A Standing Ovation

Visenya decided to start the day on a positive note by cooking Lucian's favorite breakfast. She carefully set the table, arranging fresh coffee and juice, and went out of her way to be extra courteous towards him, as difficult as it was. Lucian couldn't help but be suspicious of her intentions, noticing that she was acting out of character—and she most certainly was. Because she was going to enjoy a delicious hot meal before the day came to an end, even if it killed her.

Usually, Lucian's leftovers were enough to satisfy her hunger, but lately, they had failed to do so. She had grown accustomed to having three meals a day, even if it was only for a week. She couldn't help but feel foolish for not realizing how quickly he could take that away from her.

Every morning, when he returned from his little departure, he always wanted sex. It was during this particular encounter that she would put on the performance of a lifetime. She could make things easier by letting Delilah take control and have her way with him, but Delilah didn't trust herself to resist marking and claiming him in the process. So, Visenya knew she had to face this challenge alone.

She had no idea how to be seductive, or whatever it was that Lucian wanted her to be. Her stomach was in knots, fearing that she would make a complete fool of herself. Surely, it couldn't be that difficult to fake some moans, tease him a little, and stroke his ego.

"You can do this," Delilah encouraged her, before retreating to the deepest sector of her mind.

As he stepped out of the shower, she entered his bedchamber and couldn't help but admire his glistening body as he ran a towel through his wet hair. Damn him and his stupid sexy physique, she silently cursed.

He tossed the towel to the floor, and she began undressing herself, following their familiar routine. She walked over to the desk - always the desk - and rested her hands and elbows on top, offering him a tantalizing view of her backside. He approached her from behind, hard as always, ready and eager to enter her. With a smooth motion, he glided the tip of his cock along her slick entrance, utilizing her own arousal as natural lubrication. And then, he slipped inside her.

He filled her to the hilt as he buried himself inside of her, her walls hugging him so snugly like a death grip. Lucian loved every bit of it too and couldn't get enough of how extraordinary she felt. His grunts began to sync with the timing of his vigorous thrusts, and that was her cue that it was showtime. She moaned softly, cringing at how staged it sounded. Why didn't she take an interest in theatrical arts? It would have come in handy right about now.

She closed her eyes and moaned a little louder this time, feeling painfully awkward but determined to give this all she's got. His hands roamed her body, taking her by surprise because it was something he never cared to do before. Sex with him had always felt so mechanical and straightforward.

Her body trembled with pleasurable tingles, coursing through every nerve ending. A genuine moan escaped her lips as she embraced Marienne's advice, letting go of her fixed opinions and immersing herself in the physicality of the moment. His touch, surprisingly gentle, traversed her body, exploring her for the very first time.

There was never a need for roughness; it was unnecessary and not what she sought from him. This realization dawned on her as she reflected on that day, her little lesson into the world of slavery and submission. It was his soothing touch that followed the spanking, the touch she craved. It was what she had always yearned for, a special someone to enter her life and alleviate all her pain.

His hands slid down her backside, caressing her outer thighs so tenderly, and in one quick draw, he found that little magical button between her legs.

"Ohhh, Goddess..." She cried out as he gave her clit a very exhilarating massage.

She rocked her body back against his, gliding her sensitive bud against his fingers with a demanding need. The scent of her arousal filled the room—a scent that called to him in a distinct way that no other man would ever know. He always had the desire to touch her like this but fought against it every time. He now realized how stubbornly foolish that was, seeing how she was practically purring for him, and oh, how he loved when she vocalized her sexual bliss.

He craved more from her, yearning to witness the expression on her face and the desire in her eyes. He quickly pulled out of her, turned her around, and sat her right on top of the desk. He re-entered her with haste, as if every second they weren't connected was vital to his survival. He pulled her close to him, continuing his exploration of her sensuous body.

She entwined her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper within her, and a groan of ecstatic approval escaped his lips. She closed her eyes, avoiding any uncomfortable eye contact since everything was going exceptionally well, and she wouldn't allow anything to shatter her blissful illusion. She ran her hands along his strong, muscular arms and felt them flex beneath her electrifying touch.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he guided her hands around his neck and effortlessly lifted her up in his arms, his rhythm growing more zealous and needy as he thrust into her like a deprived animal. That familiar tingly feeling surged in her core, and she did not fight against it this time. In fact, she was going to let herself enjoy this for once, truly revel in it.

Using his sturdy shoulders as leverage, she lifted herself higher and began to bounce hard on his cock. He responded with a favorable growl as she eagerly fucked him back. Her nipples brushed against his highly sensitive marking, rising and falling in sync with her movements. She could feel his body twitch and go taut, his cock swelling inside of her, and she knew he was on the brink of climax. Lucky for her, she beat him to the finish line.

She cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her, her orgasm intense and powerful. Her muscles pulsed around him, her sweet juices trickling down his balls. His body stilled, holding her close as he fell over the edge of ecstasy. She felt his lips pressed against her ear, his grunts ever so audible as he finished inside of her. She hadn't realized until that very moment how incredibly sexy his moans were.

As the intensity subsided, she went completely limp in his arms, feeling the overwhelming urge to succumb to sleep. Any second now, he'll be demanding that she leave his room, and when that time came, she would gather the strength to do so.

After some time, he finally pulled out of her, creating this disconnect between them that felt so cold and isolating. Did he feel the same? She pondered the question briefly, dismissing it as a fleeting thought. She knew she shouldn't entertain such silly things.

She felt something soft and warm beneath her, not a bed, but not a hard, cold floor either. Soft fabric enveloped her, carrying the familiar scent of him, while a gentle caress traced along the side of her face.

"Good girl," a pleased voice whispered. "That's my good girl."

With a contented sigh, she surrendered to sleep's embrace.