I choke on a gasp, falling apart. “You’re not cumming until I say so.”
His voice fractures into a filthy growl. “You’ll fucking hold it. You’ll stay right here until I give you permission.”
I sob for him, my thighs burning, every inch of me desperate. “That’s my good girl.”
His pace slams harder, sharper. “You’ll cum when I’m so deep you feel me for days.”
I’m breaking. I’m shaking. I’m wrecked.
“Beg for it.”
“Please—please—please, Damien—please?—”
“You want me to fill you?”
“Yes—yes—fuck—please?—”
“You want me to fuck you so deep you forget how to breathe without me?”
“Please—please—I need you—I need you?—”
His pace slams harder, his grip locking me down. “You’ll cum with me.” His breath cracks. “You’ll take everything.”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
“Cum.”
I shatter.
He crashes into me, his name tearing from my throat as I break, as I take every sharp, brutal pulse he pours into me. His body trembles against mine, his hands still fisting the chain.
“You’re mine.”
I sob, clinging to him. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
His lips crash to mine, filthy and desperate. “You’ll never fucking leave me.”
“Never.”
He drags me tighter into him like he can press me inside his ribs. “You’ll stay right fucking here.”
“Yes.”
His breath shudders. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
And I’ll stay his. Until I can’t breathe without him. Until I can’t fucking remember where I end.
His cock stays buried inside me, his grip locked around the chain like I’m still not fucking allowed to move. His breath shudders against my temple. “You think we’re done?”
His voice cuts through me, low and dangerous. “No,” I whisper, breathless.
His fingers grip my chin, tilting my face. “That’s right. You’re not getting a break.”
