He reaches down, and I feel him setting between my legs, touching my thighs gently, then running his hands up over my hips. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy, teasing at my slick folds.
“Do you want me?” he asks.
Heat and longing rush through me, and I know that whatever else happens in this life, if I say no now, I will regret it forever.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Shawn kisses me, his lips light at first, then becoming more demanding. I open up under him, warmth rushing down my spine, making me open my legs and thrust my hips towards him. I feel him reach down and grab his cock, rubbing against me for a split second as he finds the right place, then slowly sinking into me.
I hold on to his shoulders, little gasps escaping my lips as he slides all the way in, a fierce mixture of pleasure and pain that freezes me in place. For a brief moment, I think I’ll have to tell him to stop, but as his hard cock reaches the deepest part of me, rivers of pleasure run across my skin, relaxing every single muscle from the inside out.
My head resting on his shoulder, I cling loosely to him, murmuring under my breath. He pulls back slowly, then thrusts back inside inch by inch, showing incredible control.
After a few strokes, he stops, touching my face and giving me a gentle kiss. My muscles relax even more, and deep inside, I feel my body squeezing against his hard cock.
“More?” he asks.
I nod, almost breathless. “Yes. Fuck me!”
Shawn nods, kissing me once more before bracing his arms against the bed. A flicker of fear spikes in my chest, but it’s quickly obliterated by the fierce ache inside, the throbbing heat that demands to be satisfied by the pounding of his cock.
Shawn begins to thrust, slowly at first, then faster. My inner muscles spasm, sending waves of pleasure through me that reach all the way to my fingertips. The waves come faster and faster, driven by his thrusts as he matches a primal rhythm pounding in both our veins.
He lets out a ripping groan and shudders all over as his cock suddenly thickens inside me. The change in sensation triggers a massive orgasm, and my body spasms and shudders from my core to every single inch of skin. I’m crying out as I hold on to him, but I can’t hear the sound of my own voice. Shawn thrusts his hips into me, hard and deep, and I feel his cock explode inside me.
The sound of our panting fills the room, and my body slowly relaxes around his as the rhythm dies down. Shawn gently pulls out of me, pulling me up on the bed so he can wrap me in his arms.
With my cheek against his steady heartbeat, I let all the tension go and immerse myself in this moment. I’ve been fundamentally changed, and nothing will ever be the same again.
I don’t expect the rest of our lives to be perfect, but for the first time, I feel hopeful about my future.
It’s the last thought I have as I drift off to sleep. In my drunken state, it feels like only an instant has passed when a loud clang wakes me, shattering my peace and almost splitting my head open.
What the fuck?
From the kitchen, I can hear loud voices and the sound of someone noisily making coffee.
No one needs to make that much noise making a cup of coffee! Spoons clanging on mugs, cups being smacked on tables—are there elephants in my kitchen?
“Sara!” someone yells, and out of pure habit, I drag myself out of bed, throw on some clothes, and answer the summons.
When I enter the kitchen, Shawn and Father are sitting at the table, both of them looking at me expectantly.
“About time,” Father says. “I taught you not to sleep in like that—why the fuck is your husband out here making his own coffee?”
“I…”
“I know, right?” Shawn says. “I thought she came to me fully trained.”
Reality seems to unravel at his words, and I stare at my husband, feeling everything recede around me until I feel faint.
That might not be shock. Could also be a hangover. Fuck, let’s just call it both.
“I…” I stammer again, trying to speak, but I don’t have the capacity or the words.
“Make some food, for fuck’s sake!” Father snaps. “Take care of your husband. Also, you should be getting up early to put on some makeup and a nice dress. Shawn doesn’t need to see you looking like that.”
“I like how much work you put into her obedience,” Shawn says to Father. “It shows how committed you are to making this alliance work.”
