Page 116 of Ezekiel
“Beg me for it,” I commanded, using one hand to slide my cock up and down her folds. I circled her clit with my tip, teasing her further. She bucked her hips into me, desperate for penetration. I was just as desperate, but not yet. Not quite yet.
“Please,” she rasped out.
“Not good enough, my needy little pet. Make me believe how badly you want it,” I teased her further.
“Please, Sir. Please fuck me. I need you!” Her needy mewls and whines somehow made me even harder than before. I did not know how that was even possible.
“More!” I shouted, raking my nails over the marks the clothespins and violet wand had left over her skin, igniting that pain anew.
“Fuck!” she cried out deliciously. “Please. I’ll do anything. I will obey you. I will grovel. Anything! Just please! Please slide into my cunt and —”
I slid deep inside of her sweet, throbbing pussy in one fluid motion, bottoming out immediately and feeling the way she tightened around me.
“Fuck!” I gasped at the feel of her molten core wrapped around me. Her head tilted back with the most primal, hedonistic groan I had ever heard her utter.
“Yes,” she grunted beautifully. My thrusts moved slowly, savoring every inch of her clenching, pulsating warmth as I teased us both with my slow pace. Her hips raised to meet each of them, pulling me deeper and urging me to move faster.
“You feel like heaven and hell all wrapped into one,” I growled, leaning forward and pushing her legs closer to her body as I drove myself into her faster and faster. My hand moved under her head, fisting in her hair and tugging her head back until her neck arched, open and vulnerable to me. My mouth found her pulse point, kissing her there, then licking and sucking on that very point.
I wanted to consume her. I wanted to own her. To claim her. The feeling was almost violent, my need for her soaring higher with every thrust of my body into hers.
“Mine,” I grunted out as my thrusts became almost staccato, my orgasm teetering just on the edge.
“Please,” she begged, her breath catching with a sob of ecstasy as she began to break. I ripped the blindfold from her head, needing to see her face, to look into her eyes as she broke apart underneath me and in my arms.
“Eyes,” I commanded roughly. Her eyes fluttered, her thick lashes clumped with the first droplets of tears that gathered there.
“Break for me, angel. Break apart,” I urged her, my hands gripping her tightly, holding her to me, as I claimed her body just as she claimed my very soul.
Her body bowed back as her orgasm began, her emotions breaking through as tears streamed down her face and her sobs filled the room.
“Mine!” I screamed, my own orgasm unable to be held at bay a moment longer, joining her in bliss as we both skyrocketed into pleasure-filled nothingness.
My vision blurred. My whole body trembled with the force of it. She pulsed around me, her pussy still clenching around me in delicious aftershocks.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Twinkling lights danced behind my eyelids as I tried to steady myself and come down from the most magnificent orgasm, and most all-encompassing Domspace I had ever experienced.
Talia still clung to me, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her final orgasm, her heavy panting matching my own.
I kissed her lips softly, but she was almost non-responsive, she was so deep in her subspace. It was incredible. Carefully, I withdrew from her scorching hot sheath, shifting to the side of her. I watched as she turned onto her side, curling up in a contented ball, a smile plastered on her face. I stood there for a moment longer, just admiring her beauty in the slowly cooling embers of our scene.
I slipped away only for a moment to start filling the bathtub with warm, steamy water, before returning to her side. She lay there, a smile of bliss still on her face, curled up on her side comfortably. She was a vision. Sweaty, with marks covering her skin from the clothespins and my teeth. But that smile was everything a Dominant could ever hope for.
I lifted her carefully into my arms, carrying her to the bathtub and laying her gently into the hot water.
“Ohhh,” she shuddered out with a sigh of contentment. The water would soothe the aches in her body and would also help carry her out of headspace slowly and gently. I shifted her slightly, making room to step in behind her before pulling her back against my chest, the warm water lapping at us as I turned the faucet off. The room smelled of sandalwood and vanilla. I had lit a few candles around the tub, providing just enough flickering gold light to see by. It was serene and calm and perfect.
We spoke not a word as I gently bathed her skin, kissing along the back of her neck and over her shoulder. My hands glided over her skin just as the water slid across us. It was sensual and deep. I wanted to live in this moment, this golden glow of aftercare with her for as long as we possibly could.
“Head back,” I barely whispered, pulling the band from the end of her braided hair and gently unweaving the intricate design. I took hold of the small pitcher beside the tub, filling it with water and slowly pouring it over her hair as it slid down the back of her head, wetting every inch of her silken tresses.
“Ahh,” she sighed contentedly. Her sheer trust in me, both during our intense scene and now in this place, rendered me nearly speechless. I lathered shampoo through her locks slowly, my fingers massaging her scalp gently as I gave her all the care I possessed. I rinsed her hair, the suds filling the surface of the water as I washed them away.
Once she was clean, I pulled her back against me once more. My hands slid lazily over her skin, happy to just exist here with her in the gentle afterglow.
“I love you,” she whispered into the silence of the room. I smiled against her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“And I love you,” I replied just as quietly. “How are you feeling?”
