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She lets out a desperate sound, somewhere between a scream and a groan, as I pull out and force myself back in. And just as I expected, she feels like heaven. Just the sight of her, bound and blindfolded, offering her body to me like some sort of sacrament, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Slamming into her relentlessly, I feel like I’m binding us together with each thrust until we are one.

“This cunt feels so fucking good, Peaches.”

I pound into her even harder, making her cry out.

“Louder,” I command, and she responds with another scream.

Without any warning, I pull out of her and grab the bar on either side. Then, I flip her and she gasps when I take her by surprise. Yanking her backward until her feet are on the floor, still spread wide, I push her head down into the mattress as I fill her up again.

It feels so good to let go. To let this darker side of me take shape, like meeting a part of myself I’ve kept hidden my entire life. Trusting that sheactuallylikes it. I’m giving her what she wants, and it’s not just for me or for her, but for us.

Fucking her into the mattress, I lose control, smacking her ass hard with the palm of my hand just to hear her scream again. The entire time I’m just chanting in my mind—mine, mine, mine.

Then my internal thoughts come slipping through my lips with every thrust.

“My filthy little slut. My beautiful, sexy fuck toy. My Peaches. My god.”

With that thought, I let go. I come and come and come. Losing track of time and myself, I let my body take over, grinding against her as I fill her up, imagining that while she takes my cum, she takes a piece of me—my sacrifice.

I’m hunched over her, my heart pounding against her back as I listen to her breathing. For a long time, we lie there together, catching our breaths, letting our hearts slow, and letting the post-sex haze settle over us.

When I finally pull out of her, I stand back and watch the cum drip from between her legs. I let it drip all the way down like it’s some sort of dirty ritual. Then I lower to my knees to unclasp each cuff, releasing her ankles from the bar. While I’m down there, I press my lips to the mermaid tattoo on her thigh.

Standing up, I lift Sage into my arms, cradling her against my chest while her eyes are still blindfolded and her hands are still tied. Carrying her around to the top of the bed, I place her there with her head on the pillows.

Then I settle myself between her legs, my face buried between her thighs. When she feels my tongue lapping at her cum-soaked core, she tries to close them and gasps in surprise. “What are you doing?”

I ease her thighs open as I kiss each one. “I’m rewarding my good little slut.”

Then, I lick her open again, tasting the saltiness of what I left behind mixed with her familiar flavor. I’m perverted and sick for how much I love it.

When she finally relaxes her knees to the sides, she arches her back and eases into the pleasure of my mouth. Her breathing turns shallow, letting out tiny sounds with each exhale. Then, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her legs buck and her spine curl.

Taking my time with her, I hum against her, my lips around her clit. Just watching her writhe and squirm with pleasure has my cock thickening again. Already I miss being inside her. I’d stay there for good if I could.

My hips grind against the mattress as I watch her body slowly morph with her climax. Her skin glistens. Her muscles clench. Seeing her come feels like my reward as much as hers.

After she’s come down from her high, I slowly crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach and chest. Then I lift the blindfold from her face.

“Since you told me once you love to watch,” I say as I wrap my hand around my stiff length and stroke with fast, eager strokes. Settled between her legs, I fuck my fist as she watches with rapt, hungry attention. She bites her lip and moans along with me as if she can feel it too. With the taste of her on my tongue, it doesn’t take me long before I'm grunting out my release, spilling warm, salty jets of cum over her naked body.

I’m left gasping, my skin buzzing as I wring myself dry. Exhausted, I nearly collapse on top of her.

When our eyes meet, we share a smile.

“Not too bad, Church Boy,” she whispers.

I find myself laughing as I lower myself over her, letting her tiny body wrap its way around me. After pulling the ribbon from her wrists, I settle into her arms as I let her embrace silence every warring thought in my mind. For the time being, I’m at peace.

Thirty-Six

Adam

It turns out Sage’s favorite form of aftercare is cheeseburgers and onion rings on the trunk of my car. After I spent an hour forcing water down her throat and cuddling her until I was sure she was okay, I insisted she eat, and this is what she chose.

She groans around a mouthful of burger, a dollop of ketchup at the corner of her mouth. I smile before licking it off her face. With a laugh, she shoves me away.

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