“I can’t feel like we’re not okay … I’m sorry and it’s—”
“We are better than okay, Ella. You will always be mine. Even if you push me and fight. Even if you’re disobedient. Even if you want more than I can give you for the moment.” He kisses my wrist, keeping his eyes on me. “I will satisfy you another way and you will forget all about whatever it is that made you feel like we weren’t okay.”
A moment passes that crackles between us before he asks, “Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Who do you belong to, Ella?”
“You, sir,” I answer in a whisper.
I love youis on the tip of my tongue, but the words are silenced by his next command.
“Put your legs over my shoulders and enjoy what I do to you.”
I nod in obedience and Z doesn’t just eat me out, sucking and licking every inch of my heat until I come hard on his tongue. Once he’s had his fill of that, he bends me over the table and fucks me so hard, I swear the table will break. It turns out, he did need to gag me.