His fingers press against me while he keeps fucking me, and the second orgasm builds fast.
When I release, it’s slower and deeper. The orgasm rolls through me in waves that make my thighs shake around his hips.
He doesn’t stop and keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out. When I finally stop shaking, he’s still hard inside me.
“That’s two.” He pulls out. “Turn over.”
I flip onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and pulls them up until I’m on my knees.
“Chest down. Ass up.”
I press my chest into the mattress, and the position leaves me completely exposed. His hand runs down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and between my legs.
“So fucking perfect.”
He positions himself and pushes inside me from behind. This angle is different. Deeper. Almost too much.
I make a sound into the pillow.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He starts moving—one hand gripping my hip, and the other pressing between my shoulder blades, keeping my chest pinned to the bed.
The angle makes every thrust land somewhere on the border of too intense.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“I want you to come again.” His grip tightens on me. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”
My hand slides between my legs and finds where we’re joined. He slides in and out while I circle my fingers against myself.
“That’s it.” His breathing is ragged now. “Let me feel you.”
The third orgasm builds more slowly. More intense. My fingers keep moving while he keeps thrusting, and when it finally hits, I’m crying out into the pillow. My body clamps down around him, and he swears.
His rhythm breaks. Three more thrusts, erratic and desperate, and then he’s coming too. We collapse forward, still connected, both trying to breathe.
Eventually, he pulls out and tosses the condom before returning to bed.
He pulls me against his chest, and neither of us speaks for a long moment. His fingers trace the faint marks on my wrists from the ties.
“Too much?” he asks again.
“No.”
His hand moves through my hair. Slow. Soothing. “Good.”
His chest rises with a deep breath. “Stay.”
“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”
“I mean after the year.” His hand stills. “When the contract ends. When the clause is gone, stay anyway.”
