He was babbling and so deep inside me I could feel him shaking.
“Please, please, I’ll do anything?—”
I grabbed the leash, yanking his head back until his eyes widened in obedient surrender, biting down on his throat right where the collar hugged him. I let out a guttural cry as I neared my limit, my hips driving down like a relentless piston.
With every bite and every thrust, I could sense his futile attempts to hold back, but as the tension built, I knew I’d take my release exactly when I meant to.
My pussy clutched him tighter, squeezing with the intensity of my impending climax. “I’m coming,” I whispered between ragged breaths.
My back arched violently, and a surge of explosive pleasure tore through me. I rode him as wave after wave crashed over me, my body convulsing, every inch of me searing with the heat of release. His cock, still buried deep, pulsed inside me with each shuddering spasm as I ground down over him, my climax relentless and unapologetic.
“Come for me.”
Hescreamed, cock jerking inside me, hips bucking as he spilled inside me in spurts. His whole body seized, legs shaking, hands flying to the couch cushions for something to hold onto as he cameharderthan I’d ever seen.
I rode him through it, milking every last pulse, every shudder, until he was nearly sobbing from the intensity.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Let go for me.”
He collapsed back onto the cushions, panting and wrecked. The firelight glinted against the collar still wrapped around his throat.
I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly as I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re so good for me,” I whispered. “So fucking good.”
He exhaled shakily, leaning his head into the crook of my neck. “You make it easy to be good.”
I smiled against his skin. “No, baby. I make it clear. You make it easy.”
I traced the line of the collar, and he tilted his head to the side without me asking, offering himself. Always so willing.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmured.
He gripped my thighs where they were wrapped around him, pulling me closer. “I’ve never felt safer,” he said quietly. “Never felt... wanted like this. Not for all of me.”
“I want all of you,” I told him.
He sat up straighter beneath me, still inside me, his hands coming up to cradle my face gently.
“And I want you. Not just your power or the control. I want the softness. The strength. The woman who carries everyone’s burdens, but still makes room for me.”
I let my forehead fall to his, our breath mingling. “You’re the only one who’s ever seen both.”
“I’ll never stop looking.”
I reached up then, moving my fingers to the clasp of his collar. He held still, eyes closed, letting me remove it. I set it gently on the table behind us, then cradled his face in my hands.
His lips parted, but no words came out, so I kissed him gently.
When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine again, eyes still shut.
“I know you can’t give me everything,” he murmured. “Not all at once. I don’t need all your secrets. Not today.”
My eyes burned, but I held them open.
“I just need to know you trust me with whatever pieces you choose to hand over.”
“I do,” I breathed. “I really do.”
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