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I draw my fingers from her. Before her next breath, I reinsert her with three of my fingers now. Her eyes widened. Instinct has her trying to shift away from me. But her pussy is dripping wet, a pretty stream of her juices drizzles down to her asshole and I salivate to lick it away from her flesh.
My fingers are long and thick and she is still so tiny. I scissor them slowly, using up all the room she’s given me inside her. Then I lower my head and replace her bruises with my own.
I use my teeth, my tongue, my whole mouth to bite her, lick her, suck on her so strongly, that I change the purple of her bruises to a blood red.
Mine.
My touch.
She’s writhing on the bed, squirming and crying, begging and coming for me. Over and over again as I bite her, suck her, giving her a new kind of pain to drown out the other one.
She’s fucking my fingers off as she wails in beautiful agony. My cock threatens to implode from wanting to feel the death grip of her orgasms on its hardness. Pre-cum stains my jeans already. Her own cum has saturated the fabric on my thigh. Greedily I want to lick it up but it’s out of my reach.
“Kayne,” she weeps and nothing sounds prettier.
She is everything I want. Need. But I let her get hurt.
I brush the thought aside because I tell myself this isn’t about me. It’s about her. I double ignore the voice that questions that statement.
It is about her. I’m adamant about that.
I have my own ways to deal with the events we just went through.
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Sophia
I’m no longer a part of the realm that belongs to the earth. I’m floating. On a cloud. I’m weightless. Mindless. Yet I feel everything that Kayne does to me.
He touches me in such a way that grounds me but also lets me soar. Empowers me but also demands my submission. He throws me into the throes of passion that dips deep into the abyss of deviance and then he catches me. Again and again.
I can’t stop crying so I don’t. My tears are part of my forgetting too. They’re cleansing my psyche, just like the orgasm Kayne is wrenching from me is cleansing my body. Every time I come for him, I secure his scar over the ones I don’t want. I don’t know how else to explain the sense of enlightenment that courses through me as he reclaims my body as his.
My pussy is sore. My body is aching. Kayne’s bite marks burn so much that I want to beg him to stop. But I don’t. This is what I needed. Kayne knows how to give it to me.
He leans over me now. Three of his fingers are still inside me.
He looks into my eyes which I know are thick and swollen with tears. He brushes his lips over each of my eyes, over and over until my sobs die down.
I immediately reach out and touch his chest, my palm over his thundering heart. Strong. Powerful. Fearless. Just like the man he is.
No other man could have saved me from that dungeon. No one in the world except Kayne Langley could have saved me.
I crawl into his touch, heaving only lightly now from my tears. I have taken so much from this man. In this very room. I came here once before because I wanted to forget what my Uncle Neil had done to me in the cabin Kayne had taken me to.
Then too I wanted him to make me forget that men had held a gun to my head and threatened him to take my virginity.
Now, I’m asking him to make me forget what Roger Thompson had done to me.
Kayne is my solace. Everything always points back to him.
“Kayne,” I whisper his name against his lips. I want to tell him I would die for him. I would sell my soul to the devil for him. I want him to know-
“Get on your knees, Princess,” he says before I can open my mouth again. I crumble when he calls me princess. I don’t have the words to tell him what he means to me, but I’m going to show him with my heart and my body.
He takes his fingers out of my still pulsing center. My pussy contracts with the emptiness and I shudder at the coldness.
I get up slowly from the bed, weak, but more so from the multiple orgasms, Kayne has taken from me. I go down on my knees.
