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I scream, whining my hips in an effort to achieve deeper sensation but he immediately stops moving, much to my chagrin. “Are you trying to hurry me, wench?” he asks.
“N-no sir.” I try my best to control my hips, to not let them move. It is torture in the best way possible.
He slaps my thighs, “You better not.”
“I won’t sir. I promise.” I’m panting, sweating, acting like a junkie in need of a fix and he sounds so calm and cool, totally in control. What have I done to myself. I arch my back, to give him more room to work, allegedly, and he snorts. “You just can’t behave, can you?”
The next thing I know, he lets go of my hips and his cock slides out of me.
“What…?” I am in shock, on the very razor’s edge of coming and he stops fucking me, just standing behind me, not doing anything.
“Sir?” My voice is raw and ragged.
“Do you know what you’ve done wrong?”
I consider shaking my head but in the end I lie and nod, “Yes sir. You should punish me.”
“That is exactly what I intend to do. Do you want my cock? Do you want to come?”
“Yes sir, please.” I gasp, hating that he is making me say this out loud.
“That’s your punishment.”
“What? Please- Sir-” I wiggle my hips desperately. “Please, I need you-”
He cups my ass, his middle finger just resting atop my clit. The anticipation is killing me. “Oh really? Did I give you permission? Am I not the one who tells you what you need?”
The toe-curling anticipation hurts, but I love it. I could stay here forever if only the need wasn’t so overwhelming. “Y-yes sir.”
He presses inward, making my clit swell harder, the mere suggestion that I might get some pressure making my body squirm. It’s torture. Of the sweetest kind.
I make sure to stay still and not try to hump his hand like every fiber in my body wants to. He keeps it there for an eternity, as I pant, my bosom heaving, hands shaking in an effort to keep still.
Suddenly, he surges into me again, cock as hard as a hammer, just pounding me relentlessly, giving me all the pressure I need. But now, the effort to keep myself from reaching my climax is excruciating. Because I know I’m still not allowed to come.
“P-please sir! Please!” I am about to lose my mind.
“Come for me.” He finally murmurs and I can let myself go. My muscles relax as all the pent-up tension is released in a shattering orgasm so powerful that it borders on painful. I can hardly stay upright, only his hands on my hips keep me from collapsing to the ground, my legs are shaking so hard, my vision whites out. I lose track of everything and myself for a while, just…lost in sensation. Waves of pleasure crashing over my mind, over and over, wracking my body, spreading from one central point outward like a nuclear explosion.
And like a nuclear explosion it’s beautiful to see and utterly devastating.
I feel him coming inside of me but it’s a distant sensation I can’t engage with at the moment. Finally, I collapse against the tree, panting, and he slowly lowers me to the ground before walking around to unlock my cuffs.
He comes back around, rubs my wrists solicitously and then picks me up and carries me to the house. My body is limp in his arms. I am both insensible and oversensitive at the same time, but I have enough brain cells to be impressed at his strength.
I already knew he was strong from our scenes but carrying me through bumpy terrain for at least a quarter mile to the cabin was a feat.
He did it with what felt like ease before laying me down on the bed and going to start the shower. I am dirty of course, covered in leaves and dirt. He picks me up, takes me to the bathroom and cleans me up before cleaning up the detritus left in our wake and changing the bed cover. I stand in the terry cloth robe he’s wrapped me in, hair still kind of swept up on my head and just float, still coming down from the high.
He lays me down, gives me some water to drink and a salty snack before holding me in his arms and caressing my face so softly. I fall asleep feeling safe and cared for and so very, very, happy.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Iwatch her sleep, a little smile on her face, and experience a surge of protectiveness so strong I hardly know what to do with it. This is my wife.
Mywife.
To say I hadn’t expected my life to turn out like this is the understatement of the century. I run my hands up from her shoulders, down her arm, to lace our fingers together. I love touching her so much. It helps me remember that this is real, this is happening.
