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Then he leans over my back even as he amps the vibrator up more, pressing it up and into my pussy lips. “Next time, I wanna fuck you like this in public. In front of your friends. I want everyone to see what a filthy fuckin’ whore you are for me.”
I twist my head to look over my shoulder back into those dark, beast-lust-filled eyes of his.
“You love the fact that I’m the only one who knows what a dirty little slut you are. Nowcome.”
I make a strangled noise of need, every filthy word out of his mouth only driving me higher.
And I come as he continues a dirty-talking stream in my ear. “That’s right, you fucking slut. Thaaaaaaat’s it. You’re creaming all over your goddamned thighs. This little ass was teasing me like this when you bent over the stove earlier—this is what you fucking wanted even then, wasn’t it? I said, fuckin’come.”
I comeharder.
And that’s when he thrusts his cock up my ass, while I’m already shuddering. “That’s right, this ass loves when it’s full of Sir’s cock.Yes. I fucking love the feel of you coming when I’ve got my cock shoved up inside you. Good girl, coming so hard you’re dripping down your goddamn legs. Fuck, I just want to spread these cheeks apart and?—”
He grabs my ass to pull me open wider for him, thrusting in and out of me harder.
“Who do you come for?”
I still haven’t gotten my breath back, which earns me a spanking while he’s impaled up my ass, and then he thrusts the vibrator up my pussy, his fingers rubbing furiously at my clit
“You feel that fullness? You feel me everywhere?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, all but voiceless with the pleasure he’s just wrenched from my limbs.
“Fucking look at me.” He grabs my chin between his fingers. “Your ass is mine. Give it to me,” he says in a low rasp, along with an animal growl as he fucks me. “That’s right,good girl. Thaaaaaaaat’s it. Give it to me, pet. Give it to meagain. Feel how wet you still are. I want you to come again. But not ’til I say. Not ’til I fuckingsay.”
I’m floating, my mind hazy with endorphins, my body singing with pain and pleasure as we slide against each other’s slick bodies. It’s half incomprehensible that this is the same man I was snuggling so sweetly against during a romantic Ryan Gosling movie just a couple of hours ago, but somehow that makes it even hotter. These dichotomies live insidehim,too.
But the next second, his demanding voice is back, and I’m lost again to him.
“Grind your fucking hips back against me. Who do you come for?”
“You, Sir.”
“That’s fucking right. But not yet.” His fingers let off my clit and I can’t help the whine that escapes my throat. “Not yet,” he says as he works my ass even deeper, bumping up against the vibrator that’s only separated by the thinnest of walls inside my body. And when his cock nudges the vibrator, it hits?—
My whole body stills the moment before an orgasm sweeps in like another shocking tidal wave of pleasure.
Until Domhnall roughly spanks my pussy, both driving me higher and delaying what now feels deliciously inevitable but out of reach since his hands don’t come back to my clit.
“Please, Sir!” I beg.
“Oh, I like it when you beg.” He grunts. “You squeeze meso fucking good. That’s right. Arch your head back. Fuck, I can feel your juices running down my balls.” He grunts repeatedly this time like he’s about to lose his shit. “Oh my god you’re fucking dripping. You wanna come?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I beg, my entire body shaking with need, trembling on the edge.
“I’m so goddamn deep inside you. We’re gonna count to three, and you’re gonna come. Three. That’s it. That’s it. Fucking look me in the eye, my precious good girl. Two. Look at me. One.”
I look at him right as his face distorts, veins clear in his throat as he clenches his jaw, obviously fighting as hard as I have been to hold this orgasm at bay.
“Come for me, Mads,” he commands, his voice rough with exertion. He begins to strum wetly at my clit as he fucks me furiously.
The use of her name should jar me back to reality, should remind me of the game I’m playing, but I’m too far gone. I come with a scream, my body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me with such intensity that for a moment, I think I might actually pass out.
Domhnall follows me over the edge, his rhythm faltering as he spills inside me with a guttural groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his very soul.
We collapse together, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck. For long moments, we stay like that, joined, our breathing gradually slowing, our hearts finding a steadierrhythm.
Finally, he withdraws, both the vibrator and himself. I wince at the emptiness, at the soreness that’s already settling into my muscles. He unties my wrists with gentle hands, massaging the marks left by the ropes, pressing soft kisses to each wrist.
