Page 11 of Magnum, Volume 2

He shifted the angle and drove deeper, grinding against the spot inside me until the room fractured into pieces around me.

“You don’t get to stop,” he ordered, voice rough. “Keep that cunt clamping down on my motherfucking cock.”

Each time the wave tried to break, he hit the exact right angle and pushed me higher all over again. My insides clenched and released in brutal, helpless pulses, milking him, fighting the dual stretch and the constant pressure of the cincher that refused to let my ribs expand far enough for a full breath. Tears streamed sideways into my hair. I couldn’t form words. I could only shake and obey while the climax felt as if it might rip me apart.

And then he finally stilled and emptied inside me with an inhuman growl, his arms bracing his body over me while his gaze stayed locked on mine, and he let me see inside his soul while he came this time.

And it threatened to finish undoing me, seeing his raw vulnerability, and what I defined to be love, even though he’d never said the words. The look finished what the orgasm had started, breaking my emotions open inside me.

I was trembling rather than sobbing when he finally pulled out, my body on overload, the tears still flowing, but there was no more energy for the huge, wracking sobs of earlier.

I vaguely remember the shoes and cincher coming off. For a few unmoored seconds, I floated, and my lungs were finally able to gasp enough air in to fuel my oxygen-starved cells. The sudden absence of the constant, steel-boned pressure should’ve felt like relief, but it was wrong.

Then he wrapped the boneless waist cincher around me, and my body settled into it before my mind caught up. The feel and sound of the zipper made the floating stop, and I was moored again. Enclosed once more inside his domain, and the constraint was more important than oxygen, in that moment.

Somehow, the waist cincher had become the physical shape of his ownership, but I wouldn’t think on that at depth until the long drive home the following evening, because he left me for a few seconds and returned with a damp cloth, and he wiped me down while I relaxed into the mattress, my body completely spent.

I was nearly gone when he pulled the top sheet over both of us, rolled me onto my side, and snugged me against the heat of him, spooning my plugged ass against his now-soft but still substantial dick, so it settled just inside the crack of my ass, nudging the plug so it shifted inside me.

And for the first time in five weeks, I fell asleep as a slave, completely owned, dominated, and perfectly at peace in the world.

Chapter 6

Magnum

Our alarms both went off at the same time, six hours after I’d turned the lights off and then relaxed with her in my arms, listening to her breathe while I considered how our morning would go before I finally let sleep take me.

And so, seconds after we’d both reached to the table on our side of the bed and silenced our phones, I was on her, pressing my dick into her sore pussy, fucking her hard and fast right off the bat while my fingers worked her clit, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her head shook back and forth, and I went even faster and deeper.

I got my rocks off in under three minutes, and then I was up and off her, ordering her to hands and knees so I could remove the plug.

It would’ve been easy to take the night-cincher off from there, but completely unsatisfying for both of us.

“Grab the bar, slave.”

Only when she was hanging from my makeshift chin-up bar did I remove it, give her permission to drop, and then ask those all-important words to take us out of high-protocol and give her a measure of her autonomy back.

“Who am I?”

“Magnum, Sir,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath.

“Exactly right.” I stepped back. “We’re on a tight schedule. What do you need from me? I made breakfast sandwiches we can eat in the car. I assume you want coffee?”

“I do. Thank you.” She took a deep breath. “Go, do whatever you need to do somewhere else, please. I need a little space to wash my face, fix my hair, make sure I have all the makeup I’ll need in the car, and then get dressed.” She sighed. “Also, a shirt to wear in the car so I don’t get food or makeup on my clothes.”

She motioned for me to go, and I grabbed my toiletry bag along with the clothes I’d wear for the day — black dress pants with a black turtleneck — and I left.

We were out the door forty minutes later, and we both drank coffee and ate while I followed Google’s directions to get me out of her city and onto the interstate. She’s literally just right over the river from New Jersey, so we were out of Pennsylvania within ten minutes.

It was a whirlwind of a day, and I only fell more madly in love with her as the day went on, watching her change and transform her look in between high-stress interviews, and then watching her handle professionals with their own hour-long news shows try to get her to answer impossible questions while she made the interviews go the way she wanted. She was professional and polished while she answered what she chose, redirected what she didn’t, and left them following her structure instead of the other way around.

I’d already known she was good, but watching her live in the studio, so I could feel the heat of the spotlights while I watched her completely control the narrative, especially when the stakes were highest — by the end of the day I was even more in love with her, when I hadn’t thought it possible.

It was a grueling day for me, and I was just following her and acting as support. Thankfully, every green room had tons of food, so we never had to stop for a meal, since we both snacked off and on throughout the day.

After the third appearance, she used a selfie stick to do a live shot in the middle of Times Square, and I stood nearby and made sure she was safe while her attention was solely on the camera, rather than potential pickpockets. Or fucking kidnappers.

The last appearance of the day was a huge fucking deal, where she was sitting in a group of panelists, all of them experts, knowledgeable about the case, and they discussed and debated the legalities from every angle, and where the government and the attorneys were likely to go, moving forward.