11. Loved #2
Every stroke was bringing me closer to my release, not to the physical experience but to mental purification.
I cried out my suffering and humiliation.
I let go of the heavy feeling of being useless.
I had an image of my mother in front of my eyes when Bastian hit me with more force, and I was screaming my lungs out.
It was the pain that brought me peace, that freed my mind from all those horrible thoughts.
At the end of all of this, I couldn't do anything but sob into the mattress, trying to hold on to the one person who always made me smile, who cared for me, and who, even if he let me fall, would always catch me. I was his in every way possible .
While I was trying to recover from the last very intense experience, he released my wrists and helped me lie down.
He was kissing and licking my back, gently stroking my ass and inner thighs, then brushing my hair.
He was on me everywhere, nibbling my sensitive skin, grazing the marks which he left with his fingers, traveling up and down my arms, and chuckling when the goose bumps appeared.
He was taking care of every destroyed inch of my body so he could build me up again.
I was thriving under his hands, flourishing in his dominance.
It was unbelievable how good I felt after all of this.
"Do you want to talk?" he asked in a quiet, soft voice after who knew how many minutes of touching and caressing me.
I wriggled, only to feel that my muscles ached and my ass was on fire.
He didn't fool around with these last few sessions.
He was getting more intense and passionate about it.
It was just a matter of time before I would push him to the limit, and then I wouldn't be able to sit on my butt. And somehow, I was excited about it.
"I'm still plugged." I giggled, moving my arm up his thigh and to his erect cock, instantly craving him inside of me. "Are we going to continue?" I gave him a sideways glance, and seeing his beautiful, honest smile melted my heart.
"Only if you want to," he replied, leaning closer and smooching my cheek. I laughed when he licked me, and I tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than me. He had me under control in no time, spooning me from behind. His hard dick was poking me in my thigh.
"Did it help, princess?" he muttered into my ear, playing with my breast, kissing my shoulder, and moving up my neck. It was difficult to concentrate on an answer when he was spoiling me with his soft lips and playful fingers.
"You have no idea," I breathed, wriggling my butt against his groin, teasing him a little. "How did you know that I needed this?" I was curious about it. It couldn't be just a lucky guess. He would never have risked being wrong with me.
"I noticed that pain helps you to get off," he said, pausing for a moment and brushing his nose against my shoulder. It was like he was trying to find the proper words to explain it. And only when he found them, he continued .
"You're succumbing to the sensation of losing control.
You're enjoying it. You're frequently asking for it and provoking me to force you to submit.
" He hugged me tightly, resting his firm muscular chest against my back as if to shelter me from everything around us.
"So, in order to cleanse your mind, you needed to feel intense pain.
" His hot breath fanned my neck, and I took his hand, entwining our fingers under my breasts.
"Thank you, sir," I whispered, closing my eyes, relishing our closeness.
"You're very welcome, my love," he murmured, and my heart skipped a few beats in a row. Did he just call me "my love"?
I didn't have time to muse about his words because his hand traveled down my hip, and he slightly lifted my leg, entering my body from behind.
He moved slowly in a leisurely rhythm, holding me firmly while building my orgasm.
His fingers were playing with my nipples, his mouth was kissing my neck, and all I was able to do was moan softly and gently scratch the back of his neck with my fingernails when he rested his chin on my shoulder for a moment.
I loved the sound of his quickened breathing in my ear. When he was whispering to me how amazing my tight hole was and how good it felt to be buried inside me, I couldn't get enough of him and his dirty talk in combination with his affectionate touches. It was a perfect mixture for my climax.
The strong release that he provided for me was magnificent.
He blew my mind into the stratosphere, and my exhausted, trembling body gave up in his arms. I almost fainted, feeling the strong pulsating not only in my pussy but in my ass, too.
Well, I always wanted to be fucked with a butt plug in, and I could confirm that it was a whole new experience.
I was absolutely drained of my strength, but I opened my eyes and noticed Bastian typing something on his phone.
"Everything okay?" I asked, slowly turning around. My mind was tired, but I knew he had to leave and wasn't on his way, only because of me. In my chest, I felt a stab of guilt. I didn't want to take him away from his family.
"Yes, Andreas will handle it," he replied, putting his phone away. "Take some rest, baby girl. We have a busy day in front of us. "
I didn't question him more. I trusted that he knew what he was doing. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, and soon, my mind drifted to sleep. But just before I surrendered to the darkness, one pleasant thought appeared out of nowhere, making me smile.
I was loved.