I can’t resist her now. She’s been so good, so strong. I want her to come, and I want it to be spectacular.
Snatching the belt up, I loop it around her neck—careful that the buckle isn’t near her most vulnerable, thin skin. I wrench her upward, holding the belt just tight enough to slow the blood flow to her head. She takes short, panting breaths, her back arched as far as it will go and her head tipped back until she can look into my eyes.
I speed up my pace, my pelvis smacking against her ass. There’s no more holding back, no more calculated teasing. I give Elena everything I have, each of my breaths coming out on a moan as my own pleasure starts to reach its peak.
“Come for me, Elena,” I manage between burning, strained breaths. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
Elena lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes into my hold, her eyes sliding closed as I pound her relentlessly. Her core tightens around me, and I feel the fluttering of the start of her climax. I tighten the belt just a bit more, making her eyes fly open and a flicker of fear crosses her face. I hold her gaze, loosening the belt just as her orgasm slams into her.
Elena sucks in a breath and lets it out on a string of moans and shocked gasps, her entire body rocked by the climax. I hold her waist and race to my own finish. The convulsions of her cunt heightening the moment my cock jerks and starts to spill. I pull out of her just in time, gripping my shaft and pumping as white streaks of my semen coat her ass. She falls onto her belly, panting for breath as I jerk my cock and come for what feels like forever. It’s so intense I almost think I won’t survive it. Just when I feel like it’s too much, it ends, lowering me slowly back down to earth.
I fall beside Elena, spent and weightless, my head and my eyelids heavy. When I crack my eyes open to look over at Elena, I find her staring back at me. Strands of hair fall over her eyes, but she’s looking right at me through them, her face flushed and stained with dried tears. Her eyes are bright and glistening, her lips parted and begging to be kissed. I don’t think I’ve ever found her more beautiful.
When I’m certain my legs will support me, I pull my pants up and head to the bathroom. Elena doesn’t fight me when I return with two warm, damp washcloths—one to clean my mess off her ass, and the other to wipe away the last traces of her tears.
When I push sweat-dampened hair out of her face and give her a short, soft kiss on the lips, she crumbles. Falling against me, Elena sobs and buries her face in my chest. For a moment I’m startled into stillness and uncertainty, until I think of what I just put her through and the flood of emotions that come with a release like the one she just experienced. I bring my arms around her, going back against the headboard and letting her curl into a ball in my lap. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head, her tears wetting my bare skin.
“Shh,” I murmur, running a soothing hand up and down her back. “It’s all right, gatita. Everything will be all right. I have you.”
She clings to me and accepts my comfort, and I squeeze her tighter as her trembling turns into full-on shaking. I jerk the comforter over us, cocooning her in warmth as I rock her back and forth as if cradling a child.
“You were so perfect, Elena. So beautiful. I’m so proud you’re mine. Give in to me. You don’t have to fight it anymore.”
Somehow my words don’t make matters worse. She starts to calm, her sobs calming to sniffles and the splash of tears ceasing after a few minutes. I hold her in silence after that, placing kisses on her forehead and temple, inhaling the scent of us tangled together. My cock stirs again, but I ignore it. Elena can’t take more tonight, and I’m surprisingly content to sit here and hold her.
It isn’t lost on me that Elena is clutching me as if I’m her savior instead of her tormentor—her lover instead of the man she desires but hates