Chapter 32 Steele
THIRTY-TWO
STEELE
Sydney stifles a smile, pivoting her body away from my face.
A quiet gasp leaves her lips when my cock comes into view, already almost fully erect, just from kissing her.
To be honest, it started to harden the moment she freed me from the cage, my body and heart not really on the same page as I tried to explain why I had to stop her.
Up until now, I’ve been into every single thing we’ve done, whether I was dominant or submissive.
Even being in chastity, where I was aching and unable to do anything about it, was amazing.
Sydney riding the dildo on my gag was the hottest experience of my life…
until she came, and all I could see was utter darkness.
I felt disconnected, despite the amount of trust it took for us both to even be there in the first place.
Now I know that blindfolds are a hard limit.
I don’t want anything to prevent me from witnessing how beautiful she is when she falls apart.
Seemingly satisfied by what she sees, she hops off the bed, her plump ass swaying as she retrieves my jewelry from the dresser.
My cock twitches at the sight, desperate and aching to be buried deep inside her.
She makes quick work of feeding the barbells through my skin and screwing each ball on tightly before moving to the next.
I expect her to crawl up my body when she’s finished, caught completely off guard as she dips down and runs her warm, wet tongue up my ladder.
“Shit, baby,” I rasp. “That feels so fucking good.” She hums in response, taking my head between her lips and slowly bobbing down until it touches the back of her throat.
Her eyes water, but she never takes them off mine as she makes love to me with her mouth.
She kisses and licks, causing the embers of my release to burn deep within my core.
The way she knows what I need in a way that no one else ever could is nothing short of perfection.
“Syd,” I rasp when my balls begin to draw tight, not wanting to come like this. “Baby, I need to fuck you. Please sit on it.”
She moans, making out with my cock for another few seconds before finally surrendering.
Climbing up the mattress, she straddles my hips, bending forward for a kiss as her hand sneaks between us.
Our tongues dance with one another, and I feed her a satisfied moan when she positions my tip at her entrance and slowly sinks down.
“Steele,” she whines against my lips, pulling back just enough for our gazes to connect as she takes every inch. Her walls hug me tightly, reminding me once again that her body was fucking made to take me. This connection was designed by fate—there’s no other way to explain it.
“What, baby?” I ask, my fingertips burning into the flesh of her waist as she rides.
It’s too much and not enough all at once, consuming every part of me like she always does.
“I’m right here. Tell me what you need.” My stare roves down her body, locking onto where we’re joined.
Her pussy stretches around my length, her pierced clit harder and more swollen with every lift of her hips.
But I don’t get to enjoy it for long before her hand threads into my hair and yanks me back up.
“Don’t look away,” she orders, demanding my eyes.
Her baby blues are glazed over with desire, her mouth hanging open as her pants and moans grow louder and heavier.
I can feel her inner muscles fluttering around me, and suddenly, I can’t think of anything I want more than to feel her flood my cock with her cum.
Never breaking eye contact, I band an arm around her waist and roll us so I’m on top.
As soon as her head hits the pillow, she melts, letting me take control as I drive forward and grind my pelvis against her aching bundle of nerves.
The move earns me a desperate whine, the sound like a jolt of electricity straight to my dick as my orgasm speeds toward me like a freight train.
“You’re making me so fucking hot with that tight little cunt,” I grit out. “I can’t wait to fill you all the way up, but I need you to come first. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
She nods frantically, brows pulling tight as she traps her lower lip between her teeth.
I can tell she’s close by the way her ass lifts off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust in an attempt to find her release.
I curl a hand around her thigh, lifting it over my hip and spreading her wide as I take over, hammering into her relentlessly.
Her fists grip the sheets, the sound of her arousal and skin colliding into skin filling the air around us.
It’s fucking beautiful, two bodies moving together flawlessly as the rest of the world fades into nothing.
The apocalypse could happen right outside our window, and we probably wouldn’t even notice with how lost we are in this moment.
“Atta girl, Sydney. It’s right there. I can feel it.
Give it to me,” I growl, my vision blurring as I approach the point of no return.
My cock twitches, growing harder than it’s ever been and fighting for space inside her while she closes in around it.
All it takes is one last, filthy kiss to have her arching into me, a loud cry echoing off my tongue as she finally explodes.
Her violent, rippling orgasm triggers mine, ropes of cum painting her walls in long, hot spurts until she’s so full that it pushes out between us.
I slow my thrusts, enjoying the subtle aftershocks as we ride out what’s left of our climaxes.
Her muscles unwind, her body softening underneath me as I trail gentle kisses down her neck and shoulder.
My skin buzzes with satisfaction, and I smile against her heated flesh, a fullness like I’ve never known blooming in my chest.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper, sucking gently at the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
A happy sigh falls from her lips, her soft hands ghosting up my sides and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I could stay just like this—inside her perfect body that’s full of my cum—for hours, showering her with all the kisses and praise she deserves.
Although I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before one of us was cuffed to the bedposts, probably screaming for more pain to go with our pleasure.
It’s who we are, and I love every twisted bit of it.
“Can I give you aftercare?” she asks, her voice quiet and tired.
I raise a brow, a boyish grin playing at my lips. “Why? Because you get to boss me into eating and drinking?”
“No,” she replies, rolling her eyes playfully. “I like to hold you. Plus, I was technically in charge, and you used your non-verbal safe word. What kind of domme would I be if I didn’t take care of you tonight?”
She’s right, although I only stopped her because I couldn’t go another second without looking at her.
But I did it, nonetheless, and I don’t regret setting that limit for the future.
It’s not like being held by her is a hardship.
In fact, that might be my favorite part of being dominated by Sydney—all the affection I can handle from my favorite girl in the world.
“Alright, Mistress,” I say, rolling us back over. “You win.”
But I’m the biggest winner of all, because Sydney Grant is mine.