Page 22 of Magnum, Volume 2

The slow, heavy rhythm seemed to last forever, but eventually, he gradually began to pick up speed again, until the familiar jackhammer pace that left no room for thought was back.

He was deeper in me than he’d ever been, as if going slow with that kind of intention had allowed him to wedge more of himself into me, and I heard the words coming out of my mouth before I realized I was going to say them.

“Please, sir! It’s too much! I can’t—” I had to draw breath in to say more, “Sir! Please have mercy!”

He was pounding me so hard my words came out staccato, but he wasn’t paying attention. Didn’t seem to hear me.

My hands came up, and I pushed at his shoulders. His chest. Desperately trying to shove him away.

He caught both hands and pinned them to the mattress beside my head, holding me open and helpless while he fucked me without mercy.

“Please have mercy, Sir!” I begged, over and over, until he finally issued his own command.

“Come, slave.”

I hadn’t even known I was close to an orgasm, but a release erupted inside me like an explosive volcano, and it tore through me in long, agonizing waves. My pussy muscles clamped down around him while my asshole did the same to the plug, and then all my muscles spasmed and contorted while I flailed under him, along for the ride with zero control while wave after wave of the torturous orgasm wrenched through me.

When it eventually began to ease, he growled against my ear, “No, little fuckslave. I didn’t say you could stop. Massage my motherfucking cock with that tight little cunt.”

His words spurred everything back into high gear, and the forced, endless contractions kept coming until everything tipped over into a raw, overstimulated, incessant agony while I was lost in waves of bliss I couldn’t escape.

And then he drove in deeper than ever, so my pussy burned a thousand degrees from the stretch. His spine bowed while he stared at the ceiling and came deep inside me — and his noises were inhuman, low sounds that vibrated through the room and bounced off the walls.

At length, he finally pulled out and ran his hand over my boobs, down my stomach, and patted my mons. The finality of it made my sobs intensify, as if they came from some deep, jagged place inside me.

Five weeks of missing him, two perfect weeks of having him, and the knowledge that tomorrow he would leave again — it was too much. He cleaned me gently with a warm cloth, changed my cincher out for the nighttime one, unlocked and removed the shoes, rolled me onto my side, turned off the light, and curled around me from behind.

A heavy arm settled over my waist, and his mouth brushed the back of my neck. “Such a good little cunt,” he said, voice soft now. “Bearing so much pain for your owner. Sleep, slave. Close your eyes and drift. I’m not gone yet.”

I cried quieter after that, the tears soaking into the pillow while his heartbeat thudded steady against my back. The plug still held me open, and my pussy was on fucking fire, but his body still surrounded mine, and all was right with the world when I fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 10

Magnum

I didn’t take long getting off the next morning. I desperately wanted to stay in her forever, but that isn’t the morning routine.

So I spent seven minutes inside her, rough as ever while she begged for mercy beneath me, and then I came inside her without allowing an orgasm.

She cried again when I took the cincher off and the plug out, sobbed so much she nearly had me in tears when I asked who I am, and she answered with my name.

But then she went to the bathroom, washed her face, put clothes on, and came out without tears.

“I’ll cry when you’re gone,” she told me. “Thank you for last night, and for not changing things up this morning.” She blew out a breath, still working hard to manage her emotions.

“I vote for French toast with entirely too much bacon this morning,” she said with a smile. “That work for you?”

An hour later, after a wonderful breakfast, I handed her a burner phone.

“I have another burner, the number’s in the contacts under Junior, which is normal for Alabama. It’s possible someone out there is monitoring your phone, and I’d just as soon keep our conversations private. But, if we only call each other, that’s a red flag, too. So, you’ll call Ember with it, and try to use it at least once or twice per day, besides our calls. Ordering food, calling a ride, or talking to a contact who isn’t top secret, since I know you have other ways of keeping those calls confidential.”

She stared at it a good dozen seconds before she nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’d like to think my calls aren’t being monitored, but you’re right that it’s possible they are, and yeah, I’ve taken that into account when deciding how to communicate with even regular contacts, like detectives and other investigators. The encryption I use for informants, I’m pretty sure that’s safe. My tech guy helped me set it up, but maybe you can look it over the next time you’re up?”

“I can do it now, if you’d like.”

And okay, maybe it was a way for me to stay an hour longer, but I didn’t mind doing it for her, even without that. Turns out, it was well done, and I only tweaked it a tiny bit.

When I finally pulled out of her driveway, I tried to focus on the positive. This trip had proven we can work even when she’s working fifteen or more hours a day, which, from what she’d said, happens frequently in short spurts when she’s hot and heavy on a case, but rarely for this long.