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“More.” His hand on my hip clawed into my skin and forced me downward. His cock went farther, farther, until I was seated fully. “Stay still.”
“Unh.” His pants cloth brushed the back of my thighs. The hard metal zip pressed cold and sharp into my labia. If his balls weren’t inside me, they were close. So deep. I fell forward, and nestled my head into the angle of his neck with my hands curled on his chest.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, let’s discuss business.”
“What?” I asked, incredulous, stunned. I could barely put one thought in front of another with him in me.
“Yes, wait. Accommodate me. You’ll get used to it.” Then he bit and suckled on my neck as if to make it all even more impossible.
But he was right, eventually my thinking processes returned, even if every minute or so I would feel my vagina clamp down on his dick and a shudder possess me.
“Ready to talk?” he asked.
“Mmm. Guess so,” I murmured into his skin. I sniffed him and nibbled. His body shook under me as he laughed.
“Good. Now, Jodie. Stop nibbling, by the way.” I did. “Say something if you disagree. This is mutual agreement. We are going to live in your house.”
I grunted and smelled him some more.
“I will be your Master but no heavy S and m until we sort things out. No impact play at all. No needles, nothing like that. No biting. And that’s going to be hard not to do. Your ass…” He groaned and I couldn’t help smiling. “Pinching though, nipple clamps, are good. Okay?”
“‘Kay.” I nodded, my forehead sliding on his muscle. God. He felt good inside me.
“You can work locally, I think you said that. Negotiable. Except no tours out of town.”
I grunted again. My mind vaguely remembered how I hated tours.
“Documentary shelved. Nothing will go public. We don’t need the money.”
We? Oh thank God for that. Happy dance. I licked him and tasted just Him.
“Fuck, you feel good sweetheart.” He thrust up at me, once. “Got all that?”
I wrapped my arms about his shoulders and did my own languid up and down movement, and yes, his cock poked at some wonderful places inside. My eyes rolled back.
“Stop that,” he grumbled, and he grabbed my hair with both hands and tilted my head. “Look at me Jodie.”
I opened my eyes. Inches away, his stared into mine.
“Tell me, Jodie. Who owns you? Are you mine? Because I think you are. I think you’re fucking mine.”
I swam inside the world of his eyes. “Yes,” I croaked. “I am yours, Sir.”
“Of course you are.” He shook my head a little and lowered his voice to the level of a wolf prowling in the darkness. “Now, kiss me, then you can go do my dishes. And when you have done that, return and we will finish this.”
That small statement thrummed into me. “Thank you, Sir.” I met his lips with mine, and we softly kissed. The possession – his hands in my hair, his cock inside me, and his mouth on me – this unraveled my universe and bound me irrevocably to him.
And I…I was precisely where I belonged.
