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kindness.
He was everything her family wasn’t. Maybe he could love her better than them too.
The revelation dizzied her, but before she could spiral off into panic his palm cracked across her ass and echoed through the empty room. She jolted against the horse, the metal rings in her cuffs ringing against her handholds. His hand came down again and again, each time stripping off a layer of thought and worry until only the soul of her was left. Even the small air currents from his movements seared her tender skin and cauterized her mind.
She’d lost all sense of time, only knowing her arms ached from gripping the handles and she was wet, eager for him to lay final claim to her body. Not that he hadn’t fucked her before, but this night was different. Whether that conclusion was borne of sound logic or subspace distortion she couldn’t tell.
Then, blissfully, she heard the rasp of a zipper, the soft whish of clothing. A gentle tug at her collar had her standing up from the spanking horse, albeit a bit wobbly on her wedges. Keilor hauled her against his strong chest, letting her regain balance for a moment, before he led her to a gym mat laid under the skylight. A soft blue blanket covered almost the whole surface. Keilor laid her down, running his fingers up and down her body.
She writhed under his attention, arching her back in a silent plea. She needed his touch on her tight nipples, on her swollen clit, or she’d go crazy. She wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t disobey his order for silence, but did she ever plea with her body.
Then, finally, when she was as primed as a wind-up car, his mouth closed around one breast, his tongue flickering over her needy peak. He kissed down her body right to the heart of her, biting down on the soft flesh where her leg and hip joined. She jerked against him, the sharp pain a stark contrast to the dull throb of arousal. Frantic hands stripped the panties from her body. When his lips finally closed around her clit and sucked, she almost cried in relief. Her blood raced, pounding like wild horses through her veins until, when he eased two fingers inside her waiting sheath, stars danced across her vision.
“Please, Sir!” She tried to bite back her words, but it was too late. She hunched her shoulders, not wanting to see his disappointment.
Instead, he laughed—low and ominous. “You held out longer than I predicted. Good girl.” His body moved over hers, blocking out the edge of the moon that peeked through the skylight. In one sharp thrust, he entered her, filling her and stretching her tissues to the point of glorious pleasure-pain.
“Sir!” Her moan filled the whole play space and echoed off the walls. She hurtled toward orgasm, her pussy clenching around Keilor every time he hit all the good spots inside her. Her fingers tangled through her hair, needing something solid to grip. He shifted, pulling at her hands until they lay against the mat above her head. Pressing against them with one big hand, he effectively bound her down.
A moment of sheer panic swamped all rational thought, interrupted only by Keilor’s low rumble. “So beautiful, so perfect. Mine.” His hips resumed their rhythm, sharp pleasure clearing away the cobwebs of fear. She pulled against his hand and found her wrists solidly pinned to the mat.
Her womb twitched and she could feel her nipples swell. It shouldn’t turn her on, being helpless. But as he kept up his litany of praises, loving her with his body, she realized she wasn’t helpless. She had her safewords, and she knew Keilor would die before not honoring them.
Power surged through her and she crested up on it, reaching for that blissful release Keilor had been building in her all night.
“You’re not allowed to come without permission,” he breathed against her neck before nibbling at the upper swell of her breast.
No! She was so close and his biting only edged her nearer to orgasm. She panicked, mewling at her predicament.
“Just a
He was everything her family wasn’t. Maybe he could love her better than them too.
The revelation dizzied her, but before she could spiral off into panic his palm cracked across her ass and echoed through the empty room. She jolted against the horse, the metal rings in her cuffs ringing against her handholds. His hand came down again and again, each time stripping off a layer of thought and worry until only the soul of her was left. Even the small air currents from his movements seared her tender skin and cauterized her mind.
She’d lost all sense of time, only knowing her arms ached from gripping the handles and she was wet, eager for him to lay final claim to her body. Not that he hadn’t fucked her before, but this night was different. Whether that conclusion was borne of sound logic or subspace distortion she couldn’t tell.
Then, blissfully, she heard the rasp of a zipper, the soft whish of clothing. A gentle tug at her collar had her standing up from the spanking horse, albeit a bit wobbly on her wedges. Keilor hauled her against his strong chest, letting her regain balance for a moment, before he led her to a gym mat laid under the skylight. A soft blue blanket covered almost the whole surface. Keilor laid her down, running his fingers up and down her body.
She writhed under his attention, arching her back in a silent plea. She needed his touch on her tight nipples, on her swollen clit, or she’d go crazy. She wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t disobey his order for silence, but did she ever plea with her body.
Then, finally, when she was as primed as a wind-up car, his mouth closed around one breast, his tongue flickering over her needy peak. He kissed down her body right to the heart of her, biting down on the soft flesh where her leg and hip joined. She jerked against him, the sharp pain a stark contrast to the dull throb of arousal. Frantic hands stripped the panties from her body. When his lips finally closed around her clit and sucked, she almost cried in relief. Her blood raced, pounding like wild horses through her veins until, when he eased two fingers inside her waiting sheath, stars danced across her vision.
“Please, Sir!” She tried to bite back her words, but it was too late. She hunched her shoulders, not wanting to see his disappointment.
Instead, he laughed—low and ominous. “You held out longer than I predicted. Good girl.” His body moved over hers, blocking out the edge of the moon that peeked through the skylight. In one sharp thrust, he entered her, filling her and stretching her tissues to the point of glorious pleasure-pain.
“Sir!” Her moan filled the whole play space and echoed off the walls. She hurtled toward orgasm, her pussy clenching around Keilor every time he hit all the good spots inside her. Her fingers tangled through her hair, needing something solid to grip. He shifted, pulling at her hands until they lay against the mat above her head. Pressing against them with one big hand, he effectively bound her down.
A moment of sheer panic swamped all rational thought, interrupted only by Keilor’s low rumble. “So beautiful, so perfect. Mine.” His hips resumed their rhythm, sharp pleasure clearing away the cobwebs of fear. She pulled against his hand and found her wrists solidly pinned to the mat.
Her womb twitched and she could feel her nipples swell. It shouldn’t turn her on, being helpless. But as he kept up his litany of praises, loving her with his body, she realized she wasn’t helpless. She had her safewords, and she knew Keilor would die before not honoring them.
Power surged through her and she crested up on it, reaching for that blissful release Keilor had been building in her all night.
“You’re not allowed to come without permission,” he breathed against her neck before nibbling at the upper swell of her breast.
No! She was so close and his biting only edged her nearer to orgasm. She panicked, mewling at her predicament.
“Just a
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