She doesn’t fight it. She arches into my grip, gagged moans spilling through choked, stuttering breaths.
“This pussy’s gonna swallow every inch and beg for more. And you’ll say thank you with your body.”
She moans beneath the gag, trembling as her eyes lock on mine. The tension in my balls tightens, coiled hard and hot, ready to detonate.
I thrust once more and unload inside her with a growl, my cock pulsing as I give her every fucking drop of my cum.
We ride it out together, her thighs gripping my waist as aftershocks ripple through us both. Her body shudders beneath mine, slick and sensitive. I stay right where I am, cock buried to the hilt, looming over her, watching her come apart beneath me.
She exhales, her eyes locked on mine, wide and glassy. She’s not afraid. She’s undone.
And I fucking did that to her.
Her breath is ragged, her body limp and trembling beneath me. I ease off her, careful not to shatter the quiet that’s settled over us.
My hands move to the silk at her wrists, untying each knot with care. The fabric slips free, and still she doesn’t move. She stays where I left her, trusting me to finish what I started. I reach up and untie the gag next, slipping it from between her lips. It falls beside us with a whisper, soft against the sheets.
Still, she doesn’t speak.
I pull her close, chest to chest, her cheek resting over my heart. One arm slides around her spine; the other strokes her hair in slow passes.
“I’ve got you, Babygirl” I whisper against her temple. “All of you.”
Her skin is flushed and damp, her breath warm against my chest. She melts into me, nuzzling, every movement declaring she belongs there.
“Are you with me?” I whisper, brushing her hair back from her face.
She nods, dazed. Her lips barely move, but I catch her whisper.
“Yes.” She nods, lips brushing my skin. “I’m with you.”
Relief seeps into my bones. I press a kiss to her forehead, fingers stroking through her hair, letting her feel the truth of what she’s done to me—how much I adore her strength and surrender.
“You are everything. Everything I need.”
Her breathing slows as I run my fingers along her back, soothing and steady. The weight of what we just shared lingers between us. She clings tightly, her leg sliding over mine.
I wait, knowing there’s one more thing I need to give her.
Because she’s earned it.
“My name is Bastien,” I whisper, my mouth brushing the top of her head.
She lifts her gaze, eyes wide and shining, finding mine behind the mask.
“Bastien,” she whispers.
God help me, I want to hear her say it every night.
She doesn’t pull away or ask for space or answers. She shifts closer, tucking herself against me, fitting there perfectly. My arm wraps tighter around her waist, palm pressing to the small of her back. Her skin is warm, still buzzing from what we’ve just done.
“Will you stay with me tonight, Bastien with the golden-brown eyes?”
“Yeah, I’ll stay, Babygirl.”
She nestles into me, fingers curling against my chest, and I let my eyes close.
My mind is chaos. A storm.
