Page 70 of Bound for You
Being a responsible parent suckedsometimes.
Another smack to the inside of my thighs,high near my ass, had me whining and arching up, not-so-silently begging formore. As he continued to pepper my body with the wonderful pain, every thoughtfled and all I could think of was not coming.
When everything in me was slowly floatingtoward that wonderful place that felt so incredible, I lost the feeling as Irealized he’d stopped smacking me with the crop.
Before my brain could go back to using itscells for actual thinking, a slick finger slipped right into me, pulling adesperate moan from me. He was so gentle, at first I was worried he was goingto drag it out, but I sent out a dirty thanks to the universe when he quicklyadded a second finger.
By the time he’d added a third and wasmaking dirty, pleased sounds behind me, I was shaking and whimpering, barelyholding back the urge to thrust my dick against the bed. “Master…I…”
Words were almost impossible, but he knewwhat I needed because the bed shifted and as his fingers eased out of me, hiscock slid in deep. The aching fullness and pleasure that washed over me had memoaning.
It was perfect.
Master set a breathtaking pace as he fuckedme hard and deep. All I could do was push out rambling pleas and disjointedpraise that probably sounded a bit insane. Even that was gone by the time Icould feel my orgasm starting to push through me.
Just when I was right about to cry out forhelp, Master’s hand smacked my dick and he said the most beautiful word in theEnglish language.
“Come.”
Ever obedient, my orgasm barreled throughme and I cried out as the fireworks and pleasure fired off in me. By the timehe’d drawn out every drop of pleasure, I was draped over the bed, boneless andexhausted. I lost time somewhere because when everything came back into focus,he’d eased out of me and was curled up next to me, kissing my back.
“You get more beautiful and more perfectevery time we make love, baby.” He kissed me again, stroking my back andpressing himself against my side. “I love you.”
Inching closer to him, I tucked my faceinto his arm and kissed it before closing my eyes again. When I was more awake,I’d kiss his lips, but that required more effort than I could give at thatmoment. After a nap, I’d tell him how wonderful he was. “Love you.”
It must not have sounded very romanticbecause he chuckled and leaned over me to nibble on my ear. “I’m curious to seeif you’re still going to be telling me you love me in an hour when your achingass is going to be sitting down and you have to make small talk.”
And that got my brain back into gear.
Groaning, I lifted my head and did my bestto look frustrated. “I forgot. You’re evil.”
He chuckled, not bothering to deny it andnot attempting to pretend that I looked menacing. “You got your pleasure, baby,but now you’re going to get your punishment because it’s time to get ready forthe party.”
Master was evil.
Friends were evil.
Moving was evil.
Well, maybe not the moving part, just thelifting boxes and working part.
Weddings were definitely evil too…at leastuntil my wonderfully sweet Master decided how he was going to ask me to marryhim. Then a wedding would be absolutely perfect.
But until that wonderfully romantic,absolutely perfect event, weddings were definitely evil.
Huffing, I pushed up just enough to givehim a kiss. “It was worth it.”
He smiled, a sweet mix of wicked fantasiesand tender promises. “I will always make it worth it, baby.”
Because he was my Master.
The wonderful man who wanted to walkthrough life with me and who’d given me everything I’d ever wanted. One day Iwould find a way to really show him how incredible he was, but for now, Ipressed a kiss to his lips and smiled. “I love you.”
Sometimes it was three simple little wordsthat said the most.
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