"Mmmm," he growls into my core, sending vibrations against my most sensitive spot. My toes curl, and my eyes roll back. Fuck I’m close.
"What were you thinking about Cassie? Tell me. What was your dirty little mind fantasizing about as you touched this sweetpussy. Watching me while I was thinking about you. I thought about this exact scenario. That's why I brought you here tonight. I needed that fantasy to be real. So tell me, what were you fantasizing about?"
He goes back to eating me out, slipping two fingers inside and curling against that spot that makes my body come undone. How the hell am I supposed to speak words, let alone articulate sentences, at a time like this?
"I..." I can’t breathe. "I was picturing being on top. Riding your cock. When you were thrusting into your hand, I was picturing you thrusting into me."
"Oh yes, Cassie. Then what." His voice comes out as a deep growl.
"I watched you. I wanted you inside me. I want you. Now. Please, Sir. I need you inside me now."
That does it. He sets my legs back onto the floor and quickly undoes the wrist restraints. He pulls me toward him, gripping under my thighs to wrap my legs around him. I grind my slickness against his hard cock, moaning as I bury my face in his neck. He grips the nape of my neck, tilting my face to kiss me. He backs us up to the bed, never breaking apart our lips. We are suffocating each other. He lays on the bed with me straddling on top of him. His fingers caress the red welts across my body. They sting, but it only adds to the pleasure.
"Use your words. Tell me what you want. I give up my control at this moment so you can reclaim what was taken from you. Your fears, pain, tears. You give that all to me tonight. We are moving past what happened, and you will be free from the nightmares soon, I promise you. Even if I have to fight your inner demons with mine, and trust me, mine will win." He winks. I can’t help but smile.
"I want to ride you. I want to feel your cock so deep inside me that I won’t be able to walk right tomorrow. I want to rideyou until I drench you, then I want you to cum deep inside me, claiming me as yours."
"Oh, mi amor. You are so perfect for me—my better half. Ride me then. Ride my cock and scream my name so the whole club will know who owns this body." He grips my hips, grinding my wet slit against his hard cock. A shudder rips through my body.
"Not just my body." I lean down and kiss him. "My body.” *Kiss*. “My mind.” *Kiss* “And my soul." His lips tip up into a smile as I reach between us, line him up, and then sink down, feeling him deep inside me. Our bodies and souls are becoming one.
"Fuck" He growls. "God, you are perfect. You truly are my other half."
77. Lucian
Her body looks beautiful, with the red marks slashed across it. She loved the cat o’ nine tails. I knew she would the second my hand grazed it on the wall. Her eyes dilated, and you could see her breathing pick up. My woman is definitely a masochist, and I’m in love. I feel like I can finally be who I am without feeling judged. I’m still taking it easy on her tonight. I know she said to let go and push her limits, but not tonight. She needs to be eased back into this.
When she hovers over me and guides me into her, my eyes roll back, and I can’t help but moan. She said I wouldn’t just own her body. She’s willingly giving me her mind, body, and soul, just as I was hoping she would. But she needs to understand that I also belong to her.
"Fuck, Cassie." I take a moment and hold her steady above me by her hips. “You are the most perfect woman in the world. You know, you own me as well. You own me completely, mind, body, soul. Whatever you want from me, you can have; just ask.”
I can feel her tighten around me; she loves being praised and deserves every word. We didn’t bother with a condom. We are both clean, and the club mandates monthly tests to maintain everyone's safety. And she ended up just getting the birth control shot, not wanting to deal with an IUD again.
"Oh, God." She slowly starts rocking her hips. Rolling them over me. Grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. I grip her by the chin, pulling her face down to mine.
"No, mi amor. It’s my name you will scream, God’s not here!" I growl in her ear as I thrust up into her.
"Lucian!" She screams as she picks up speed. Lifting and dropping harder and faster on my cock. It feels fucking phenomenal. I’ve been with my fair share of women, but I have never felt this kind of connection with one before. It’s more than just sex. It’s a bond between us. I reach up and squeeze her breasts; they fit perfectly in my hands. Toying with her nipples, still streaked with red welts from the whip.
"Choke me, please, Sir." I adjust so I can get a better footing on the bed. I place both hands around her throat and squeeze. Her eyes dilate as she places her palms flat on my chest for stability. I start thrusting into her, using my hands on her throat as leverage to drive my cock harder into her.
"Oh.... Lucian..." I squeeze tighter.
"No words. Eyes on me. I want to watch you as you shatter. Let everything go.”
She tries to make sounds, but she’s barely able to get air through, let alone hear noise. I can see her mouth the words that she is close. I ease up on her throat just enough for her to get a little whisp of oxygen.
"Please, Sir. I’m so close. Please let me cum."
She literally is the perfect sub. I pull her closer to my body. Her breasts pressed against me. I tighten around her throat again. I start thrusting hard and fast again, leaning to whisper in her ear. "Shatter, Mi Amor. Now!"
She breaks. She lets go of everything. She can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t think. She can only feel every fucking fiber of her being shattering as the orgasm rips through her. I follow right after her, roaring my release as I bite onto her shoulder. She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her. Our breathing coming in sporadic huffs. My dick softens and slides out, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. I keep her wrapped in myarms as I feel her body relaxing onto mine. She is crying silent tears. She fully let go tonight. This was all about her taking back what she lost and moving on from that hell. I hold her close, and we are silent as her tears subside, and she falls asleep.
I roll her onto the bed on her side and slowly remove my arms. She has passed out hard. Tonight was definitely a lot, both physically and emotionally. It drained her. I was worried it may be too much too soon, but she is so strong and trusts me as much as I trust her. I would end my life before I hurt this woman, and she knows it. I make my way into the en suite. I love that these rooms are decked out with everything you can think of or need. In the vanity, I find the cooling gel for the lash marks. I’ll apply that after I get her cleaned up. Aftercare is one of the most important parts of a Dom/sub relationship. Or any relationship, really. I turn on the water to the oversized tub and light a candle. I drop in some salts and a bath bomb. Once the tub is halfway filled, I shut off the water and get Cassie.
She is still asleep when I come to the side of the bed. I carefully remove her wig and set it on the bedpost on the headboard. I scoop my arms under her legs and along her back. Cradling her to my chest. She stirs but doesn’t fully wake up. I bring her back in the bathroom and carefully climb into the tub with her in my arms. I somehow manage to sit without slipping, and as the hot water hits her legs, she starts to wake up. I spin her and get her settled between my thighs with her back against my chest. She leans back and rests her head on me.
"How long was I asleep for?" she asks as she yawns.
