Chapter 7 #2
I thrust my hips forward. My cock eased in, the head sliding down to find the back of her throat. I groaned as her gag reflex engaged and then, like the good girl she was, she fought it. But I pressed in further until she swallowed around me.
The room spun, and I got lightheaded. She was too good at this.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling out of her throat before I came down it. She was panting now and pouted as saliva dripped from her mouth.
Moving down to her thighs, I shoved them apart and slapped my hand down hard on her right one.
She yelped, and her chest heaved. My fingers danced across her clit, and her back arched off the table, and she came, with a soft scream leaving her lips.
The slick flesh pulsed under my fingertips as if it had its own damn heartbeat.
I soothed her before slipping my middle finger into her tight pussy. I groaned at the feel of her hot, wet walls clenching down. My ring finger joined in on the party, and I watched in awe as they disappeared inside her. She sighed heavily.
Curling my fingers, I massaged her G-spot as her eyes widened.
“Reaper,” she moaned when I didn’t relent.
I was intent on making her come again. Her mouth opened, and her whole body arched up. Lust raced along every nerve of my body as I watched her come undone. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, making me smile. Such a perfect little pet. Damn, I was lucky she was mine.
Three down, two more to go. She let out a soft sigh as I pulled my fingers from her depths.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I leaned down to kiss her nose. “Not as much as I love you,” I taunted.
“Fuck me?” she asked innocently.
“I’m hungry, actually,” I teased.
I dragged her down to the edge of the table and shoved her thighs apart.
I trailed my nose along her hip, biting softly before marking her once more.
I inhaled deeply, loving how her scent turned me on.
I knelt between her legs, hands bracing her hips, mouth hovering above the slick heat between her thighs.
I looked up. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Use your words, sweet girl.”
“Yes, Master. Please keep going.”
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I trailed my tongue along her seam before putting pressure on her clit. Her back arched, and she clutched my hair before shoving my face exactly where she wanted it.
I loved her taste, so addictive and sweet. My favorite place to be—between her legs. I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucking and licking, taking my time. A moan of pleasure and my name flew from her lips as I timed my fingers with my tongue. Such a sweet sound.
Without warning, she tightened her hands in my hair and screamed my name, arching into me. Her juices gushed, and she fell back limply.
“Done?”
“Yes, no more, please,” she begged.
“But we still have one more to go.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused.
“That’s only four. You wanted five back-to-back orgasms, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
I picked her up without a word and carried her to the bedroom, her arms instinctively winding around my neck. Her skin was flushed, her body still trembling in that way she did when she was both completely undone and barely holding herself together.
I laid her out, letting my gaze travel over every inch of her. Fuck, she was beautiful with her tousled hair, kiss-swollen lips, the faint shimmer of massage oil still clinging to her skin. My chest felt tight, like the moment itself was something sacred.
She never looked more delicate than she did right then—open, soft, and entirely mine.
My eyes drifted to the gift on the side table. It was small, with silver wrapping paper and a purple ribbon. I had carried it in my pocket all morning, my fingers tracing its edges over and over again, rehearsing this moment.
I held it out to her.
“Alek…” Her voice trembled around my name, hesitant and full of surprise.
“Open it,” I whispered, stepping back but never taking my eyes off her. “I want to fuck you while you wear it.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes flicking from my face to the box in my hand and then down to my cock.
When her eyes met mine again, there was no fear in them.
Just emotion so raw it made my own throat feel tight.
Slowly, she sat up and took it from me, her fingers brushing mine.
She didn’t speak, but the look in her eyes… fuck.
She peeled the wrapping open, the corner of her lip twitching at the edges in that mischievous, shy way that was so purely her. The paper fell away to reveal a small velvet box. Her fingers stilled on the lid. Her eyes lifted to mine—uncertain but hopeful.
I nodded. “Go on. The suspense is killing me. Open it.”
She did. A small gasp slipped from her lips. Inside sat a choker collar. It had two bands of soft, supple leather, joined in the front by a delicate silver infinity charm. It was elegant, and there was not a hint of anything scary in it. There was no lock, no tag, no leash.
Just a promise.
“I know you’re not ready for the collar I want to give you someday,” I said, stepping closer. “So this…this is for now. I think you’re ready. You, of course, can say no with no repercussions. If you don’t, then I will require you wear it on my days. You can take it off when you dance with Pasha.”
Her fingers shook as she touched the charm, eyes shimmering like she was afraid to blink and wake up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
My chest loosened. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed her to want it even on some small, basic level. In her heart, I knew she understood that this wasn’t strictly about possession, not really. This was about belonging. Her to me and me to her.
“Will you put it on me, Master?” she asked, her voice small, but sure.
That was the moment that fucking broke me. She turned over, her movement sensual and fluid. She knelt, legs folded beneath her, spine straight, arms falling to her sides. She presented her back to me as if all of this was second nature.
My hands trembled as I lifted the collar and fastened it around her neck. The cool leather kissed her skin, and I paused, fingers lingering beneath her pulse point—where I’d left a mark earlier with my mouth.
Her heartbeat stuttered under my touch.
“It’s a reminder,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to her ear. “You’re mine. Always.”
She exhaled a shaky breath.
“Now turn around,” I said hoarsely. “Let me see what belongs to me.”
She obeyed, making each move something I would remember forever. As if this were a ceremony. Because she fucking understood how important it was to me—how much I craved her commitment to me. To us.
The collar sat perfectly against her neck, the silver charm catching the light. She reached up to trace it with her fingertips. Our eyes met. And the soft reflection staring back wrecked me.
It cracked something wide open, causing a current to race through my body. My chest ached with the weight of awe. Of her surrender and the fucking love and trust she had handed me to protect.
I cupped her jaw, pulled her forward, and kissed her with such tenderness that she sobbed into me. Pushing her back on the bed, I called her name to get her attention.
“Yes, Master?” she gulped as our eyes locked.
“You know I love you, right?” I spread her thighs with my knees, stroking my cock as her eyes locked in on the motion. “Kitten,” I called, biting back the laughter wanting to spill forth and ruin the moment I was going for. “Answer my question.”
“Yes, Master. I know you love me. Why do you ask?”
I placed my cock at her entrance. “Because I need to fuck and choke you like I don’t.” I entered her in one swift, powerful thrust.
She cried out loudly, arching her back at the sudden intrusion. I growled at the tight feel of my girl’s hot, wet pussy. She was fucking made for me. I grabbed her hands and intertwined our fingers, pinning her arms above her head.
I held still, reveling in the fact that she was wrapped around me.
Then the pressure of need low in my stomach and back won out.
I thrust into her. She hissed as I fucked her.
I could barely hear it though, over the sounds of my own groans.
Having come four times, she was orgasm-tight, and something about that drove me wild.
My eyes rolled back as I established a brutal pace.
With long, forceful, merciless thrusts, I fucked her tiny body.
I pressed forward until there was no fucking space between us—my chest dragged against her nipples, adding to the sensation.
With each pump into her, she clenched tight on the withdrawal, trying to keep me seated.
I increased the pounding, feeling her wince and cry out.
Tears glistened in her eyes, making me feral.
My hand shot out, and I grabbed one of the strands of leather and yanked as I sank into her soft heat, feeling like I had died and gone to heaven.
Her pussy clenched me, her eyes rolled back and nails dug into my shoulder.
Unable to force out a full scream, she made a choked sound that came out on a sob. She came like the good girl she was, tightening so hard around me, I couldn’t stop. I released my grip on the choker as another round of convulsions gripped my dick.
Over the edge I went, roaring her name as pleasure overtook me. I came so fucking hard, it hurt. Heaving, I lay over her, spent. She wrapped herself around me. My face rested in the crook of her neck, trying to hide the well of tears that came to my eyes.
Her fingers combed through my hair, massaging my head in that way that screamed loved. Something as simple as her touch was bliss.
“Happy Christmas, kitten,” I whispered.