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Now that the pleasurable pain has become a constant drip-feed of intense euphoria, I can feel myself losing the ability to stay quiet the longer he’s inside me.
“I told you to control yourself,” he warns, fucking me even harder as if to punish me, making it even harder for me to follow his commands.
“I don’t know how,” I whine, moaning as my voice catches in my throat.
“You’d better figure it out because you’re going to be punished if you don’t,” he says, looking down at me with lust and malice in his eyes.
Whether or not he actually wants me to be quiet doesn’t matter because his huge hand reaches down and grips my throat, squeezing the sides as he pounds me until my vision becomes a vague, reddish haze.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, baby girl?” he teases, turning his head and biting my calf as I feel my pussy start to squeeze his cock right before I nearly black out.
My orgasm shatters me, sending my consciousness a thousand feet into the air before I fall twice as hard, hitting the ground and forgetting where I am for a split moment in time.
I can feel his cum filling my pussy as he finally chooses to release himself, giving up the role of the antagonist, of the brutal master, to indulge in his own hedonistic pleasure.
My whole body is pulsing with the sweet, blood-red energy of pure sexual chemistry. Whether it be from my injury, from my conflicted inner thought life, or a combination, what I feel is real, and it’s gripping me as tightly and relentlessly as I was gripping him.
He collapses next to me, both of us a mess of sweat and fluids, and he kisses me a few times on the cheek, then my lips, then my shoulder.
I want to ask where this all came from, to know what inspired his sudden conquest for my body after being so gentle and wary of my fragile self for so long.
Before I have a chance, I feel sleep taking me far from this realm where I can finally rest, allowing my mind a break from my constant questioning of every circumstance in my life.
12
RIVER
When I wake up, I’m still warmed from the inside out from the afterglow of my night with Adas. For the first time, I feel truly close to him. I can finally believe that we were once married. He knows how to touch me, just like I hoped he would.
While I clearly needed to get fucked like that for a very, very long time, I can’t help but feel a little bit disturbed by what I enjoyed the most about the experience. When he placed his hand around my throat, I felt the most intense, terrifying rush of excitement that frightened me more than anything.
Why would I enjoy being choked like that?
Was that something we used to do a lot?
He had said that we were very kinky together, but speaking about it and actually doing it are two completely different monsters. What other kinds of sick games have I unwittingly agreed to in the name of sexual adventure?
I’m both thrilled and terrified to learn the answer.
Adas is clearly more experienced than me in most forms of sexual conquest. Even with my memory being erased, I can feel how unsure my body is in contrast to his confidence. He’s so quick to take control that I doubt I could ever reach that level of mastery unless he taught me himself.
And in order to keep me sweet, submissive, and obedient, he would never teach me such a thing.
Being able to experience him for the first time all over again was amazing. Everything felt so new and exciting, but it was still practiced and skillful.
I hope I was good for him. I can’t remember what he likes, how he likes to be touched. He was guiding me very well last night, but I want to really learn his body again so I can please him like he pleased me.
But where is Adas?
He isn’t next to me when I roll over to greet him.
I check my phone, and he hasn’t left me a message either. It’s strange for him since he likes to be in communication with me as much as possible, but there could be outside circumstances that would make him hesitant to leave a paper trail like a text.
Still, I’m perturbed by his absence.
It’s so ironic that I would want to be so close to him the one time that he seems unavailable.
I decide not to think too hard about it and to go out into the garden instead. The mornings have been absolutely beautiful among the flowers and trees. It’s almost ethereal the way the morning sun hits my face. I can finally breathe. I can finally shut off my brain for a moment.
