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My eyes fly open as I start to feel it all, the build-up of pressure, the wave of energy taking over my body.My body.It’s as if I’m fully aware for the first time all night, and my stomach muscles flex as I thrust against him, chasing my release. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you are,” Dom orders thrusting even harder than before. “Feel it. Own it and release it all over me.”
“Dom!” I cry as I grip his hips, slamming against him in a frenzy. My body is mine, and yet it’s not. I’m floating. All I feel is the pleasure that pulses through me, simultaneously giving and draining me of my strength.
Chapter 12
Naomi thrusts one final time, crying out as her orgasm drenches me, just like I ordered.
Following right behind her, I practically roar my release as I fill the condom. Panting, I lay above her, keeping most of my weight off her as she tries to catch her breath. She’s still in her post-orgasm haze, her hands holding her head as she tries to get her bearings. I watch her, basking in the beauty of her release. She let go of everything, but I think it’s about to come crashing back.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
Naomi sighs, her eyes squinting as they open.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, my pride swelling. I’m not sure how she brings it out in me, but I’m proud. “You took me so good, Naomi.” A lazy smile spreads across her face.Hmmm… it seems she likes praise as well as pain.
Focusing on her face, I pull back, gripping my shaft to keep the condom secure.
Naomi flinches, her body tensing, just as I expected.
“Is it-"
Diving forward, I snatch her bottom lip, holding it between my teeth while I continue to pull out of her. “What did I tell you?” I ask against her swollen lips.
“Please-”
“No. What did I tell you?”
“You’re in control… no accidents.”
She may be saying the words, but she doesn’t believe them. She’s trembling.
Sitting up, I slide the condom off and hold it up for her to inspect. Squeezing the latex between my thumb and index finger, I press against the tip as the cum gathers and stays put. “No harm done,” I confirm, and she exhales her relief.
“Is that the bathroom?” she asks, eyes planted on the door across the room.
“It is… help yourself.”
Without glancing at me, Naomi shuffles off the bed and scurries to the bathroom, her pert butt teasing me as she goes. It’s usually me that turns cold once I’ve got what I want. Not this time. Besides, I’m far from being done with Naomi.
The toilet flushes, and the sink runs for a few minutes before being turned off, yet Naomi doesn’t emerge from the ensuite. I’ll put money on her freaking out in there. I quietly make my way to the door and slowly push it open to see my naked goddess chastising her reflection in the mirror. That or she’s giving herself one hell of a pep talk.
“What will help?” I ask, and she turns to face me, one hand covering her pussy, the other wrapping across her chest on instinct.
Closing the distance, I pull her hands away, and I’m immediately stunned by the force and speed of her pulse. “Do you need a drink, a cuddle, or shall I put you over my knee and spank that fear out of you?”
Her eyes widen, her fire kicking in. “Am I a joke to you?”
Exhaling slowly, I move behind and pull her back flush against my chest, forcing her to face the mirror. Her nipples are as red as the angry flush of her cheeks, and her neck’s already forming a bruise.
“Admiring your handy work?”
Chuckling, I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “I’m admiring you… Are you always this grumpy after an orgasm?”
She tries to turn to face me, but I hold her in place—she looks like she might bite. “Only when I’ve been used as a chew toy,” she snaps.
I smirk. “You saying I’m an animal in the sack?”
