“I’ll try, ma’am,” I answered.
Her breath was hot against the back of my neck, and her teeth scraped across my skin there.
“Try your best, pet. Tell me if it’s too much, yes? And I will stop,” she told me.
“I will,” I agreed, and whined quietly, in slight pain as I felt myself be stretched further and Selene’s hips against my buttocks.
Selene wasted no time pulling back out—what felt like halfway—and pushing in again. She quickly found a rhythm, the wet squelch of my wetness and the slap of skin on skin filled the room. I couldn’t hold back my moans and pleasure.
“Feels, feels, so good,” I whined, as Selene fucked me harder.
“You feel good,” she growled against my ear, and kissed my cheek when I turned my head, “Such a good girl, for me aren’t you?” she continued.
I hummed in agreement.
“My good little pet, taking everything I give you,” she praised, and I was in ecstasy. The toy pressing deliciously inside of me, just where I needed it with each of Selene’s thrusts.
And suddenly, I could feel myself about to come undone—the build-up had been slow and intense, but the end had rushed upon me.
“I’m close again,” I told her, and couldn’t help crying, sure that she would stop.
Her wet tongue ran across my cheek, tasting my tears, but her rhythm did not break.
“My good girl,” she whispered, and I exploded around the dildo, clamping down hard, nearly screaming in pleasure, my body straining against the ties as I came so strongly my vision blackened for a moment.
“I’m not done yet, pet,” she said as she continued to fuck me. “I’m almost there, but not quite. Feel free to cum again, if you can,” she told me, her hot breaths against my neck.
I was exhausted—my shoulders and arms and hips hurt from being tied and pulled. I was also extremely sensitive, bordering on painful, if it wasn’t still so good. I moaned deeply.
“O-okay,” I said.
“Good girl, Percy, good girl,” she husked against my shoulder, as one of her arms slid under me and wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against her and pulling on my restraints, causing them to become as taut as possible.
Her breathing became erratic, her rhythm stuttered, and her teeth sank into the meaty part of my shoulder as she moaned with her release and sagged on top of me.
I cried out at the unexpected bite, but it wasn’t painful. A pleasant heat radiated out from where her fangs pierced my flesh, and I felt used and consumed, in the best possible way—wholly owned by my princess.
A purr resonated from her through my back and chest.
“I love you,” she said softly, when she released my flesh from between her teeth.
“I love you too,” I replied.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, “Sorry for not trusting you,” I clarified.
“We will find a balance between our natures,” she told me.
“I’m going to pull out now, pet,” she told me, and released me from her hold around my waist and pulled the dildo out as she sat back on her heels.
I felt sort of hollow and empty, and cold without the press of her above me, or the feel of the toy within me.
For no logical reason at all, I began to cry—not frustrated tears, but hollow, empty, tears, like everything had left me.
Swiftly, I found myself untied and Selene pulling me into her arms and dragging the thick quilt of the bed around my shoulders. I clung to her like a life raft at sea. I felt like I was lost in a storm.
“Shh, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? You’re shaking,” she said, pushing damp hair away from my sweaty forehead.
“I feel like I’m lost in a storm,” I told her and buried my head in the space between her shoulder and neck.
