Page 79 of Bought

I was a good sub. I wasn’t going to come until he said. I was determined.

“You can handle more, though, I think. Keep still for me.”

I tried. He was close, I could smell his delicious aftershave, feel his warmth. Then like a lick of flame, his fingertip pressed directly down on my clit, before moving around in tight little circles, adding friction to the pulse of the vibrator.

I wailed harder, fighting the agony of pleasure, trying to find the strength to hold out. But the stroke of his finger, sliding around my clit and giving me small pinches, made it impossible.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now come for me, sub. Come for your master.”

Almost as soon as he’d finished saying it, the orgasm swept over me, crushing me beneath it, and I screamed and screamed against the gag, the darkness behind my blindfold exploding into glittering lights.

I was floating, the aftershocks pulsing through me, barely aware of anything as he slid the vibrator out of me.

“A perfect performance,” he murmured. “You came so beautifully, and I think you deserve a reward. That pretty little cunt of yours is hungry for more and so I’m going to give it exactly what it wants.”

I was still trembling through the aftershocks when I heard his zipper being undone. Then the mattress dipped and there was a shock of heat from his hands as he ran them up my thighs and gripped my hips. Then his cock was pushing into me, deep and hard, uncompromising.

I groaned, because it was too much, far too much. I was too sensitive and keyed up, but he didn’t move. He stayed still, buried deep inside me, waiting for me to still.

“Breathe,” he said. “Breathe slowly, sub. I want you to take me, so breathe.”

I did, feeling the sensitivity ease and my trembles subside. I could have shaken my head and he would have stopped, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him inside me. That’s where I always wanted him to be.

When I’d finally quieted, I felt the pressure on my nipples ease as he got rid of the clamps, but then the sharp pain of the blood rushing back into them made me wail, so he chafed them, easing the pain at the same time as it sent jagged pulses of pleasure through me.

He stayed buried inside me as he ripped off the blindfold, bright light stabbing me. He carefully removed my gag and I lay there, staring up into his intense blue gaze.

Tears filled my eyes, a weird bubble of emotion catching in my throat. The sharp, precise planes and angles of his beautiful face, his straight black brows, the dusting of snow at his temples, the way his gaze burned, all that heat beneath the ice, and all for me.

I hadn’t known what a good man looked like; I’d never known. But I knew now. A good man looked like him.

The bubble of emotion expanded, warmth filling me and then heat, a raw powerful feeling coursing through my veins, almost dizzying in its intensity.

I’d never felt it before, yet I knew what it was all the same.

It was love.

I’d only known him a few short days, but I was in love with him.

If he knew what the look on my face meant, he gave no sign, merely staring down into my eyes as he began to move, a deep slow rhythm, then gathering speed.

Pleasure began its relentless spiral, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

He said nothing, but I knew he saw them.

His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he gripped me harder, slamming himself inside me, the bed shaking with every hard thrust, my body jerking against the restraints.

His gaze was a fire, a blaze of blue flame, devastating in its intensity and so possessive I could hardly breathe.

“You’re mine,” he said very clearly, very distinctly as the bed shook again. “All of you, Zara. You are mine in every way there is. Mine to command.” He thrust again, making me cry out. “Mine to use. Mine to spoil.” Another deep hard thrust. “Mine to own. Understand? Say it.”

“Y-Yes,” I stammered, my voice rusty and hoarse.

“Whose are you?” he demanded, driving into me with relentless strength.

“Yours,” I gasped. “Yours, Sir.”

I was, and I felt it in every part of me.