Page 81 of Salvage Him

I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach and pushed back into her. I might have been hurting her, but I didn't care at themoment.

I reached for both of her hands and brought them across her lower back, held them in one of mine, and leaned over and wrapped my hand aroundherneck.

Shecriedout.

I keptfuckingher.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, and she screamed, "Harrison."

I pushed in and came with a roar. I pulled outimmediately.

Shereachedback.

I stepped out of her grasp as I pulled off the condom. I stuffed my protesting cock back in my pants and backed towardthedoor.

She turned over but kept herheaddown.

"Sir,"Brittanysaid.

When a sub called me Sir, it used to turn me on and make mydickhard.

From her mouth, it was a joke. I wasn't a Sir; I wasn't a Dom. It was an insult to Doms who prided themselves on self-control. I had none. I took and took and hurt thosearoundme.

I headed forthedoor.

"Did I displease you, Sir?" Brittanyasked.

Istopped.

I leaned my forehead against the door. My hands dropped tomyside.

"No," I said but didn't turnaround.

"Harrison," she whispered. She stood behind me and placed her hands onmyback.

My insides turned. Not from her touch, but from my ownweakness.

I turned around and pulled her intomyarms.

She wrapped her arms around me and held metight.

It felt . . . okay. Not great, not what I wanted, but you didn't always get what youwanted.

IdroveBrittanyhome.

We didn't speak much ontheway.

When we arrived at her house, she invited me in. She lived in a small house in the Lakewood area of Dallas—old homes, old money. Her parents lived in Highland Park a few houses down from mine. I used to sneak over in the middle of the night, and we would make out in her pool house. We soon got bored of making out and had sex in the pool for the first time the summer after our junior year. We were both seventeen. It was the night I told her I loved her. I thought she was itforme.

Fuck, I was such a romanticpussy.

"You want a drink?" sheasked.

"Yeah, sure." I stood not sure whattodo.

"Have a seat. I'll berightback."

She disappeared in the room off to the left of the living room. I sat on the short end of a gray tweed sectional. She had knickknacks and keepsakes all over her place. I spotted a picture of us on herbookshelf.