“OhGod.” It’s part exclamation and part moan.
“See, it’s versatile.” He accents his words with a quick snap of the flogger. The leather ribbons bite at my breast, sending a bolt of lightning directly to my clit. D leans in and uses his tongue to lave at the stinging nipple. “I thought you’d like that. If today proves anything to me, it’s that you were meant to be mine. I’m meant to show you how to utilize pain properly, without harming yourself.” He trails the flogger down my side to my thighs.
My breath comes in shallow pants.
“I thought you didn’t believe in fate,” I tease.
He narrows his eyes playfully, then snaps the flogger over my pubic mons, careful not to hit the burns above. The vibrator buzzes immediately after.
My body writhes with sensation.
“I’ve learned the rules don’t apply where you’re concerned.” He flicks the flogger against my inner thigh. One side. Then the other. It’s not at all hard. The sting is just enough to distract from pleasure, which builds with every pulse.
“D, I need more,” I cry when he continues to work the flogger back up my body. My arousal has reached devastating levels, but ebbs shy of release without a continued source of stimulation. This sort of delicious purgatory could drive a person to madness.
“Mmm … we’ll have to build up your tolerance. But not today. You’ve been so incredibly brave.” He reaches between my legs and clicks the vibrator onto a steady setting, then uses his hand to rock the device against me.
My consciousness splinters from the world around me until I drift on a river of ecstasy. My body is engulfed in violent pleasure. Waves of radiant light flood my veins while flames consume me.
And in the wake, there is effervescent serenity.
I am undone.
“I will never tire of making you come,” DiAngelo drawls in a ragged voice. He turns off the device and removes his pants.
I watch through slitted eyes, too sex-weary to fully open them. “Promise?”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “That’s a promise I’m happy to make.” He unclips my ankle cuffs and coaxes my knees to bend so that my feet are up near either side of my rear.
His rough hands trail down my inner thighs. He slides his hands along the apex, pressing my swollen lips against themselves. I groan from the gentle massage that stirs to life a spark of need.
“You don’t take birth control.” It’s a statement, but I know what he’s getting at.
“I have an IUD.”
“Thank God,” he breathes. “I’ve never gone unprotected, but that’s not gonna work with you. I need to feel what it’s like to be inside you without anything between us. You okay with that?”
“Yes, D.” It’s the easiest question I’ve answered all day because I want the same.
His rumble of satisfaction gives my heart a gentle squeeze.
DiAngelo moves up my body, the sinew of his muscular shoulders visible as he supports himself above me. He brings hislips to mine at the same moment his scalding cock teases at my entrance. I lift my legs back, angling myself in invitation.
“Tell me if you need me to slow down—this might hurt.” The strain in his voice is woven with worry. It’s the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard.
“I will.”
He rocks himself inside me, just an inch at first, then two. He’s not only careful to go slowly but to keep himself suspended above me enough not to risk contacting my burns.
I moan at the fullness. “It feels so good, D. Keep going.”
“So fucking tight… scared I’ll rip you,” he hisses on a shaky breath.
He’s not totally wrong. It does sting, but in a good way. And the pressure of him filling me is incredible—like he’s burrowing a path straight to my welcoming heart. I don’t ever want this sense of deep connection to end.
When his cock is fully sheathed inside me, his entire body shudders.
“This is where I belong. You’re mine, firefly. All fucking mine.”
