feel his heart beating against my hand on his chest, and the steady rhythm brought me under fast. I was so tired. It felt like I’d spent the past hours running a gruelling marathon with a fifty-pound weight on my shoulders. So tired.
“Scar, I need you to get dressed.”
His words seemed muffled and I had to struggle to make sense of them. And once I had, I wanted to ignore them and continue to drift off, wrapped in his arms. Something in his tone kept me there though. It wasn’t urgency exactly, but he wasn’t happy about something.
“What’s wrong, Master?” I asked, trying to will my arms to push me up.
“I went to meet with someone—someone who’s going to help us. He’s come back with me.”
I bolted upright and looked around, my tiredness forgotten. Someone here? No, I didn’t want anyone but Derek here. Derek was safe. I could trust him.
“Breathe, Scar. It’s OK.”
I grabbed onto his words. I breathed in and out slowly, and I tried to believe it was OK. He was rubbing my back, but it made me cognizant of the wounds there, and I wanted him to stop.
He did stop, without me asking, and he sat up, too. “Do you remember the man who helped us escape?”
