Page 158 of The Plan

I throw my head back with a laugh at his cocky smirk.

“Who do you think you are?” His huge ego is really showing right now.

“Yours.”

I smile up at him, but it’s quickly whipped off my face as he starts pounding me. He wasnotjoking about fucking me like he doesn’t like me because—

“Ahh! Sire!” I force my eyes open to look at him, and he looks like he is enjoying thiswaytoo much. My head falls back onto the pillow, and when I bite down on my lip to cover a scream, I feel his thumb trying to drag my lip from between my teeth.

I move my head to the side and push his hand away. He lets out a low laugh and leans into my ear. “No one’s around for miles. No one can hear your screams.” I let out a muffled moan at the sound of his voice alone.

“Scream for me, my love.” And just like that, simply because he soundssogood asking me, I scream for him. He moans loudly at the sound of my screams. I want to quiet down so I can hear him better, but he’s thrusting into me so hard, it’s starting to actually hurt.

“Sire, wait!” He doesn’t. I put my hand between us, trying to push him off. “Wait, wait, wait.” He freezes.

“That doesn’t sound like the safe word, Vidia.” I don’t respond and just try to recover. He kisses the side of my leg and then pulls it off of his shoulder. “Do you remember the safe word?” Ilove that he does that. I know that’s the point of a safe word, but still.

“Yes, Sire. I just—” I don’t finish my sentence and just take a deep breath. He pulls out of me just a bit so it feels like I can breathe. When my eyes meet him, I give him a nod, and he leans forward to plant a kiss on my lips before continuing.

We both know I didn’t use the safe word, but he still gives me way softer strokes, and I can’t stop the smile that creeps onto my face.

He notices and squints his eyes at me. “Wipe that smile from your face before I make youbegme to stop.”

I chuckle softly despite his very demanding tone. I pull him into me for a kiss before he can think of going through with his threat. His tongue quickly finds mine, and before I know it, we’re both swallowing each other’s moans, finishing for the other. He falls over, bringing me with him so my naked body is draped over his. My eyes fall closed as he rubs my back in circles. I try to fight the sleep that’s threatening to take over. I’m sure he’d let us stay here in this field of my favorite flowers if I asked, but I want my bed.

“You took it really well.” He kisses the top of my head, and I try to bite back a smile, but it breaks through.

“I made you stop.” I look up at him, and he doesn’t look fazed at all.

“So? You still did good. You didn’t even saycoladas.” He bites back a smile, and I squint my eyes at him for making fun of my choice of the safe word. It was the first thing that slipped out.

I let my eyes fall shut again, but he taps my hip. “Don’t fall asleep.”

“Mhm.” I feel myself dozing off, and he taps my hips again. “I’m just resting my eyes, Sire.” I feel his chest shake with a soft laugh under me, and I smile at the sound of it. I feel my breath start to even out as tiredness takes over.

“Vid… Vidia.”

“I’m awake.”Now.

“Liar. Let’s go.”

I let out a sigh and roll off of him. The sun set a while ago, but the lamps around the field give up just enough light to see our things. I look around for a napkin to clean ourselves. When I find one, he grabs it before I can. I expect him to pass it to me, but he drags it up my inner thigh and wipes me clean. No one hasevercleaned me after sex. When a pool spills out of me, his eyes dart to mine.

“How is this turning you on?”

“You should see yourself.”

He smirks and goes to wipe between my legs but freezes and leans down, using his tongue instead. My breath hitches, and I want him to keep his head there, but I’m so tired, I’d be surprised if I have any more orgasms in me right now.

“You do know there’s some of you there, right?”

He nods with his head still between my legs as he licks me clean. “We taste good.”

I throw my head back with a laugh and take another napkin so I can finish. He gets dressed beside me and then grabs my bra and underwear. I, once again, expect him to just pass it to me, but he pulls my underwear up my legs and then straps my bra for me. It takes him a couple of tries to clip it, but he blames it on the dark and claims he knows what he’s doing.

Next is my dress. I lift my arms for him as he pulls it over my head, and when it's on, he leans in and softly kisses me.

“If you’re sorry for how hard you fucked me, you can just say so,” I tease, and he rolls his eyes.

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