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Late the next morning, we headed into the bathroom to shower together. I could barely walk. He swore softly, seeing my soreness, and scooped me into his arms.
“I’m a beast.” He shook his head, brushing his fingers along the marks he’d made, where he’d sucked and bit and claimed me like an animal.
“I love it.” I sighed and nestled my head into his chest, not wanting him to feel a second of regret. He was exactly how I wanted him, nothing more, nothing less.
We climbed into the hot, steaming water together. The shower had a bench, and he insisted that I sit as he lovingly washed my legs, my arms, soaping slowly, massaging my sore and aching muscles until I felt so warm and relaxed and tingly all over again.
“You’re so much more gorgeous than I even remembered.” He sounded awed as he caressed me. “I thought you were perfect then, but you’re even more than I’d imagined.”
“Oh, Dom.” I’d never had anyone talk to me like that, as if he were worshipping me.
“I’ve wanted you so much for so long.” He soaped my breasts, tender, circling gently, then drew me up into the spray to wash me off. He held me so I didn’t need to support all my weight, letting me rest against him as the warm water rinsed my naked body. I faced away from him, my back against his chest. He still held the soapy washcloth, and he slowly traveled down my stomach, down between my legs where he treated me so gently, so lovingly. I sighed and relaxed into him as he stroked. It almost felt like floating, nothing filling my head but pleasure, pure pleasure.
“I want to make you feel good, Gigi.” He dropped the washcloth and started using his fingers, cupping me, petting me. “I remember being down at the beach with you. Making you come that first time.”
“Oh, that felt so good.” I flushed with arousal at the memory. I’d replayed it so many times, touching myself, but it never felt as good as his fingers. He knew exactly how to work me, coaxing arousal, building, stoking my need.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, baby.” He spoke into my ear, a hand at my breast, the other circling my clit, working me in a slow and steady rhythm. “I worked you hard last night. But do you think you can come for me again?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling it build, wanting to come for him. I quivered in his arms. He brought his hand up to my neck, tilting my head back, holding me at my throat, possessive. I felt so vulnerable, like he was pinning me there, forcing me to come and it pushed me over the edge. I cried out and came on his fingers as he rubbed and worked me, coaxing shudder after shudder from my body.
“That’s it.” He sounded so satisfied, so pleased with my response. I flushed warm inside and out. But he wasn’t done. He led me out of the shower, toweled me off then carried me back onto the bed.
He spread my legs wide, looking at my pussy like a man possessed.
“Dom,” I demurred, feeling slightly shy and honestly tired. The man had pushed my limits and then some. I might need a break. “I don’t think I can—”
But I found myself unable to talk the second his lips sank down to my pussy. So gentle at first, kissing, exploring, licking as if to soothe me but then he spread my lips, working into a rhythm. I found myself sighing, opening wider, surrendering to how good he could make me feel.
“I’m a greedy man,” he informed me, moving up to my clit. He flicked his tongue out, light, teasing. He knew exactly how to not give me enough so by the time he did sink into me, sucking hard I was begging for it, mewling and panting on the bed.
“Dom, Dom!” I clawed at the comforter, his shoulders, his hair, unable to believe he was getting me to the edge again, so soon. But his relentless insistence, his dominance turned me on so much and he licked and sucked and licked so good I felt it there, cresting, ready.
“Come for me,” he commanded. Shuddering, I came in his mouth with him lapping and drinking in every last drop. My eyes rolled back in my head as his tongue fucked me, then loved me, licking me clean.
“Oh my God,” I managed, quivering, exhausted on the bed. What did he do to me? Just when I was convinced I didn’t have anything left, he taught me I had a lot more. And it felt so good to be wrong.
He looked down at me, his chest huge and heaving, the expression on his face dark. “I want more,” he demanded.
“I can’t Dom. I can’t.” I shook my head. Impossible. I knew I couldn’t walk even if I needed to. I could barely remember my own name.
“No? Are you saying no to me?” he asked, rough. “I’m in charge, remember?”
He walked away from the bed and left the room. I lay almost in a daze. Was he serious? Was he angry with me? Then he came back with some rope.
“Put on some heels.” He pointed to the closet. My eyes widened. Where was the soothing, gentle man who’d washed me in the shower? Now he stood over me with a rope, ready to do what? So help me, though, I wanted to find out. As spent and exhausted as I felt, I wanted to know what he had planned.
Slowly, I pulled myself up and weakly made it to the closet. I picked a pair of slip-on heels, so high I could barely walk in them but at least they didn’t have any straps or buckles. I didn’t think I’d have the motor coordination.
I turned back to the bed and saw he’d been busy. He’d made a pile of pillows at the bottom edge. “Come here,” he ordered and crazy though it might be, I felt a quiver in my core. The innermost part of me responded to him, instant and hot, craving that feeling of pleasing him, knowing he could give me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
I walked over and he positioned me at the pillows, then tipped me over so I was lying on them, breasts pressed down into the mattress, pillows thrusting my hips and ass high in the air. I could still stand, but only barely, my feet fighting on tiptoes to balance in my heels.
“Stay,” he commanded as he walked over to a bedpost and tied some rope there. Then he grabbed my wrist and looped the rope around it, tying it snug enough I couldn’t move much, but not so tight it hurt. He took a second piece of rope and did the same with my other hand. I lay there bound, trapped, completely naked with my ass literally served up to him on a tower of pillows.
He prowled around me, surveying his handiwork. An electric current ran through me, wondering what he would do next. As he came up to my side, I glanced at him nervously.
“What are you going to do?” I asked breathlessly. Was he really angry with me?
He reached out and stroked my hair, so loving, so gently and I melted at his touch. He had me. I knew, deep in my soul. I could trust him. He’d take care of me.
But then he drew up to his full height. “I’m going to punish you for trying to say no to me.” He walked back around to my rear, where I was displayed, spread so vulnerable.
“I’m sorry I said no.” I twisted in my restraints, nervous.
“You need to take your punishment,” he informed me, unyielding. “You need to learn to obey me.”
His hand landed down square across my bottom. I couldn’t move, couldn’t protect myself and I whimpered. Smack, his hand landed down again, this time farther down my rear.
“Your ass looks so good when I spank it,” he hissed, whacking me again so hard I moaned. “The way your cheeks jiggle. And your skin pinks up.” He hit me again and I felt it, wellin
g up from deep inside, my response, so wrong to this punishment. I loved it.
Panting, I stopped struggling. He smacked my ass and I relaxed into it, taking my punishment, the wetness growing in my core. I wished I had something I could rub my clit against. Every time he smacked me I moaned, feeling my arousal build, build so much it started dripping down my thighs.
“You’ve been making me so hard for so long.” He smacked me hard.
“Dom,” I sobbed under his hand. “Dom.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
I felt like I could barely stand, my legs quivering and screaming with fatigue but I managed it. I inched one foot farther to the right, the other farther to the left so I could show him what he wanted.
He touched me, right where I ached most, with a deep, desperate need. And it wasn’t with his fingers. I could tell it was with his cock, running it along the seam of my pussy, taking my lube and working it up into the crack of my ass.
I panted, moaning, sobbing. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so badly.
Spank, his hand came down on my ass and I screamed with need. “The next time I tell you you’re going to come again, what are you going to say?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, panting.
“That’s right.” He worked his cock along the slick seam of my ass, then along my pussy again. “I know what you want. I know what you need.”
“Yes,” I begged. “Please.”
“That’s it,” he praised me, pressing against my clit with his cock. “That’s my girl. You gonna come for me now?”