Chapter 19 #2
“You,” I whisper, squirming. I’m so turned on and, for once, able to revel in it.
I should feel frustrated. I should feel denied.
Instead, I feel a strange thrill of anticipation, my body humming with awareness and lust. And I feel so connected to Domhnall in the way that’s been denied me, even if all he ever touches me with tonight is this vibrating silicone.
But then, like he’s reading my mind, he rises from the bed, stripping off his boxers in one fluid motion.
He gets right in my face, hand fisting his cock. God, it’s beautiful. It’s so close. I hate that I’m tied. I want to touch it. I want to touch him. “I said who do you fucking come for?”
“You, Sir!”
His cock stands proud, thick and hard, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. He’s so raw, uninhibited, so unashamed of his desire. Will he fuck me now? Will I finally get to feel him?
But when he returns to the bed, he doesn’t settle between my legs like I expect.
Instead, he flips me over onto my stomach, the restraints twisting but holding, giving me just enough slack to turn.
“Ass up,” he commands, and I comply, lifting my hips as much as the position allows.
His hand comes down on my ass without warning, a sharp, stinging slap that sends shock waves through my body. I cry out, more in surprise than pain.
“You’ve been bad,” he says. “Sneaking around. Keeping secrets.”
Another spanking, harder this time, on the other cheek. The sting is immediate, followed by a spreading warmth that makes me shiver.
“Feel what a fucking mess you are.” He sticks his fingers inside where I’m sopping. “You want me inside, don’t you? Such a pretty pink pussy.”
I can’t help moaning at the feel of his fingers, but then he’s pulling them out again. He’s usually so gentle with me, but now he’s acting absolutely depraved. And I love it, because I know he’s finally not holding back.
“I’ve learned a few things about you,” he continues, punctuating his words with another sharp smack that has me gasping. “Things you didn’t want me to know.”
My mind races even while my body pulses. What has Mads been doing? What secrets has he uncovered?
But I can’t focus on that now, not with his hands kneading the flesh of my ass he just spanked, soothing the sting only to deliver another smack that has me jerking against the restraints.
Then his fingers are in my pussy again, only to swirl again deep before retreating so he can shove them in my mouth. I pant, hips moving needily back against his hand.
“Lemme see.” He drags my jaw back so I’m looking at him. “Fuuuuuck. That’s my good girl. You’re such a fucking slut for me. Just for me. I’m going to stretch you until you’re gasping and moaning. Then I’m gonna cum so deep inside you.”
I moan at his words and the darkness in his eyes.
“Look at you creaming down your thighs.”
He coats his fingers in the sopping juices in my pussy and drags it to my ass, which he then plays with.
“What a filthy girl you are,” he croons, so dominant and in command.
He spanks me again.
“Don’t you dare come,” he says, and then his mouth is there at my pussy, suckling indecently.
Oh, oh, oh!
I spasm, fingers tightening around the rungs at the top of the bed, toes curling with the effort not to come. It’s so good. Oh god, how does that feel so good?
I’m about to lose the battle because his mouth on me feels so fucking good I lose my mind.
But then he pulls back and growls, “Good girl. What a sexy slut you are. My perfect good girl. I’ve been so fucking hungry for you.”
He spanks me again, but not so hard, and this time on my throbbing pussy.
I squeal with need.
“Are you gonna squirt all over me when I finally give that greedy cunt what it wants?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?”
He spanks me again, hard, and the pain only amps up my pleasure that feels right at the edge, about to tip over at any second.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls, as if he knows. “You’re my personal fuck toy, and I say when you come. Don’t you dare come without my say so.”
He brings the vibrator back to my clit at the same time he drips lube down my ass crack.
“You’re such a good girl. Because you’re a slut for me. But just for me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m a slut just for you,” I pant, my pussy clenching desperately. I’d give him anything, doesn’t he know that? Now more than ever.
“You’re mine,” he breathes out hard. “That’s it. That’s it,” he says as I start to spasm beneath him, rocking his hard cock back and forth against my little hole while he amps up the vibrator against my swollen clit.
“You’re so fuckin’ close, aren’t ye? Don’t you dare fucking come. Hold it. Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
A high-pitched squeal starts to tear from my throat at the pleasure I don’t think I can deny much longer.
“I want to feel your legs spasming like the filthy slut you are. Hold it. Are you there?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you now. Your little ass is squelching with how much it wants to be filled with me. You’re so goddamned empty and I’m gonna own you. Fuck, look at you quivering and moaning.”
“Yes, please, Sir!”
Then he leans over my back even as he amps the vibrator up more, pressing it up and into my pussy lips. “Next time, I wanna fuck you like this in public. In front of your friends. I want everyone to see what a filthy fuckin’ whore you are for me.”
I twist my head to look over my shoulder back into those dark, beast-lust-filled eyes of his.
“You love the fact that I’m the only one who knows what a dirty little slut you are. Now come.”
I make a strangled noise of need, every filthy word out of his mouth only driving me higher.
And I come as he continues a dirty-talking stream in my ear.
“That’s right, you fucking slut. Thaaaaaaat’s it.
You’re creaming all over your goddamned thighs.
This little ass was teasing me like this when you bent over the stove earlier—this is what you fucking wanted even then, wasn’t it? I said, fuckin’ come.”
I come harder.
And that’s when he thrusts his cock up my ass, while I’m already shuddering.
“That’s right, this ass loves when it’s full of Sir’s cock.
Yes. I fucking love the feel of you coming when I’ve got my cock shoved up inside you.
Good girl, coming so hard you’re dripping down your goddamn legs.
Fuck, I just want to spread these cheeks apart and—”
He grabs my ass to pull me open wider for him, thrusting in and out of me harder.
“Who do you come for?”
I still haven’t gotten my breath back, which earns me a spanking while he’s impaled up my ass, and then he thrusts the vibrator up my pussy, his fingers rubbing furiously at my clit
“You feel that fullness? You feel me everywhere?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, all but voiceless with the pleasure he’s just wrenched from my limbs.
“Fucking look at me.” He grabs my chin between his fingers.
“Your ass is mine. Give it to me,” he says in a low rasp, along with an animal growl as he fucks me.
“That’s right, good girl. Thaaaaaaaat’s it.
Give it to me, pet. Give it to me again.
Feel how wet you still are. I want you to come again.
But not ’til I say. Not ’til I fucking say. ”
I’m floating, my mind hazy with endorphins, my body singing with pain and pleasure as we slide against each other’s slick bodies.
It’s half incomprehensible that this is the same man I was snuggling so sweetly against during a romantic Ryan Gosling movie just a couple of hours ago, but somehow that makes it even hotter. These dichotomies live inside him, too.
But the next second, his demanding voice is back, and I’m lost again to him.
“Grind your fucking hips back against me. Who do you come for?”
“You, Sir.”
“That’s fucking right. But not yet.” His fingers let off my clit and I can’t help the whine that escapes my throat.
“Not yet,” he says as he works my ass even deeper, bumping up against the vibrator that’s only separated by the thinnest of walls inside my body.
And when his cock nudges the vibrator, it hits—
My whole body stills the moment before an orgasm sweeps in like another shocking tidal wave of pleasure.
Until Domhnall roughly spanks my pussy, both driving me higher and delaying what now feels deliciously inevitable but out of reach since his hands don’t come back to my clit.
“Please, Sir!” I beg.
“Oh, I like it when you beg.” He grunts. “You squeeze me so fucking good. That’s right. Arch your head back. Fuck, I can feel your juices running down my balls.” He grunts repeatedly this time like he’s about to lose his shit. “Oh my god you’re fucking dripping. You wanna come?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I beg, my entire body shaking with need, trembling on the edge.
“I’m so goddamn deep inside you. We’re gonna count to three, and you’re gonna come. Three. That’s it. That’s it. Fucking look me in the eye, my precious good girl. Two. Look at me. One.”
I look at him right as his face distorts, veins clear in his throat as he clenches his jaw, obviously fighting as hard as I have been to hold this orgasm at bay.
“Come for me, Mads,” he commands, his voice rough with exertion. He begins to strum wetly at my clit as he fucks me furiously.
The use of her name should jar me back to reality, should remind me of the game I’m playing, but I’m too far gone. I come with a scream, my body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me with such intensity that for a moment, I think I might actually pass out.
Domhnall follows me over the edge, his rhythm faltering as he spills inside me with a guttural groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his very soul.
We collapse together, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck. For long moments, we stay like that, joined, our breathing gradually slowing, our hearts finding a steadier rhythm.
Finally, he withdraws, both the vibrator and himself. I wince at the emptiness, at the soreness that’s already settling into my muscles. He unties my wrists with gentle hands, massaging the marks left by the ropes, pressing soft kisses to each wrist.
“You okay?” he asks, and there’s a tenderness in his voice now, a carefulness that hadn’t been there before.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. I’m more than okay.
I’m still here.
Still Anna.
I didn’t switch, and he didn’t exactly take it easy on me.
He pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me, protective and possessive at once. “You were amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “So responsive. So perfect.”
I should tell him now. I should confess that I’m not who he thinks I am. But I’m greedy for these moments of unguarded intimacy and for this side of him I’ve never been allowed to see.
So instead, I curl into him, letting my head rest on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I love you,” I whisper, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.
His arms tighten around me, and he presses another kiss to my hair. “I love you too, Mads,” he says, and though I know the name is wrong, the love in his voice is real.
That’s enough for now. Tomorrow, we’ll talk. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything—how I stayed present, how I didn’t switch, how this might be the beginning of real healing.
Tomorrow.
But for tonight, I’ll let myself have this—the afterglow, the closeness, the knowledge that I am whole and present in my own body, my own love story.
I am Anna, and I am finally, finally free.