Chapter Five #2
“Please, Sir...” I beg, not even knowing what I’m pleading for.
“Please what? Use your words, Sarah.” His voice is a dark rumble against my throat.
“I ... I need...” I struggle to form a coherent thought, my mind consumed by the building pressure low in my core.
His hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my swollen clit. He rubs in tight circles and I nearly scream, my body bowing up to meet his touch. It’s too much, too intense, but I crave it with every fiber of my being.
“One more, sweet Sarah. Give me one more and I’ll fill this greedy pussy with my cum. Would you like that?”
“God, yes! Please, Sir, I’ll do anything!” I babble desperately.
He growls approvingly and picks up his pace, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes, each one hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. His fingers work magic on my clit, applying the perfect pressure to send me hurtling toward the edge.
“Now, Sarah. Come for me now!” he commands, his voice fierce with need.
I shatter instantly, my orgasm crashing over me like a tsunami. I’m dimly aware that I’m screaming his name, my voice raw and hoarse. Waves of pleasure roll through me, seeming to go on forever as he pounds into me relentlessly.
Just as I start to come down, I feel him tense above me. His thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm as he chases his own release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he fills the condom with his hot seed.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us gasping for air, hearts racing in tandem.
Slowly, he pulls out and disposes of the condom before kneeling next to me on the bed.
He reaches up and gently unties my wrists, rubbing them to soothe any marks from the tie where I’ve pulled and pulled to get free.
Then he gathers me into his arms like I weigh nothing and lifts me up. In that moment something in me shatters. Between the orgasm, his safe and controlled presence, and now his gentle yet authoritative care, I let go of myself completely. Just blank my mind until all I can do is feel.
He carries me into the bathroom where there is already a bathtub filled with lightly steaming water. I can’t help but laugh. “When did you run that?”
He nods to a screen on the wall as he gently sets me in the tub. “It’s on a timer.”
The water is warm but not too hot and I feel it soothe the tension away immediately as lavender drifts up. He gently gathers a washcloth and small travel-size soap he carefully opens, then proceeds to clean me with such gentle devotion I can’t say a word through the entire process.
He rinses the soap from my skin with such care, his strong hands gliding over my body reverently. I feel cherished, treasured in a way I never have before. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the tenderness of it all.
When I’m clean, he helps me stand on shaky legs and wraps me in the fluffiest towel I’ve ever felt. He takes another and gently pats the water from my hair before guiding me back to the bedroom. I’m in a daze, my mind blissfully blank as I let him take complete control.
He sits me on the edge of the bed and kneels to dry my feet and legs with patient attentiveness. Then he stands and drops the towel, leaving me bare before him once more. But there’s no heat in his gaze now, only a soft warmth that makes my heart flutter.
“Lie back, sweet Sarah,” he murmurs, easing me down onto the cool sheets. “Let me get you some cold water.”
I comply without hesitation, my trust in him absolute.
He joins me, watches while I gulp down some water and set the bottle on the bedside table, then he pulls my pliant body into his strong arms until we’re spooning, my back flush against his solid chest. I can feel his steady heartbeat against his chest, his warmth enveloping me.
His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, soothing and grounding me in this perfect moment.
“How do you feel?” he asks softly, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
I take a moment to assess, to fully inhabit my body again after being so thoroughly taken apart. “Amazing,” I breathe. “Like I’m floating. Safe. Cherished.”
I can feel his smile against my hair. “You are cherished, Sarah. And you were such a good girl for me tonight. I’m so proud of you.”
His praise washes over me, making me feel warm and tingly all over. I nestle back against him, craving his touch, his closeness. I don’t ever want to leave this bubble of blissful afterglow.
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur, my eyes growing heavy. The intensity of our session has left me sated and sleepy. “For everything.”
“Shhh, rest now, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” He tucks the blankets snugly around us and I let myself drift, safe in his embrace.
As I hover on the edge of sleep, my mind keeps replaying the intense, passionate moments with him. I can still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the way he took me to heights I never knew existed. My body aches deliciously, well-used and sated in a way I’ve never experienced before.
As his breathing evens out behind me, I know he’s drifted off. But sleep eludes me as my thoughts race. What happens now? Was this just a one-time thing or could there possibly be more between us? I’m afraid to hope, to want more than just this stolen night of bliss.
My heart already feels dangerously attached to this man who has shown me pleasure beyond my wildest imaginings and then cared for me with such tender devotion after. I know I could easily fall for him, could happily submit to him and give him everything if he asked.
But no, he can’t. He won’t. This has to be an aftereffect of the scene we shared. I drift slowly, willing myself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a normal day, but I’ll never be normal again.