Page 7 of Jurassic Submissive

She felt his hand stroking her hair and she looked up into his eyes.

“Tell me, Bianca. What’s wrong?”

She teared up at his words. Of course he was a gentle Dom. She should have known. He was so much like Jeremy. So protective. So caring.

“I miss Jeremy,” she whispered. “I’ve been so scared and so alone for so long. Finding out tonight about you, about this, about us,” she murmured, “it’s just so much to take in. I’m scared I might be dreaming.”

Patrick stroked her hair once more, then brushed his thumb over her lips.

“It sounds like you have a lot on your mind, little human.”

Bianca nodded.

“Would you like me to help you clear your head?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Climb on my lap.”

She crawled quickly up onto his lap and laid across his knees. She could feel his erection throbbing, poking into her stomach, but she tried not to think about it as she waited for him to paddle her. He would fuck her for sure, but it wasn’t time.

Not yet.

The first strike hit her and she gasped. All of her breath disappeared and a wave of pain rushed through her. It subsided immediately as she felt Patrick’s hand stroking her. He dipped a finger inside of her, then hit her again. And again.

It felt like hours, this pain mixed with pleasure, and she remembered perfectly why she loved submitting so much.

Patrick could make her pain go away. He could make her forget, even if it was only for a little while. He would hurt her, then he would heal her: a perfect god in this world they had created together.

When he stopped hitting her, she had completely forgotten any notion of sadness or despair, and he carried her gently to the bed. He placed her face-down on the comforter, then gently massaged lotion into her ass. She knew she would be bruised and battered tomorrow, so she appreciated the gentle touch. The lotion wouldn’t erase the pain she felt in her bottom, but it would help.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

“Are you doing okay, pet? Talk to me.”

Again, she was struck by how gentle and perfect he was with her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Yes.”

7.

Patrick stared at her sweet little ass as he rubbed it gently. Though he wanted to play with his new toy as much as possible, he knew tonight would be fast. She was tired and worn out from the emotional intensity of her evening, and he was tired from his fight with Hank.

They both needed this.

While Patrick loved fucking face-to-face, he knew it would be cruel to force Bianca on her back tonight. When her bruised bottom rubbed against the comforter, she would be more focused on the pain than the pleasure.

Right now he wanted her to feel pleasure.

He lifted her hips so she was on all f

ours and leaned in close. Sliding his tongue gently against her ass, he licked her bruises before dipping his tongue lower, swirling around her soft pink bud. Bianca moaned loudly in both pleasure and surprise, and he felt a rush of excitement. He wondered if she had ever been licked there before. He played with her ass, teasing it with his tongue, until she began bucking back against him. Then he knew it was time.

He reached a finger up to her clit and rubbed, ever-so-slightly, until Bianca exploded against his face, yelling things he couldn’t understand.

Before she had come down from her high, he gripped her hips and thrust his hard cock deep inside of her. She immediately tensed with another orgasm, screaming into the pillow in front of her. The sounds of her pleasure made him even more hard, made him even needier.

“This is going to be fast, love,” he whispered. “I need your tight pussy so bad tonight.”

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