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I almost protested, but his eyes flashed. Demanding obedience. Cowed, I began filling my stomach with tender, buttery lobster and more rolls than I could comfortably fit. Afterwards, he rolled me onto my stomach and I kept perfectly still while he jerked himself off onto my lower back.
It felt good. Sweet and a little humiliating, but not in a way that triggered my shame. More in a way that made me feel owned and protected.
He rubbed the cum into my back and lifted me up just enough to tease my nipples with it. I gasped as my pussy ached with the need to come.
“Mine,” he said, lightly slapping my ass.
“I want to come,” I panted.
His fingers kneaded the sore muscles in the center of my back. “When you wake up. That’s your punishment for talking back so many times.”
I pouted silently as he slid into bed beside me. He pulled me against his chest and nestled my ass back against his groin. His fingers began working down my lower back, massaging me gently. I melted, knowing I was done for.
“Goodnight, princess,” he said.
It was early when I woke and flipped over in his arms to watch him sleep. His face was relaxed and his lids were slightly cracked, his eyes rolled back. I ran my fingertip over the short hair of his beard and down his stubbled neck.
He moaned in his sleep. I glanced down and froze as my eyes fell on the rise beneath the sheets.
Was that normal?
I stared at it, remembering how thick and full it had felt inside me yesterday. The memory triggered a ripple of shame. But, for the first time, I took a deep breath and forced my mind not to spiral.
I was going to focus on the warm, naked man in my bed because it was positive. Because he’d never once shamed me for wanting him.
His lids fluttered. He cleared his throat.
“Take a picture, princess. It’ll last longer,” he said hoarsely.
I giggled and stretched, sitting up in the cloud of white bedding. My whole body felt so relaxed, better than I’d felt in a long time. I cracked my neck and back and yawned.
“Feeling good?” He cocked his head.
“I feel amazing,” I admitted. “Honestly, I thought I was going to feel like shit, but I don’t.”
His hands closed on my thighs and before I could protest, he lifted me over his face and set me down. I wobbled, my mind flashing back to that moment in the elevator when he’d stroked my asshole with his fingertip. This was only slightly less embarrassing.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“Grab the headboard and sit on my face, princess,” he demanded.
Heart pounding, I sank down and gripped the headboard for support. He looked up from between my thighs and a slow smile curled over his mouth. Flashing me with that canine and a thoroughly dirty expression.
“Stay still,” he said. “If you can.”
He pressed me down onto his mouth and the wet heat of his tongue slid over my clit. Licking it slowly until my tensed muscles relaxed and I sank down onto his face. He moaned and the vibrations felt like heaven.
“I don’t think it’s going to take much,” I whispered.
He kept licking, his eyes fixed on me from down below. Dark, dangerous, and glittering. His tongue lapped at my clit, pausing only so he could suck on the sensitive bud. His right hand slid over my ass and dipped between my thighs.
It circled the tender opening of my pussy. Something about the pain felt good this time. Perhaps because he’d done that to me, he had left his cum and his bruises behind.
Pleasure moved along my spine in a rush and tingled down to the soles of my feet. I curled my toes, my hips going tight. My head fell back and the ceiling swirled overhead.
He pulled back, taking my orgasm with him.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he ordered.
