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“You feel so good, little one.”
I brace myself on my elbows and begin thrusting, working my cock in and out of her tight, wet cunt. She feels too good to be true, too perfect for this world, too pure and bright for the darkness we’ve endured. Yet she readily takes the pleasure-pain cocktail I offer, pushing back as I drive forward. She’s my match in every way. My redeemer, my ward. The day we met I became her guardian, her protector and keeper, in the truest sense of the term.
Wedging my hands between her body and the bed, I squeeze and cup her breasts as I fuck her. Judging by how her inner muscles flex around me, I must be grinding her clit into the mattress with every thrust. The sound of the chains rattling against the headboard makes my balls tighten. She’s entirely at my mercy, helpless but not without help, because I’m determined to aid her in dragging another orgasm from her insatiable pussy.
I change up my pace from slow and deep to hard and fast, kissing and biting the back of her neck and shoulder. Her sweat tastes salty-sweet and I lap it up, swallowing it down like liquor. I’m drunk on the sound of her moans and the feel of her body around me.
Grace whimpers as I withdraw from her pussy. I guide her onto her elbows and knees, then reach between her thighs to tease her clit. She grinds against my fingers. I spread her folds and bring my mouth to her pussy, wagging my tongue across her clit.
“Sir...” She arches her back to grant me better access to her clit. “I want to come again. Can I? Please?”
“You’d fucking better, little one,” I growl. “I’m not fucking you again until you do.”
I eat her pussy from behind, licking and sucking until she’s a trembling mess. She wants to come, but her pussy needs something more to help drive her over the edge. I feel around the bed for the vibrator, switch it on, and touch it to her clit.
“Oh, God... Sir...” She goes stone silent for a moment, then moans like a siren, humping the vibrator and letting out a long, hoarse breath.
I don’t give her time to recover from her orgasm before I enter her again. Her muscles continue to flex around me as I pound into her. Hard, fast, and deep. She meets my thrusts. I’m so close, I can feel my orgasm building, surging from my balls into my groin, up and out of my cock, into my little one. My Grace. My love.
I crash into her, pulsing and shooting, filling her up until she’s overflowing. Claiming and marking her as mine.
This is hardly the first time I’ve come inside her, and it certainly won’t be the last, but something about it feels different. Suddenly, it hits me: I integrated sex into a scene with Grace without pausing to second guess my instincts.
My cum runs down between her thighs as I withdraw from her body. I unhook the chains from the cuffs at her wrists, then draw her into my lap.
I press a kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you, little one,” I rasp.
“For what, Sir?” she whispers.
“For trusting me with your precious self tonight.”
She smiles and nuzzles into my chest.
“Thank you, Sir, for trusting yourself with me.”
