Page 35 of Not About That Life

“No?” I shrieked. WHAT? I wasn’t expecting Him to sayno!

“Ask Me again.” He directed.

“Sir, can I come?”

“No.”

By now, the pressure from the impending orgasm was becoming too much to bear and I couldn’t stop it. It was going to happen regardless if I wanted it to. “I have to come! My body can’t stop this! I’m going to come!” I begged Him.

“Ask Me again,” He directed.

Just for Him to say no? If He says no this time…. “Sir, can I come?”

“Yes, you may.”

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, rolling through my body and slamming me back down to earth. I screamed to the heavens, cursed until my throat was raw, and finally after a few minutes, it was all over.

The song choice officially made sense – Sir worshipped my pussy.

“Where are you?” He asks me.

I wanted to keep going. I really did. I was spent, my mind was exhausted, and I don’t think my body could take anymore.

With heavy reluctance and regret, I answered Him. “Red.”

I heard Sir turn off the vibrator and unstrapped me. He picked me up and carried me to our bedroom where He laid me down on the bed. He left a short time to retrieve a cool washcloth and cleaned me up before He joined me. I felt His body spoon against mine as His hands threaded through my hair, easing me to sleep.

Ian’s mine and I am His.