Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly. Exploratory at first, feeling the weight and shape of me. Then she leans down, tongue tracing the head. The wet heat sends my jaw clenching. She takes me into her mouth, working mewith more confidence than the first time. Tongue flat against the underside, lips sealed tight around my shaft. Watching her lips stretch around me sends heat through my cock.
"That's it. Deeper." I thread my fingers through her hair, not forcing but guiding. "Relax your throat."
She does, taking me further. Eyes watering slightly as she works to accommodate my size. The small sounds she makes vibrate against my cock. I let her set the pace for a few minutes, let her prove this is her choice.
Then I tighten my grip in her hair and take control. "My turn."
I fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. Making her take what I give her, making her work for every breath. Her hands brace against my thighs, and she doesn't pull away. Just takes it, surrender written in every line of her body.
"Enough." I pull her off before I finish in her mouth. "On your back. Spread your legs."
She moves onto her back, and her thighs fall open. I can see how wet she is already, slick and swollen. Ready for me. I settle between her legs, breathe her in. The scent of her arousal makes my cock throb.
I press my mouth against her pussy, tongue sliding through her folds. She gasps, hips jerking. I hold her down with one hand on her lower abdomen, tongue working through her. Finding her clit, circling it with firm pressure. She's sensitive, responsive, fighting to stay still like I taught her.
The taste of her floods my senses. Sweet and musky and uniquely hers. I work two fingers inside her while my tongue maintains steady rhythm on her clit. She clenches around my fingers, tight and hot. I curl them, find that spot deep inside that has her shaking.
"Luc, please?—"
"Please what?"
"I need—I'm close?—"
"Then come. Let me feel it."
The orgasm hits her hard. Her back arches off the bed, thighs trembling. She pulses around my fingers. I work her through it, my tongue and fingers gentling as she comes down. When she can breathe again, I move up her body. My cock presses against her entrance.
"This is real. Not because you need protection. Because we both want this."
"Yes." Her hands come up to my shoulders. "Please, Luc. I want you."
I push inside slowly. The wet heat of her body opens for me inch by inch. When I'm fully seated, I stop. Let her feel the fullness, the stretch, the absolute claiming.
Her legs wrap around my waist. "Please, Luc."
I pull back and thrust in hard. I set a rhythm that's deep and demanding, making her feel every inch of me with each slick drag of my cock through her tight heat. Her nails dig into my shoulders, gasping against my neck.
"This is what you've been chasing," I tell her. "Not scenes. Not performance. This. Real submission to someone who knows exactly what you need."
"Yes." The word breaks on a moan. "Yes, Sir."
The honorific sends heat through me. I change the angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Feel her tightening around me. She's close again, I can feel it in the way she's clenching, the way her breathing fractures.
"Come with me," I growl. "Now."
She detonates, clenching around my cock, crying out my name. The sensation pulls my own orgasm from me. I bury myself deep and come hard, filling her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible. Feel my cum flooding into her, hot and claiming.
We stay locked together for long moments, both breathing hard. Then I ease out carefully, watching my cum start to leak from her. The sight is possessive and raw.
I pull her against my side. She curls into me immediately, head on my chest, one leg hooked over mine.
"Better?" I ask after a while.
"Yes." Her voice is quiet but steady.
We lie there in comfortable silence. The domestic intimacy feels strange after constant crisis.
She wraps her arms around herself. Then: "I want to go to Dominion."
