"Please," she begs. "I need you so much."
I don't give her what she wants immediately. Instead, I tease her with light touches, barely-there licks, until she's writhing and pulling against her restraints.
"Patience," I scold gently. "Good girls wait for their reward."
When I finally seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, she screams so loudly I'm sure the neighbors hear. I don't care. Let them know who's making her feel this good.
I work her with my tongue and fingers until she's right on the edge, then pull away just before she can tumble over. She sobs in frustration.
"Please, Sir. Please let me come."
"Not yet," I say, moving up to position myself behind her. "First, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to claim this pussy so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you'll remember who you belong to."
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so wet, so tight, so perfectly made for me.
"God, you feel incredible," I grunt, beginning to move. "Like you were made for my cock."
I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her forward on the bed. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with our moans and gasps.
"Is this what you wanted?" I pant, leaning over her to speak directly in her ear. "To be fucked like the dirty girl you are?"
"Yes," she cries. "Yes, Sir. Harder, please."
I comply, driving into her with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall. She pushes back to meet each thrust, taking everything I give her.
I take a moment and untie her restraints, staring into her beautiful eyes. "Touch yourself," I command. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She reaches between her legs with shaking fingers, circling her clit as I continue to pound into her. Within seconds, she's convulsing around me, her orgasm ripping through her so violently that she nearly collapses.
But I'm not done with her yet.
I pull out, ignoring her whimper, and flip her onto her back. Her hair is wild, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She's never looked more beautiful.
"I'm going to come inside you," I tell her, settling between her legs again. "Going to fill you up so much that you'll be leaking me for days."
Her eyes widen as I slide back into her, this position allowing me to go even deeper. I can see myself moving inside her, can see how perfectly we fit together.
"You're mine," I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps.
"Mine to protect."
"Yours to protect."
"Mine to fuck."
"Yours to fuck."
"Mine to love."
The words slip out before I can stop them, but I don't take them back. Because it's true. Somewhere between her showingup at the clubhouse with a bruised face and tonight, I've fallen completely in love with this woman. Then again, I've known her for years, so is it crazy? Maybe it is, but I don't care.
"Yours to love," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, Santiago."
Hearing my name on her lips as she confesses her feelings pushes me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, filling her just like I promised.
We stay like that for a while, both of us shaking from the intensity of what just happened. When I finally pull out, I gather her into my arms.
