Page 44 of The Fate Philosophy


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I cried out in frustration. I then felt his hand against my cheek. His fingers slipped beneath the scarf that was covering my eyes and he pulled it up over my forehead. He continued to rail into me as I opened my eyes and blinked, adjusting to the darkness of my room. Adjusting to the sight of the man on top of me, fucking me exactly the way he promised he would. His dark skin glowed in the moonlight streaming through my window, and he looked equally untamed and beautiful.

As my gaze raked across him, watching the way his body flexed as he moved in and out of me. I looked to the place where our bodies joined. My eyes were on his cock, watching him pull out of me, coated in my wetness, before plunging back in.

He must’ve caught the direction of my gaze as he rumbled, “I want you to see exactly who’s fucking you like this.” As I cried out, he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, tasting myself. “Taste how wet you are for me. Taste how good I’m making you feel.”

I whimpered in response, a flood of heat expelling through my blood and scorching my core. That incessant buzzing between my thighs was about to burst. I flexed my legs, tightening my grip around him, knowing he could feel how close I was to coming undone.

“I’m going to need you to be louder than that, Mace. I want the entire fucking world to know whose cock you’re taking.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and in one swift motion, moved it between my legs and pressed it to that bundle again. I screamed then. Let go of everything I was holding back and gave into everything he was making me feel. “Just like that, baby. You’re such a good girl when you’re screaming my name.”

He thrust to the hilt, letting me feel the pulsation of his cock so deep inside of me. He took my clit between his fingers and pinched it. “Come.” His tone was hard and rough. His voice was a command.

My mind scattered as I erupted around him. I felt outside my body, soaring through the stars as light exploded behind my eyes. My legs shook uncontrollably and I cried his name until my voice was hoarse. He was panting—groaning—as I tightened.

He released his hold on my clit, but continued to caress it—slowly and delicately—as I came down. He began moving inside me again. He let go of my legs, letting them fall to his hips as he leaned over me, kissing me deeply. His thrusts weren’t as rough or savage as before, but they were deep and hard. My body continued to throb with what felt like unending ecstacy. I moved my head, kissing along his jaw and feeling him tense as my lips moved down his neck.

He gripped the headboard, and I realized how much I enjoyed the sight of him over me. The feel of him moving inside me and the way his body covered mine almost entirely. I wanted so badly to run my hands down his back, to feel his muscles working, but I was still restrained.

The bedpost rattled, catching both our attention. I hadn’t realized I was tugging on it. He immediately reached up and unbuckled his belt to free me. He threw it from the bed and I touched every place of him I’d been longing to while I’d been tied up. I ran my hands down his back, letting my nails softly slide against his skin. As I moved them back up his body, and wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck, his own came to cup my cheek. “Dom,” I whispered against his ear, pressing a kiss there. “Come for me.”

He groaned, but let out a rough laugh. “Oh, baby girl, I’m nowhere close to being done with you.” Suddenly, my body became painfully empty as he pulled away and sat up on his knees. He moved one strong arm beneath my back and flipped me onto my stomach.

He gripped my hips and lifted them to meet his as he sheathed himself back inside me. I screamed into the pillows, feeling him reach a spot deeper than he had before. He picked up his pace, the sound of our skin echoing in the room and drowning out my relentless moans.

I was trembling, may have been sobbing, as he unraveled me. A cascading stream of euphoria fell down around me. My legs buckled beneath the weight of him as he made rhythmic strokes, never allowing that edge to cease.

“Has anyone ever fucked you like this, Mace?” he rasped.

I was so gone I almost didn’t hear him. Within the clouds, beneath the waves, floating through the stars, words were nearly foreign to me, but I felt as if I was searching for his voice anyway. He slammed into me before pausing. Suddenly, I heard a loud snap, and a second later a sharp sting radiated across my ass. I cried into the pillow again, my hands clawing at the sheets.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No,” I whimpered. “Never.”

He ran his palm across my backside delicately, as if to soothe the sting. “That’s my good girl,” he crooned affectionately, as if he wasn’t so deep inside me I could feel him in my stomach. As if he wasn’t pounding into me with such savage force I’d be unable to walk straight for the next week. That hand ran up my spine, sending chills throughout my body. “You’re so beautiful, Macie. So fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you, but my dreams were no comparison for the real thing.”

A decimating wave of pleasure crashed over me at those words. My entire body quivered as an unexpected orgasm tore me apart. Every muscle in my body clenched as it spilled from me. I screamed his name into my mattress, my voice hoarse.

“Fuck, baby. Keep gripping me like that and you’re gonna make me come,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

My legs tightened involuntarily, but I squeezed them harder. “Yes, come,” I begged. I needed him to, because my body couldn’t take much more of this. I was wrung out on pleasure, all of my muscles contorted and strained, my voice non-existent, and my mind obliterated.

Without warning, his hand found itself tangled within my hair, pulling me upward until my back was flushed against his front. He was no longer thrusting, but his cock remained buried in me. Letting go of my hair, he moved his hand down to my throat, gripping it with that delicious force he used before.

He began moving in me again, slower and deeper. Pushing in so far my stomach tightened, and pausing there, before moving out. He rolled his hips in a precise rhythm, causing the buzzing in my bones to ignite once more. “Dom,” I moaned. “I don’t think I can take anymore.”

He only grunted in response. His breath was warm against my skin as his tongue snaked out and licked up my shoulder and my neck, his mouth coming to rest against my ear. “I thought you liked it rough.”

My legs were trembling with each thorough thrust of his hips. “I do,” I breathed.

“Do you like this, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?”

His grip around my throat tightened as a strangled whimper escaped my lips. “Yes.”

“Do you want to come again?” He loosened his hold just slightly.

I wasn’t sure my body could physically handle another orgasm, but it didn’t stop me from crying out as his cock hit that spot again. “Yes!”

“Good.” He nipped my ear. “You’re going to take it until I decide you’ve had enough, understand?” I could only moan in response. “I’m going to fuck you until the only name you know is mine. Until you can’t feel your legs anymore. I’m going to fuck you until the only thing youcanfeel is me.”

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