Page 57 of Follow Me
She shivered in his arms, a ripple of pleasure centered in her clit. “Thank you, Master!”
She’d take it, because he was a man of his word.
He would ease himself back into their normal routine on his timetable, not hers, but he would do it.
He laughed. “You’re welcome, goddess.” He rolled them over, sitting up so he could throw her legs over his shoulders and start pounding his cock into her in a way he hadn’t done in so long. “Come if you can, baby. If not, I’ll take care of you next, but I need thisnow.”
The fire blazing in his brown gaze scorched her in all the delicious, familiar ways.
This wasthem, thetruethem. Every stroke of his cock slid along her clit. When he pinned her hands over her head against the mattress, she shivered once more but couldn’t quite get over.
But he did. She watched, falling in love all over again as he threw his head back, eyes closed as his loud, satisfied groan filled the room all while his cock filled her with his cum.
He didn’t move at first, panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering him.
When his eyes opened, the fire reignited. Before she could move, he’d pulled out and crawled down her body, shoving her thighs apart and burying his face in her pussy. He teased her, drawing it out, biting her along the insides of her thighs to the point of sweet tears in between licking and sucking her clit.
Once he got her coming, he didn’t stop, either, relentlessly drawing one orgasm after another out of her until he finally sat up and flipped over onto his back again, pulling her on top of him to ride his hard cock.
This time, she knew he’d last longer. He smiled up at her as he squeezed her breasts, hard enough to leave fingerprints behind. He pinched and tugged on her nipples and tormented her clit, the sadist back in the house once more, where he belonged.
Exactly where she wanted him.
By the time they finally passed out late that night from sheer exhaustion, he’d come three times, a record for him that close together, and she’d lost count of her own.
But as he tightly snuggled her in his arms and raked his nails up her back, she knew she’d awaken the next morning bearing plenty of marks, able to delight in them as she studied them in the mirror.
“Love you, goddess,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Love you, too, Master.”
And like that, she fell asleep, contented to be back where she always wanted to be.
Theonlyplace she wanted to be.
