trembling uncontrollably, you’ll get another twenty.”
He walked out, leaving her to suffer through the pained pleasure of one forced climax after another.
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Yasmeen couldn’t have said which was worse, the releases themselves, or the fact that she was alone in them. She had nothing to concentrate on but the orgasm of the moment wracking her body, the letdown, then the rise of the next. The fact that they were empty, solitary, mechanically given was one thing. What was worse, was the fact that her body writhed and her hips tried to pump and her nipples ached and she moaned and moaned through each one, adoring it as much as she fucking hated it. Pleasure was pleasure, and she was feeling it. Was overloaded with it. Was slowly being killed by it.
Lifting her head that weighed five thousand pounds, she blinked the sweat from her eyes as another climax began to crest. She found the numbers ticking down on the timer. Four minutes left! How could she do another four minutes of this without her heart exploding?
Her body started its descent into heaven/hell, her core blooming as it greedily opened and dripped with juice, readying her for a fucking she wasn’t going to receive.
Her blurring gaze moved beyond the numbers when a movement at the door caught her eye. Her owner.
He paused, his attention focused solely on her as he leaned a shoulder into the jamb and crossed his arms. She panted, reaching for the end, needing it, craving it, and when it came, it was the most powerful one yet because he was here. As demented as it was, she was overjoyed by the fact that he’d come back to join her in the torture. And that increased the pleasure ten-fold, so much so that when she bore down, opening herself to this one completely, something broke inside her and she screamed his name. It was plaintive and desperate. It was raw and filled with the pain of knowing he didn’t want her for her.
Hearing it, Lucian was at her side in a blink, a low, soothing growl pumping from his throat. He yanked the cord from the floor and ripped open his pants. She was still climaxing when the wand was shoved away, and he entered her. He spoke his own language as he fucked her, the wet sound of the sex mingling with his deep voice. For long minutes he used her prone body, and she howled through it, furious because she couldn’t touch him, couldn’t wrap around him as she so desperately wanted to. What if this was the last chance she had? Because a last chance inevitably came for her. It always did.
He opened the clamps on her nipples and removed them, and the sensation of blood flowing back made her want to lose her fucking mind. She wanted to beg him to suck on her, but if he touched her, she’d probably kill him. “Goddamn you!” she cried hoarsely as her swollen pussy lovingly accepted its master, releasing for him yet again.
Her reality left her as the climax pulled her under.
She surfaced to the sound of him coming, that dark moan of his rolling out when he pushed to the root inside her and filled her with his ejaculate. Yes. God, yes. She did this. She brought him to the point where he lost that control, even if it was only his body. Pride and love glowed in her heart. It fucking glowed bright enough to burn.
As she attempted to recover, she weakly burrowed her face into his neck, kissing his hot skin, licking at him so she’d have more of him inside her. In her body, her mouth, her heart. That she knew would be his forever. As she would be. She sucked lightly, desperate to leave her mark on him the way he had on her. Would his behavior change if he knew she’d fallen in love with him? Would he soften toward her at all if he knew him and his invisible friends now lived in her heart?
His hands gripped her waist and followed the line of her body up until he was cupping her breasts and strumming her tender nipples with his thumbs.
“Never again, Yasmeen,” he said quietly.
She didn’t have to ask what he meant.
“You will not attempt to leave me again,” he specified anyway. “Do you understand?”
As her body melted into a shapeless heap of skin without bones, she silently lied to him for the first time by nodding.
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