Chapter 189: Luke
The sway of her hips while she crawled had my cock coming to stiff attention again. I couldn't care less about the pony's tail; it was something I used to cause her mental discomfort and keep her attuned to me. Normally, I would push a little more about where she went when her mind drifted away. But even after months of trying, she never revealed her innermost demons and it drove me crazy.
I'd shared more with her than I had with any other woman in my life. Hell, I told her more than I told my bandmates. I wanted it to mean something, but I learned the hard way that she wouldn't cross certain lines. Her deep dark secrets stayed buried, even when they left her in a near catatonic state from lack of sleep. She refused to see a doctor or even a head shrink. The memory of her violent kicking and fighting-loud gasps for air and still unable to draw enough oxygen into her lungs-left me terrified. Completely out of control.
Shaking my head, I realized now was not the time for these thoughts, so I focused on the lovely ass that was mine again. We turned the corner of the hallway and went through a set of double doors then down two carpeted steps into her bedroom. Her room didn't surprise me, though it might other people who knew her. It was soft and feminine-warm, not cold like others expected of the ice queen. Frilly pillows in earth tones covered the top of the pale green comforter on her bed. The cherry wood of the bedframe, dresser, and chest made the entire ensemble perfect. The four-posters of the bed filled me with sadistic ideas. I smiled while looking down at her.
She crawled down the steps, the dip of her knee opening her pussy so I could see the glistening wetness. Yes, she hated pony play, but it turned her on too. She didn't understand that the beginning of the evening was about her needs regardless of what I told her. I knew she craved pain and humiliation. I wanted this time in her bedroom-the slow intimate connection she fought with each breath she took.
"Get on the bed, face down, legs spread."
She complied without looking at me. I began tossing pillows off the bed and had her move up. Her stiff shoulders betrayed her distress, which didn't surprise me. She disliked herself for enjoying humiliation.
I removed the plug, taking the time to wipe it and return it to my bag. Her ass was a fiery red and I realized taking her on the carpet added further discomfort to the welts. I leaned forward and kissed her neck close to her hairline. I sucked hard on the skin before drawing it between my teeth and biting down to add teeth marks to the bruise I knew was forming. She would leave her hair down at work over the next week so the hickey wouldn't be seen. I couldn't help my groan when I pulled away and saw the results. I didn't want her hiding my claim. I wanted the entire world to know she was mine even for only this one night. She stayed still, but her breathing changed. I'd give anything to know her thoughts, but I wouldn't have Monday morning to dissect what feelings she deigned to disclose.
I moved closer, kissing and biting her from shoulders to ass before turning her over. I relished taking off clamps more than putting them on. I watched as her breath caught when I removed one of the nipple clamps then quickly took care of her other breast. I gave a sharp tug to the labia clamps so they pinched as they came off. A small sound escaped her lips making me smile.
When the pain subsided, she looked at me, opening her mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. I nodded, giving her permission.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You could take those off in the heat of the moment."
"I could... but where's the enjoyment in that?"
She smiled, and my pulse raced. "Open for me, girl."
Her legs spread. I placed her arms above her head. I could look at her like this for hours and never get bored. I gazed into her eyes, taking in her perfect lips so soft and full, high cheekbones thinning her rounded face slightly. Her skin drew me closer. I'd yet to find another woman with the same tone or scent. I circled my fingers around her throat, my thumb over her rapid pulse. I loved this feeling of possession. The look in her eyes was almost my undoing-trust. It was a lie, though. She trusted me with her body, but didn't trust me enough to give up the secrets that destroyed her more each day.
"Stay," I whispered. I left the bed and entered her bathroom. The tub was huge and I looked forward to a bath with her in my arms following this next scene. After disposing of the condom still on my cock, I washed my hands and walked back into her room.
"I want you touching me, girl." I put on another condom and climbed onto the tall bed. "Don't stop." It was something I rarely gave permission for and one of the things I regretted after she left me. She closed her eyes and a single tear trailed down her cheek.
"None of that or I'll think you don't like it." She smiled softly getting the joke. I relished nothing more than giving her whatever she disliked.
I nuzzled her neck, moving her hair back, kissing her shoulder, making my way to her breasts. I didn't know if she would touch me without further prompting, but she raised her arms. Her fingers ran through my hair and her other hand went to my back.
"Tighten your legs around my hips." She complied immediately, and using one hand to hold myself up, I used the other to guide the head of my cock into her waiting heat.
Home.
There was no other feeling that described the sensation. I slid further inside and slowly withdrew. This wasn't fucking, it was making love. With each stroke, I bared my soul, but held the words silently in my head.
I love you, Machala Winters.
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