pen?
“Lean down, baby,” he murmurs at my ear. “Head and
chest on the bed.”
In a daze I do as I’m told. He pulls both my hands
backward and cuffs them to the bar, next to my ankles.
Oh . . . My knees are drawn up, my ass in the air, utterly
vulnerable, completely his.
“Ana, you look so beautiful.” His voice is full of
wonder, and I hear the rip of foil. He runs his fingers from
the base of my spine down toward my sex and pauses a
beat over my ass.
“When you’re ready, I want this, too.” His finger is
hovering over me. I gasp loudly as I feel myself tense
under his gentle probing. “Not today, sweet Ana, but one
day . . . I want you every way. I want to possess every
inch of you. You’re mine.”
I think about the butt plug, and everything tightens
deep inside me. His words make me groan, and his fingers
move down and around to more familiar territory.
Moments later, he’s slamming into me. “Aagh! Gently,”
I cry, and he stills.
“You okay?”
“Gently . . . let me get used to this.”
He eases slowly out of me then eases gently back,
filling me, stretching me, twice, thrice, and I am helpless.
“Yes, good, I’ve got it now,” I murmur, relishing the
feeling.
He groans, and picks up his rhythm. Moving,
moving . . . relentless . . . onward, inward, filling me . . .
and it’s exquisite. There’s joy in my helplessness, joy in my
surrender to him, and to know that he can lose himself in
me the way he wants to. I can do this. He takes me to
me the way he wants to. I can do this. He takes me to
these dark places, places I didn’t know existed, and
together we fill them with blinding light. Oh yes . . . blazing,
blinding light.
And I let go, glorying in what he does to me, finding
my sweet, sweet release, as I come again, loudly,
screaming his name. And he stills, pouring his heart and
soul into me.
“Ana, baby,” he cries and collapses beside me.
His fingers deftly undo the straps, and he rubs my ankles
then my wrists. When he’s finished and I’m finally free, he
pulls me into his arms and I dr
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