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“Don’t hold back,” he whispers. “Be bold and take what you want.” Combined with his fingers on my clit, his words hit all the right notes, and my first orgasm crashes over me.
I whimper and bite down a little harder to keep from making too much noise.
He groans, clearly not in pain, and tenderly strokes my clit until I start to come down from the release.
When I’m able to focus again, I shift enough to let him line up his cock with my opening.
We both moan when he brushes the head against my slick flesh, and I arch forward, seeking more of his cock.
He gladly gives it to me, lining up with my sheath and surging inside me.
The first thrust is deep and claiming, stretching me as he fills me completely.
We both groan at the sensation. He’s so thick inside me, and the angle makes every inch feel magnified.
“Leo,” I whisper as my head falls back against the mirror. “You feel incredible.”
This isn’t the worshipful lovemaking of our last encounter.
This is primal, desperate, and entirely mine to control.
I roll my hips against him, setting a rhythm that makes him curse under his breath.
He grips my thighs, holding me steadily as I take what I need from him.
I tighten my muscles around his cock, ensuring he’s getting as much pleasure as I am.
“More,” I demand softly, biting his shoulder again through his shirt. “I want you to fuck me harder.”
He obliges, driving into me with an intensity that makes my vision blur. The mirror behind me is cold, yet everywhere he touches burns. Each thrust sends pleasure racing through my nerves, and the risk of discovery only makes it more intense.
“You like this,” he says against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “You like being taken in public where anyone could catch us.”
“Yes.” I dig my nails into his shoulders through his shirt. “I love how you feel inside me. So deep and so perfect. It almost makes me want the world to see how well we fit together.”
His response is a rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. One hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back so he can claim my mouth in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. The other grips my hip, angling me so he can drive deeper still.
I see us reflected in the side mirrors. His powerful body covers mine, my legs are wrapped around his waist, and our faces are twisted with pleasure and desperation. The sight is erotic beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
“Look,” I whisper breathlessly, nodding toward our reflection. “Look how good we are together. How perfectly you fill me.”
He follows my direction, and the sight of us coupled so intimately makes his control crack. His thrusts become harder, more erratic, and each one hits spots inside me that make me see stars.
“You’re perfect.” His voice is rough with need. “So tight around my cock. Taking me so well.”
The crude words push me closer to the edge. My second orgasm is building quickly as heat spreads through my pussy with each movement of his hips. My inner walls flutter around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.
“Touch me,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need?—”
He moves his thumb to my clit before I can finish the sentence, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right pressure. The sensation combined with the fullness of his cock inside me is almost too much to bear.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
The possessive words coupled with his relentless rhythm and the pressure on my clit send me spiraling.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and my pussy clenches around him in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever.
I bite down on his shoulder once more to muffle my cry, tasting the salt of his skin through his shirt.
“Sienna…” He groans as my contractions milk him toward his own release.
His thrusts become frantic and desperate, as he chases his climax.
I feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he drives into me, the friction almost overwhelming in my sensitized state.
When he finally breaks, it’s with a harsh sound that he buries against my neck as his cock pulses as he empties himself with deep, claiming thrusts.
The sensation of his release marking me so intimately makes aftershocks ripple through my body, extending my pleasure until I’m trembling in his arms.
“Mine,” he whispers fiercely against my throat. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper back, meaning it completely. “Yours.”
He holds me against the mirror for long moments afterward, while we’re both breathing hard and slightly stunned by the intensity of what just happened. His cock is softening inside me, yet neither of us moves to separate. The intimacy of staying connected feels too precious to break.
When we finally pull apart, he helps me straighten my dress and smooth my hair while I try to make myself presentable. The woman in the mirror looks thoroughly ravished, yet there’s something else too, a confidence that wasn’t there before.
“We’re buying this dress,” I say, running my hands over the fabric.
“Without question.” His smile is satisfied and possessive. “Though I’m not sure I’ll be able to see you in it again without remembering this.”
“Good.” I reach up to straighten his tie, enjoying the way his eyes darken at the simple touch. “I want you to remember.”
When we finally emerge from the dressing room, the sales associate pretends not to notice our flushed faces or the fact that Leo’s hair is mussed.
Professional discretion, I suppose, though I’m sure we haven’t fooled anyone.
It probably helps that the dress is insanely expensive, and Leo doesn’t flinch when passing over his black Amex.
During the drive back to my apartment, our shopping bags filling the trunk and back seat, I replay the afternoon in my mind. I feel good, having chosen everything based purely on my own desires, from the clothes to the jewelry, and even the way I wanted Leo to take me.
“Thank you,” I say as we pull up to my building.
“For what?”
“For showing me who I could be.” I lean over to kiss him softly. “For letting me choose.”
His smile is tender and different from the hunger I saw in the boutique. “You were always this woman, Sienna. You just needed permission to let her out.”
Maybe he’s right. Maybe the confident, sensual woman who demanded what she wanted in that dressing room was always inside me, waiting for the right moment to emerge.
As we carry my new purchases upstairs, I realize it’s not the clothes I’ll remember from today.
It’s the way Leo looked at me when I chose them, like I was a goddess worthy of worship.
It’s the way he made me feel beautiful, powerful, and desired, not as an obligation or for appearances, but as a woman who belongs entirely to herself.
For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to be truly free.