Page 21 of Beg Me
"Please, Sir," I plead, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "I need to come around your cock. Please, just please let me come."
His grip tightens in my hair. "Come now," he orders. "Come like the filthy little slut you are."
The permission shatters the last of my control. I explode around him, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I scream his name, my arms giving out as I collapse onto the bed, his cock and the vibrator still working me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
When the aftershocks finally subside, I lie trembling beneath him, utterly spent. The vibrator clicks off, and Colt gently withdraws from my body.
"Thank me," he commands softly.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice raw from screaming. "Thank you, Sir."
Without warning, he flips me onto my back. His eyes are dark with hunger as he straddles my waist, his cock still hard and glistening with my arousal. He pumps himself with quick, hard strokes. His gaze locked on my face.
"You're going to wear my cum," he growls. "Like the perfect little toy you are."
I arch my back, pushing my breasts forward in offering. "Please," I whisper. "Mark me."
With a low groan, he comes, hot spurts landing across my breasts and collarbone. I watch his face as he finishes, memorizing the way his control finally breaks, if only for those few seconds.
As he looks down at me, marked and claimed, I've never felt more perfectly, completely his.
NINE
Ifloat in a hazy warmth, disconnected from my body yet somehow more present in it than I've ever been. Everything feels distant and immediate at once—the ache between my legs, the pleasant burn across my ass, the cooling wetness on my chest. My mind drifts, untethered from thoughts or worries.
"Tess." Colt's voice reaches me as if through water. "Come back to me, pretty thing."
His hand strokes my hair, gentle in a way that contrasts sharply with his earlier roughness. I blink slowly, the room gradually coming into focus. Colt's face hovers above mine, his expression softer than I've seen it before.
"There you are," he murmurs, satisfaction warming his tone. "How do you feel?"
I try to speak, but my throat feels raw. I swallow and try again. "Floaty," I manage. "Good."
He smiles—a real smile, not the dangerous smirk I've become familiar with. "You're in subspace. It'll fade slowly." His thumb traces my cheekbone. "Let me take care of you now."
I nod, unable to form more words. My body feels heavy, boneless, like I might melt into the mattress.
Colt disappears briefly from my field of vision. I hear water running somewhere nearby. When he returns, he's holding a bottle of water with a straw.
"Drink," he commands, though his voice is gentle. "You need to hydrate."
He holds the bottle for me, supporting my head as I sip the cool water. It soothes my throat, parched from screaming. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until the first drop touches my tongue. I drink greedily until the bottle is half empty.
"Easy," he says. "Not too fast. There's plenty more."
He sets the bottle aside and disappears again. I hear more water running, louder this time. The sound is soothing, hypnotic. I close my eyes, drifting again.
Strong arms slide beneath me, lifting me effortlessly. I open my eyes to find myself cradled against Colt's chest, my head tucked under his chin. He's carrying me somewhere…the bathroom, I realize as steam billows around us.
The ensuite is spacious, dominated by a large freestanding tub filled with steaming water. Colt lowers me gently into it, and I sigh as the warmth envelops my aching muscles.
"Too hot?" he asks, watching my face carefully.
I shake my head. "Perfect."
To my surprise, he begins undressing, methodically removing each piece of clothing until he stands naked before me. In my floaty state, I admire him openly. Broad shoulders, muscled chest dusted with dark blond hair, narrow hips, and strong thighs. His cock, now soft, but still impressive.
He steps into the tub behind me, his legs bracketing mine as he pulls me back against his chest. The feeling of his skin against mine is different now, not sexual but comforting.
