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Driven by passion and desire, he grabbed the butt plug off the tray next to him and lathered it in lube, as well as added some gel to her anus. Then he slowly pushed it deep inside her, and Kenzie moaned. He positioned his cock at her wet entrance and then pushed his hand down on her bottom, putting her body into the sensation of being completely controlled by him.
Kenzie was his.
He grasped her hair again to examine her and tilted her head a little, finding her eyes completely glazed over, so lost in subspace that it pulled him right into Domspace, making his body tingle from head to toe. His mind became attuned to her. He lost sight of all around him, feeling sensations with her, experiencing this moment right alongside her.
Pressing his hand against her bottom, he entered her with one fluid stroke and fucked her in no way he’d ever fucked any submissive. This was a statement. This was a declaration of his ownership. He branded her with his body, leaving no trace of any other man. She belonged to him in every sense of the word. She showed him things she’d never showed anyone. Now he laid that dominance on her body.
Mine.
Her tight heat squeezed him as the butt plug only made her inner walls strangle his cock. Skin slapped against skin as sweat from his forehead landed on her back. He figured the welts on her bottom were only reactivated by his pelvis banging against her sexy ass. Every thrust he made tightened her cunt a little more, until she became a vise against him, instantly accelerating his climax.
He didn’t bother asking her to request her orgasm. She was incapable of talking now, and he wasn’t sure he could, either. Instead, he grabbed her ass, pressing firmly against any of the welts there. In that very second, she was moaning deeply with her orgasm. Each convulsion she gave around him pulled at his release. Her liquid heat coating his cock made him want to blow right there, but he, again, wanted to give her more.
When her cunt stopped convulsing around him, he withdrew, then pulled the butt plug out, placing it on a towel on the tray. He moistened his cock with lube and angled himself, instantly pushing through her tight knot. She trembled beneath him, and he groaned at how her body hugged his cock so firmly.
He thrust slower now, a little gentler, yet the effect was all the same, spiraling him into unknown pleasures. His cock disappeared into her ass, and he grunted, relishing in her beauty. How she allowed him to take her this way. There was no part of her body that he didn’t own tonight. No space inside her that now didn’t belong to him.
Her shuddering intensified, indicating to him that she likely hadn’t come down from orgasm yet, but in fact was now taken higher. As her screams of impending release rang out around him, his climax rose with little warning. Though he needed her to crash over the edge with him.
Fighting off his climax for only a second longer, he grabbed the zipper of clothespins, and in those blissful moments before his cum shot from his cock, he yanked them off. Her scream was different this time. More powerful. More honest. Glorious ecstasy. He blew in that very second, his cum spilling inside her with a statement all on its own. He was now so very deep inside her, where he planned to stay forever.
His muscles surged with power and he roared as he bucked and jerked, losing himself in the intensity. All his strain vanished. All the worry for her evaporated. The only thing remaining was a growing love for this woman.
By the time his cock stopped pulsing, he was drenched in sweat, as was she. He slowly pulled out of her, and she squeaked in protest as if she wanted him to stay right there. Of course, he wanted the same, but tonight had been intense enough for both of them. Feeling slightly dizzy, he cleaned his cock with the wet facecloth and also wiped her anus. Then he re-dressed and set to removing her from the ropes.
Once the last rope fell free, someone cleared their throat. He looked up, wiping the sweat off his brow. Only now did he remember he was in Club Sin, and he discovered every member was watching their scene. He noticed that Sawyer held a fuzzy blanket in his hand. Porter accepted it with a smile and then returned his focus to Kenzie, as she hung over the spanking bench, even though the ropes had been removed.
His markings remained on her bottom and thigh, as they would for a few days. She was perfect. Beautiful. She looked like his as he gathered her off the spanking bench into his arms and wrapped the blanket around her.
He wasted no time moving to the nearest couch. Ignoring everyone around him as he rested her on his lap, placing his chin on her head. Time passed, but he wasn’t sure how many minutes ticked by as they recovered. Though he noticed his skin had dried and his breath returned to normal, as did hers, telling him they’d been there a while.
When she moved against him, she winced, likely from his markings. Makeup ran down her face and her hair was in complete disarray. None of that mattered. She was beautiful Kenzie, and he was enraptured.
She gave him the same expression she did when she was reading. Peace and happiness shone in the depths of her eyes. “Hold me. Don’t let go” was all she whispered.
Elation stole every other emotion inside of him. He might have given much to Kenzie, but she had given him so much more. This sensation of experiencing something bigger than himself made him feel whole. He wasn’t a Dom to dominant women. He was the perfect Dom for this woman, and what he gave her made her happy.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon her lips. “Kitten, from the moment I took you into my arms I never planned to let you go.”
Epilogue
One month had passed and Kenzie decided Cupid wasn’t so bad after all. Things with Porter were good. Really good. She had a boyfriend, and she still couldn’t believe it, but at the same time she didn’t question it, either. Things were moving slowly between them, though it seemed so natural that it didn’t matter. They spent their nights together and their weekends together, too. In fact, there wasn’
t a day that they’d been apart.
What she liked most about being with Porter was that they lived in the here and now and never discussed her past. Until one night, while lying in the safety of his arms in bed, he asked what happened with her mother and sister, and she had told him all of it. Porter had stayed silent, only listening to her story, and then he held her until she went to sleep. After that night, Porter never mentioned it again, but he often asked about the happy times in her life. The happy moments with her mother, her sister, and Gran.
It made her remember more of those moments, too.
Porter drove along the tree-lined street, and she couldn’t help but twine her hands in her lap. In the past weeks Porter wanted to know everything about her, and that’s what drew them to the low-income housing near Spring Valley. Her throat tightened when she spotted the tiny white house on the corner lot. “It’s that one there.”
Porter pulled over to the curb and then cut the ignition, staring at the house before turning to her with a smile. “This is where you grew up?”
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Kenzie said with a snort.
Porter shrugged, giving the house a quick glance. “Your mom did what she could raising two girls on her own. I imagine that couldn’t have been easy.” He opened his car door and exited, and Kenzie quickly followed.
Over the past weeks he had a way of showing the bright side to a situation and that was helping Kenzie see the world in a different light. It helped her remember the good times when she was just a kid, living a happy life.
