“On the bed,” he orders, his deep voice rough. “I want that pretty ass up in the air.”
I can’t move fast enough, desperate for him to take control of my body and release my mind from its cage. I don’t want to think about anything but being in this moment with him.
I settle into position, resting my cheek against the soft comforter, my ass on full display just as he commanded.
I feel exposed.
Vulnerable.
Safe.
My core clenches tight, wetness slicking between my thighs. My breathing becomes ragged as I wait. Short bursts of air rush past my trembling lips in anticipation. I hear the rustling of clothes, the clink of his belt buckle. Then a few moments later, I feel the bed dip, and he’s behind me, his large, warm hands smoothing over my backside. His touch settles over me like a warm blanket.
“Breathe,” he commands, still rubbing my behind.
Closing my eyes, I take a few calming breaths.
“Good girl.”
I revel in his praise, my body relaxing beneath his expert touch.
The first blows are light, a bee sting buzzing across my heated flesh, hitting each cheek in succession, building and growing hotter with each one. He pauses, smoothing his hands over my heated skin. I remain silent and still, my heart thundering in my chest. He runs his fingers through my drenched pussy, gatheringup my wetness before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I cry out as he finger fucks me slowly, dragging me closer to the edge, the orgasm just within reach, before he draws them out and lands one hard blow after another across my tortured ass. I absorb the burn, the bee sting bleeding into a white-hot pain that collars me. With each deliberate blow, my mind empties.
My heart bleeds.
My soul drains.
He blesses me with a release that I desperately crave.
Tears build in my eyes, emotions wracking my body as they flood my system in a release that threatens to ruin me, but it’s the best kind of ruin. His masterful hands know exactly what I need.
“Thank you” is all I can manage between my sobs.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
And for the first time since the truth came crashing down on me, I don’t feel lost.
I feel found.
My cock hardens with each blow to her blooming red flesh. I know what she needs, and it’s not just the orgasm she craves, although it’s just as cathartic, but it’s the purging of her emotions. She has spent her entire life suppressing them, and now, she has no idea how to express or release them on her own.
Karmen has been surviving on her own all her life. My chest expands, heat flaring beneath my skin at the thought of her having to endure anything alone. All I have ever wanted is to be there for her, to take care of her.
To love her the way she deserves.
Precious power sends a rush down my spine with each strike. The power of knowing I can give her what she needs. She latches onto the pain, anchoring herself to her emotions. Tension uncoils from her like a slow-building storm, dark and ominous with the promise of utter ruin. I revel in her destruction.
In my own.
Because her pain belongs to me.
Shebelongs to me.
I line my cock up with her wet pussy and push inside with one punishing thrust. My spine tingles as my name and her gratitude pour in a desperate plea from her parted lips.
