My brows drew together in mild concern that was soon forgotten. The intensity and fullness drove me to some great peak, as if a single brush of my clit would send me into the stratosphere.
“So noisy,” Wes teased, gripping my face between his long fingers. “I might have to gag you with something sturdier next time, hmm?”
I whimpered into my own panties, stomach flipping when Wes smiled in response. He liked when I struggled. My pain felt like a willing sacrifice at his altar, something I was willing to give over and over again if it would please him.
I wanted more. I wanted him totakemore from me, to destroy me and rebuild me in his image.
With one more deep thrust, Wes paused, still buried inside me. He skillfully untied my wrists with impressive speed.
“Look at those pretty marks,” he cooed, thumbing the red indentations the rope had left behind on my skin. “I can’t wait to leave those all over this perfect body.”
I reached for him, and he let me, leaning into my touch as I finally ran my hands through his short hair and traced his jaw.
“Sweet girl.”
He kissed my forehead, still leaving me drooling into my gag. With one fluid motion, he’d eased out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, taking me from behind. He pinned me to the bed, just as I’d dreamed, just as I’d yearned for the last three months. Wes took me, no longer hesitant or careful or controlled.
He contorted my body exactly as he wanted it, fucking me with every ounce of his plutonian intensity he kept brewing beneath the surface. His words from earlier played through my mind on repeat.
It isbecauseI feel so strongly…
I was a vessel for his pleasure, his willing prey. My back was to his chest, his arms holding me up as he plunged deep inside me and bit on the fleshy part of my shoulder until I screamed.
“I really like that noise, baby,” he said. He removed my gag. “Do it again for me.”
He bit the other side, and I complied. He hadn’t given me a choice. His chuckle vibrated against my sore skin, and his lips brushed the newly formed bruise with gentle care.
“In case the collar doesn’t make my claim on you clear enough,” he growled into my ear. “Just being thorough.”
“Fine by me,” I said, my voice a breathless rasp.
Wes kissed my temple before pushing me back down onto the bed and turning me on my back. He shoved my wrists abovemy head, and this time when he placed his hand around my throat, he gave the sides a gentle squeeze, just enough to send my high to new heights, to make me feel like my life was in his hands.
Itwasin his hands.
The corners of my lips tipped up, and Wes’s eyes widened slightly. He cursed, and his whole body trembled as he fell over the edge, his cock twitching as warmth spilled inside me.
We both caught our breath, chests rising and falling as one. He kissed me gently, briefly, before easing out. He reached between my legs with two fingers before painting my lips with our cum.
“Taste us, baby,” he said.
I sucked his fingers.
“Next time, I’m coming down your throat.”
38
WES
Earlier tonight, I’d watched as the perfect opportunity to tell Nova the truth passed me by. It was the final piece of the puzzle—the omission she deserved, now more than ever—to understand me.
I hadn’t acted, the moment evaporated, and now, Nova wasmine.
This beautiful, intelligent, witty, achingly loveable girl was mine. Her laugh, her perfect pink lips, her every curve and thought and dream, her sweet pussy that responded so readily to my voice and my touch—it was all mine. She was now my responsibility. I couldn’t get enough. I could spend hours between her legs, making her come over and over again, ignoring her every plea for mercy.
That was exactly what I intended to do. It was one of many plans I had for her. I’d spent the past month learning as much as I could about Nova’s inner world and her desires so I could be the best Dominant possible for her. There was so much more for her to learn about herself, and I wanted to help her every step of the way.
I trust you.
