My stomach muscles contract with hunger. The way she offers herself for sex after a firm punishment has my heart pounding. It doesn’t matter that her lashes are still damp with tears. Her body responds to my dark desires.
I guide the thick head of my cock into her. She’s tight, but so soft. I sink into her until I’m nudging her womb. The sweet tortured sounds she makes burn through me. With my left hand I grip her hip, while I sink my right thumb back into her ass. She gasps and grips the sheets. I pump slowly, savoring her beautiful body face down over a mound of pillows, ass warm and pink from my hand.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her small hand snaking underneath to stroke herself. She moves frantically.
I pump harder, pushing her down into the pillows.
She comes, contracting around me with shuddering pulses. It feels so damned good. I come too, filling her with seed.
I pull back slowly, catching my breath, staring down at the curve of her back.
I drop onto my side and drag her body to me, so her chest is against mine. I wrap my arms around her.
“Are you all right?” I ask, sliding a hand down to rest on her ass.
“Sore,” she murmurs. “Inside and out.”
I move my mouth near hers, breathing her breath.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” she whispers against my lips.
“All right,” I return, continuing to hold her. I rub small circles into her lower back, massaging her muscles. I know her body needs comfort from me now, even if she doesn’t.
“Don’t take what we did just now as a sign of agreement. I don’t agree to be your prisoner.”
“All right,” I say again, cradling her close.
“Don’t you care about getting along with me?” she demands, pulling back to look at me.
I shrug. “It’s not my highest priority,” I say.
“I don’t understand you,” she says. “What is your highest priority?”
“Keeping you.”
“Why would I want to be with you, if you don’t even care about whether I’m happy? At least Alberto pretends to care about that.”
I don’t answer.
She pulls free of my grip and untangles her torn clothes from her body. “Will you get up, so I can get the top sheet?”
I rise, putting my cock away and zipping my pants. She takes the sheet and wraps it around herself. She looks especially small wrapped in the folds of the queen-sized sheet. It fractures my resolve.
My highest priority has to be keeping her alive. Nothing else will ever matter more than that. But she has a way of getting to me, with just a look, and she’s doing it now.
