…ask for me.

"I want to come, Sir. You make me feel good so I want you to make me cum."

That was what I needed. I rewarded her with my mouth. I buried my face between her thighs, licking her with long intentional strokes that started slow and gradually increased inspeed. My hands gripped her hips to hold her down as she bucked against the bench.

She screamed when she came. Her body jerked violently while her legs trembled so hard I had to steady her to keep her from yanking too hard on the restraints.

I didn't stop until her moans faded into whimpers, her head dropped, her body went limp, and she was breathing hard.

I pressed a kiss to her lower back. "Good girl. I'm going to get you down. Don't move."

I reached up and unfastened the cuffs at her ankles then one wrist at a time. I carefully lifted her off the bench and into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her head dropped onto my shoulder and her body was heavy because she let me have all her weight.

"Still with me?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered and I placed a kiss to her forehead while I moved across the room to the leather sofa near the bed.

She was quiet in my arms but still trembling through what was left of her orgasm. Her head rested on my shoulder and I kept my arm wrapped around her waist while the other held her wrists delicately between my fingers, massaging the area where the cuffs were secured against her skin. After a few minutes of paying attention to both, I lifted and turned her arms enough to inspect the impressions left from the restraints. They weren't deep or permanent but I still rubbed my thumbs over them soothingly for a few more minutes.

"You did good."

She didn't say anything but I felt an exhale of warm air against my neck that turned into a soft and steady rhythm like she was content.

I kissed her temple then moved my hand to her thighs, massaging them like I had her wrists.

"You feel okay here?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Anything sore?"

"No, everything feels good."

"Color?"

"Still green."

Good girl.

I moved my hand further up her thighs and let my fingers gently glide between them. She tensed for a minute then opened them enough to give me more access. I had to fight to keep from pushing inside her. This wasn't about that. My goal was to bring her down, keep her relaxed, and let the moment settle, but fuck if I didn't want to see her cum again. The visual was so damn perfect.

Knowing I was testing my own willpower, I moved my hand back to her thighs, then up her sides to her arms. Her muscles were loose, body heavy as she leaned into me, and she was giving me complete control, trusting me to care for her. I usually moved through the aftercare process robotically.

It was never about me, just a necessary step I performed because it was a part of the process, but with Scotlyn I wanted to make sure she received the full experience. I wanted to know I'd pushed her limits then rewarded her by providing my attention and care. It had never been about a connection with me before, but tonight, with her…

"Is there anything you want to discuss?"

"No," she sighed.

I held her closer and let my hand move up and down her back. When her breaths deepened and her body sagged further into mine, I knew she was grounded again. I lifted us both, lay her on the bed, and draped a blanket over her body.

She snuggled into the pillow and I kissed her forehead before I dressed and left with my mind made up about two things. I wanted her no matter what the cost and I was going to have herregardless of how fucked I was going to be when this contract was complete.

seven

Scotlyn.

What in the entire fuck?