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Rapture.
Pain.
Decadence.
Perversion.
Intimacy.
A free-fall into a sexual chasm so intense she didn’t know if she’d come through it intact. Her body clung to the bench as if it might save her, Patrick’s hands on her hips holding her to reality.
The feel of his cock, moving inside of her, in places no other man had ever touched, was more intense than she could have ever imagined. Her ass gripped him, trying to hold him in place, as the head of his cock passed over an exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside of her. When she couldn’t hold him there, and he did it again, and again, she almost screamed from the intense sensation. If she could have gotten the breath to, she would have.
He was plundering her, pleasuring her, and she wanted more, more, more.
“Patrick! I need... please... I’m going to...” She couldn’t find the breath to ask him for what she needed, to beg him for permission.
“Cum for me, Pixie. Whenever you need to.” His voice was dark, fierce, as his fingers dug into her hips and the thrusting in her ass came faster, harder.
She screamed as the ecstasy rolled through her, a fuller, deeper orgasm than she was used to. It came from some dark place inside of her and flowed outwards, boiling through her in torturous bliss, filling her completely. Her body strained, bucking, sobbing, and shattering. Blackness loomed as she ran out of breath, causing her orgasm to soar even higher, synapses firing off in her brain, no longer able to discern pleasure from pain or fear from passion.
Patrick’s voice roared her name and she gasped, breathlessly, as sudden liquid heat filled her. He pulsed inside of her, each spurt of cum forcing its way past the gripping ring of muscle at the entrance to her body and spilling into her dark hole. Mewling sounds, like from a small animal, filled her ears... her voice... her sounds.
Heat and muscle slumped over her as hands caressed her, pressing against her back and her backside. Inside of her, she could feel her ass spasming around a slowly softening cock, squeezing every last drop from its sated length. She trembled, even though there was no possible way for her to be cold with Patrick’s body wrapped over hers, his lips pressing against her shoulder blades. The tremors shaking through her were an after effect of all the endorphins, the intensity of the connection she’d just experienced.
“My Lexie. My Pixie. Mine.” The self-satisfied tones of her Dom and boyfriend were what finally brought her back to reality as he sprinkled kisses across her shoulders and upper back, repeating his words like a possessive little mantra as he did so.
Patrick had never been into branding, but with Lexie he was starting to think he could be. Seeing the collar around her neck, he kissed and licked her upper back just beneath it, enjoying the feeling of her body, limp and sated under his. He was careful not to put his full weight on her, but he was too reluctant to pull himself from the warmth of her body immediately.
It wasn’t until she started to stir, squirming a little bit as her ass squeezed, trying to force him out, that he finally, reluctantly, moved away. A sleepy, sated Lexie rested on the bench while he gently cleaned her of their combined juices with a warm, damp towel. Undoing the waist cincher, he rubbed her skin where the boning had dug in, reddening it slightly, and she sighed with happiness. Picking her slight weight up in his arms, he transferred them over to the bed, cuddling her against his shoulder.
Alarm sparked through him when he laid them down together and realized tears were running down her cheeks.
“Lexie? Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Anxiety threaded through him, he thought he’d been so careful, and he’d never forgive himself if he’d fucked up.
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” she said in a watery voice, shaking her head. She seemed almost surprised by the question, and even more surprised when she put her hand to her cheek and her fingers came away wet. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. That was wonderful.”
Sub-drop. Duh. He was an idiot sometimes. After a scene that intense, when she’d given over so much of her trust to him, he should have expected it. His own emotions were a bit off-kilter too, which was the only reason he hadn’t immediately realized what was wrong.
Fortunately, he had chocolate and water bottles in one of the nightstands, and he cradled his little Pixie while feeding her bites of chocolate from his fingers and making her take sips of water in between. Aftercare had always given him pleasure, because he was the type of Dom who found satisfaction in caring for his submissive in every way, but with Lexie it was just as good as the sex. Just in a different way.
Eyes still a bit watery, Lexie looked up at him, putting her hand on his wrist to hold him back for a moment. The chocolate hovered a few inches away from her lips. “Thank you for taking care of me...” She hesitated for just a moment, looking angelically beautiful and impossibly vulnerable. “I love you.”
Happiness, tenderness, warmth... salvation. That’s what Lexie was. His salvation. His joy. His future.
“I love you too,” he murmured, lowering his lips to her forehead, hugging her closer, tighter. It would never be close enough, never tight enough, but he’d do his best. “And I will always take care of you. Always.”
Epilogue
Watching with amusement as Lexie stroked her collar again, Leigh had to stifle her own feelings of envy as Patrick came up behind the young woman, a look of complete adoration on his face. She’d always been kind of intimidated by Patrick, but seeing him with Lexie... well, she was finally getting to see a softer side, that was for sure. It was hard to stay scared of a man who looked at a woman like that.
It was also really hard not to be envious of that woman.
Especially because, at one point in her life, Leigh had had a man who looked at her like that. At least, she thought she had. Sometimes she wondered if she just sucked at reading people. Or maybe it was because Michael had only looked at her like that as long as she was fitting into his neat little box he’d made for her. The one he’d expected her to stay in, after removing all the parts of her that didn’t fit him anymore and keeping the parts he wanted.
Leigh hadn’t done very well in that little box, but she’d tried. God, she’d tried so hard.
But it didn’t matter. In the end he’d dumped her anyway.
