Page 78 of Objection
Push. Push. Push. Push. Release.
“Four.”
“Oh God!”
Push. Push. Push.
“Three.”
Push, push, push, push, push, push.
“Two.”
Her sobs grew louder as her body shook almost uncontrollably with her need. Her toes curled.
“One.”
Push.
“Cum for me, princess.”
And her world exploded. Her pussy drenching my fingers, my hand, dripping down my arm.
“Breathe,” I reminded. “And again.”
I clicked the wand higher, watching with utter satisfaction as her back bowed, and she cried out to the heavens, orgasming again.
“Pure perfection. My princess,” I praised, unable to wipe the grin off my face.
“My Sir,” she barely breathed, and my own world exploded. Hers.
“It is my job to protect you.”
I carefully untied her from the suspension. Letting her body lie against the floor as each rope came off carefully.
My hands rubbed against her rippled flesh; the pattern of the rope imprinted into her soft skin. I checked for any issues, gauging every reaction.
“My Sir,” she breathed again, stopping my heart and restarting it in one fell swoop. My breath left my chest in a huff, and it took me a full second to find my center again.
“It is my job —”
“To protect me,” she whispered with a smile.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice raspy with a need I hadn’t experienced in years stuck in my throat.
I gathered her in my arms, holding her to my chest and carrying her to the bathroom. She nestled close and my heart thundered in my chest.
I paid no attention to the bath filling in the room. I lit every candle I had, filling the room with dancing dim light. Her content smile, almost coy as she cuddled in the soft blanket I had wrapped around her naked form, giving me every unnamed emotion I didn’t want to pay attention to.
I set her in the bathtub, the steaming water soothing her aches. But her smile as she looked up at me, so trusting and so full of faith… every word escaped me. I smiled back, kissing the top of her head as I positioned myself behind her.
“It is my job to protect you,” I whispered against the shell of her ear, holding her close.
Every other night, I would immediately begin washing her form, wiping away the sweat, the cum, the tears from her body. But tonight, was different. I held her close, one arm wrapped around her waist, her head tucked beneath my chin, and my other hand dancing in the water and along her silken skin.
I trailed drops of water over the skin of her shoulders, watching mesmerized as they created rivulets and streams down her arms and down her breasts. Her hair, now coiled messily on top of her head, curled into tighter rings at the nape of her neck and at her temples in the steamy room. She was incredible.
“It is my job to protect you, Posey,” I whispered softly against her ear, reveling in the way she just melted against me. She nodded and I kissed her temple.
