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He stands at my opening and if anyone could see this, they would be disgusted at the depraved scene as he stands fully clothed ready to take me in the most basic of ways. As he enters my body, I love the delicious trail of heat that accompanies it and as he slides home, his grunts of pleasure are music to my ears. He isn’t gentle either and thrusts inside quickly, roughly and so hard the chair rocks with me tied to it, the leather grazing my wrists and the plastic ties biting into my skin. He drives in so hard I bite my lip as he tears inside my wet heat and I struggle to breathe because this is brutal, rough and so sexy I want more of the same.
He fists my hair and holds my head in place as he pushes in hard and the pleasure builds. On and on he goes until I swear a white light blinds me and I scream so hard he captures it in his mouth and bites down hard. Pleasure mingles with pain and the wave of ecstasy that pumps through my body is the most glorious high and then I almost weep as he pulls back and tears the condom from his cock and using his hand, pumps his seed all over my face and body. Marking me, claiming me and owning me.
For a moment there is silence. There are no words to describe what just happened and I blink as my breathing comes ragged and fast. I feel his mark of ownership running like a sticky trail down my body and, as he pulls back, he rakes my body with a satisfied gaze. “Perfect.”
He reaches down and smears his arousal over my breasts and just feeling how dirty this is makes me shiver with desire. What has happened to me indeed because I am getting off on things I would never believe in a million years would excite me so much.
Thankfully, he snaps the ties and unfastens the belt and pulls me from the chair. “Lie on the floor.”
He commands me and I obey and as I lie face upwards, he gently cleans my body with care and precision.
As soon as he finishes, he says abruptly, “You may dress now.”
Feeling slightly sad about that, I reach for my clothes as he pours us both a coffee from the pot and waves to the couch.
“Drink this.”
I do as he says and am grateful for the strong coffee he appears to love so much and feel surprised when he sits in the chair opposite.
After what just happened, this feel so cold and he looks at me with a blank expression and says abruptly, “Tonight we sleep, we have work to do tomorrow and I have decided that for now we sleep in separate rooms.”
His words cause me anxiety and I say fearfully, “Have I disappointed you?”
“No.” He smiles. “Not at all, but I think we should keep this arrangement strictly professional. Intimacy will be reserved for your lessons and our personal space is ours. It’s best this way for both of us because feelings must be kept out of it, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” For some reason I feel miserable about that because I wanted to lie wrapped in his arms, possibly feel better about my decision, but this just reinforces the fact it’s just sex. Cold, yet hot, devastating sex and, after all, isn’t that what I want, anyway?
You’re a fool, a misguided fool.
That little voice inside my head shouts me down and, in my heart, I know she’s right. Can I have sex without emotion? I just did but now I’m not so sure because now he’s made it clear what this is, I feel so hurt I want to tuck myself into a ball and cry bitter tears of self-loathing. Why am I not good enough for him, and why does he make me feel like a queen one minute and a whore the next?
As we go our separate ways, I am faced with a long night of recriminations as I go through events in my mind as to what went on here today. Can I really do this? It’s so cold it will destroy me in the end. But as I lie in the large comfortable bed, my hands reach for my body imagining they are his. Yes, I’m screwed because I couldn’t back out now if I tried.
