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I don’t question what. I don’t question where. I’ve handed all power over and it’s therapeutic. No worries. No concern. No pressure.
His thumb is suddenly gone, and his hand appears again. “Suck it.” He pushes a butt plug past my lips, and I close my eyes, sucking the cold metal. It pops free, and he drags that down my spine too, until he reaches my ass. I inhale, feeling it pushing against me, and swallow as it slips into me, my muscles gripping it hard. Then his fingers slip inside me, sweeping far and wide.
“James,” I breathe, feeling sensation overload.
“What, baby? What’s wrong?”
Wrong? Is this wrong? “Nothing’s wrong.” I murmur, closing my eyes, floating away again. His fingers slip free and his cock slips in. “Oh, God,” I say over a sigh, my body shaking, my skin tingling, my core gushing.
He takes my hair and thrusts gently, and I feel the leather paddle smoothing over my bottom again. It leaves my skin. I brace myself.
Slap!
I jolt, the sting biting, but he thrusts on.
Slap!
I hiss, pushing my face into the mattress as blood floods to my head and my clit.
Thwack!
He drives deep at the same time. “More,” I beg.
And he gives me more.
His pace increases, and with the increase of pace comes more thrashes. My ass is full, my pussy full, my skin blazing. I’m being attacked full force in various ways, and I want more. I zone out, hypnotized by his ferocity, walking the path to nothingness. I go nowhere. I hear no words. I see no evil.
I taste only freedom.
My internal walls quiver as the friction builds. The slickness. The heat. The power. And then the tell-tale sign of a release is within reach, and it brings me back into the room. I gasp, drinking in air, starving for it, my clit pulsing. My thighs tremble, and with each drive, each spank, each constriction of my ass muscles, it edges forward, almost prowls, creeps, giving me time to prepare for it.
“Go on, Beau,” James yells over the ear-piercing sound of our colliding bodies. “Let it bend you. Let it break you.”
It hits me with so much power, it makes my eyes water. My body jacks off the bed. James fingers dig into my hips, holding me tightly, and he bangs on, slamming my orgasm out of me. I scream. My head’s spinning. I choke on nothing, gritting my teeth, as bolts of pleasure tear through me like a monster, leaving limp, listless muscles in their wake. The sensitivity becomes too much, my jaw aching from the force of my clenched teeth.
I really am utterly broken. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to even think. James pulls out, and he helps me to my back. I can’t see him. Even my vision has failed me. Once again, he pushes my knees to either side of my ears, and I feel him watch me as his head falls south. His tongue meets the ring of muscles holding the butt plug in place, and he circles it slowly, working his way up through my pussy as he pulls the plug free with his fingers. He releases my legs. Kisses my navel. Each breast. And then my lips.
I force my heavy eyes to remain open, trying to clear my vision. Trying to see him. He spreads himself all over me, my bound hands fall limply over my head, and he enters me again, this time slowly. The fog leaves my sight.
And there he is, looking out of this world, soaked, like he could have just stepped out of the shower. His pace now is meticulous and lazy. He glides in and out with ease, in no rush, and when his piercing blues seem to turn up a notch in the brightness stakes, his face strains, and he quickly pulls out again, walking on his knees until they’re positioned either side of my chest. He wraps a fist around his girth and pumps over my face, the lust in his eyes crazy as he looks down at me, his lips parted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so magnificent. So powerful.
He reaches down and pulls at my bottom lip, and I open my mouth. He comes hard on a hiss, the tip of his cock bursts like a volcano, cum spraying my boobs, my face, hitting my tongue. I would close my eyes and savor the salty taste of him, if I could bear taking my eyes away from what’s towering over me, exuding supremacy, screaming sex.
His back arches, his hips push forward, the thrusts of his hand starting to slow, and then he falls forward onto a fist, struggling to hold himself up. “My God,” he whispers, dipping to kiss the corner of my mouth, not bothered by his seed spread all over my lips. “I’m broken.” He collapses and blankets me with his body, completely crowding me.
