He stepped closer, angling his hips, and pressed his cock between my breasts.The chain connecting my nipples caught against his shaft, tugging the clamps, sending little shocks of pain through my chest.He groaned, a low rough sound that made my inner walls clench around the plug.
He pressed my breasts together himself, creating a channel for his cock.And then he started to move.
I watched him fuck my tits, watched his cock slide between them, watched his face contort with pleasure.The chain tugged with every thrust.The plug shifted inside me, a constant reminder of how full I was.And beneath it all, the denied orgasm throbbed between my thighs like a living thing.
“Fuck.”His eyes locked on mine, dark and wild.“Look at you.Tits wrapped around my cock.This is what you were made for.Made for this.Made for me.”
His fingers found the chain between the clamps and tugged, sending sharp bolts of sensation through my chest.I cried out, the pain blurring into something else, something that made my hips rock forward even though there was nothing to grind against.
He was close.I could feel it in the way his thrusts grew erratic, the way his breathing roughened, the way his whole body tensed.
“I’m going to come on you.”His voice was wrecked.“Going to mark you.Show everyone who you belong to.”
I couldn’t answer.Could barely think.
He came with a groan that seemed to start in his chest and tear its way out.Hot spurts painted my breasts, my throat, the delicate chain of the collar.He stroked himself through it, milking every drop, watching his release mark my skin with dark, possessive satisfaction.
And then, before I could process, his hand was between my thighs.
“Your turn.”
Two fingers slid inside me.His thumb found my clit.And while his cum cooled on my chest and the plug stretched me and the clamps bit into my nipples, he gave me the orgasm I’d been denied.
It hit like a wave.Like a wall.Like something seismic and devastating that started in my core and radiated outward until every nerve ending in my body ignited at once.
I screamed.Or maybe I just opened my mouth and no sound came out.I couldn’t tell.Couldn’t think.Could only feel the pleasure crashing through me, relentless, overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
When I came back, I was on the bed.
The restraints were gone.The clamps were gone.The plug was gone.I felt empty and raw and wrung out, like someone had taken me apart and not quite finished putting me back together.
Warm hands moved over my skin.A wet cloth, cleaning me gently.His voice, low and soothing, words I couldn’t quite make out but that was safety anyway.
“Stay with me.”Clear now.Focused.“That’s it.You’re okay.You did so well.”
I tried to answer.Managed something that might have been his name.
“Shh.”He pulled me against his chest, wrapping blankets around us both.“Just rest.I’ve got you.”
The collar was still around my throat.I reached up to touch it, and he caught my hand.Kissed my fingers.
“Leave it.”Not a command.A request.“Please.”
I left it.
His heartbeat was steady under my cheek.His arms were strong around me.His scent surrounded me, dark and rich and male, layered now with sex, and beneath it something that smelled like mine too.Like we’d been mixed together so thoroughly that the separate scents didn’t exist anymore.
I loved him.
The thought slipped into my head with the quiet inevitability of water finding cracks in stone.I loved him.In moments like this, when the mask slipped and he was just a man holding a woman like she mattered.Like she was precious.
I didn’t say it.I wasn’t ready.Maybe I would never be ready.
But I knew it now.Knew it the way I knew my own name, my own heartbeat, the weight of the collar against my throat.
I loved him.
Somewhere distant, a phone buzzed.Once.Twice.Insistent.
