Desire
Pulling up my pants, I look down at her.
She’s sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily and unevenly.
Her chest heaves as my cum slowly drips down the inside of her thighs.
Her pupils are so dilated that her irises are almost invisible.
A thin strand of saliva stretches from her mouth.
The massive adrenaline rush from terror amplified her orgasm a hundredfold, temporarily burning out her nervous system.
I squat beside her, palming the curves of her body, squeezing her bare breast. Finding the clasp, I rip the gray collar off and toss it aside.
“No one will ever dare put that trash on you again, my princess,” I murmur.
I grab the gold choker from my pocket, wrap the leather strap around her neck, and fasten the buckle against her skin with a soft click. Aurora curls into a ball, pulling her knees to her chest.
I scoop her limp body into my arms. She’s emotionally drained. I carry her from the terrace to the bedroom and lower her onto the wide bed.
“Where are we?” she mumbles, barely able to form words. There’s no fear or interest in her hazy gaze as it drifts over the walls.
“My place,” I answer.
I bring the blanket up over her, hiding the gold choker beneath it, then lean down and leave a kiss on her damp forehead.
I straighten and silently watch her breathing calm. The lines from the psychotherapist’s reports about her fantasy surface in my memory.
“Next time, we’ll do it at your favorite amusement park, Princess,” I quietly promise the sleeping girl.