Epilogue Lindsey #3
“I can feel it thrusting and buzzing,” he comments, emphasizing his point by rubbing his fingers against the barrier between my ass and pussy. “You want me to fuck you while this toy fucks your ass, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Hmm.” He thrusts his fingers deeper. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I think my good wife deserves a reward for her submission.”
“Please,” I whimper.
Dane’s fingers leave my fluttering pussy, and the bed shifts beneath me.
I only have a moment to miss his touch before one of his large hands grips my waist, and I feel the broad head of his cock at my entrance.
He toys with me, sliding it up and down my slit, lubricating himself with my wetness.
I’m about to plead, to beg, to say I’ll do anything for more when he finally has mercy on me.
In one thrust, Dane sheaths his cock inside me, the force of his hips pressing my forehead into the mattress and my chest down so my hard nipples rub against the blanket.
“Goddamn, baby.” He pulls out then thrusts back in. “This cunt was made to be mine.”
I lose all ability to speak at the feeling of his dick inside me along with the plug thrusting and vibrating in my ass. It’s so much, almost too much, but it feels good, and I’m so full. And I know it feels good for Dane, too.
When I adjust, I grip the sheet and whimper, wanting more. I push my butt back against him, and he responds by gently slapping it. The combination of the new sting atop his earlier punishment makes me scream.
“That’s it, let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“Sir!” I cry as he thrusts harder, both of his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him, giving me the deep sensation I wanted.
He knows I like when he’s rough, when I can feel him in my throat and I’m sore for days.
He knows I need to feel him now more than ever, that I want to be reminded that I’m his.
“What do you need?”
“Harder,” I moan.
He growls and leans forward, his cock penetrating even deeper. He alternates between short, hard thrusts and longer strokes, driving me crazy.
“God, the vibrations,” he moans. “Feels so good.”
His hips slap against my ass, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Up on your hands,” he barks.
I’m nearly too far gone to listen to his command, but somehow, I manage.
Once there’s space between me and the bed, Dane wraps his strong arm under me and pulls me up.
I let out a noise of surprise as he holds me to his chest, forearm banded around my breasts so I’m secure.
He kisses the skin of my neck above my collar, his breath short against my cheek from exertion.
The new position makes my pussy tighter, and I have to clench my ass to keep the toy from falling out.
“Perfect,” he mutters against my ear. He moves his hand to my throat, squeezing it just enough to cut off a bit of air but so I can still speak.
Thrust. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
Thrust. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”
“Yes.”
Dane laughs. “I doubt it.”
I smile, because he’s right. But my husband loves my bratty side, even when it annoys him.
He nips at my earlobe and punches his hips up before he moves the hand on my waist to my clit. I cry out, and he grips my throat harder, pressing my collar into my skin.
“I’m gonna come, baby. Come with me.”
He circles my clit continually. The pressure in my lower belly pulls tight like a bowstring, and my eyes prickle with tears at the intensity of all the sensations.
“Come,” Sir growls.
My body submits, and I fall apart. My pussy clenches around his cock, and Dane’s thrusts turn shallow, though his grip on my body remains strong and steady. I feel him coming before I register his own groans of pleasure, his cum warming my insides and filling me up like I love.
For what feels like forever, I float and fall, basking in the feeling of being held, being loved, being owned by a man like Dane. My Dom. My Sir. My husband.
When his cock is spent and my aftershocks have subsided, I realize that Dane clicked off the plug at some point. He holds me to him, catching his breath, before he kisses my cheek and gently lowers me down to the bed, making sure I’m okay.
When he tries to leave to get some water and a cloth to clean me up, I stop him, wanting him to hold me longer. He gives me what I want and holds me closer.
With his dick still inside me and the plug filling me up, I revel in the feeling of it all. Dane grips me around the waist, tangling his legs with mine until there’s no telling where I end and he begins.
I lift my chin to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft with what I can only call awe, and his skin is flushed and sweaty.
I don’t need to ask him to kiss me; he already knows it’s what I want.
Our lips meet in a lazy and slow dance, one filled with all the promises we’ve made to each other in the time we’ve been together, both when he first collared me and again when we married and graduated to a permanent collar.
To guide, protect, and love.
“I love you, Lindsey,” he echoes my thought as we pull apart.
“I love you, too, Dane.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, his eyes reverent as he says, “Rest; I’ll take care of you.”
You already do.