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both love and desire down through my body and I rubbed my ass against the front of him and told him to fuck me, to fuck me deep and hard and make me come.
It took him only a moment to undo himself, and then he was pressing his weight insistently against my back once more and lazily sliding his already bone-hard erection up tight against me, between my legs, through the slippery arousal that was both his and mine. I murmured a few words of command through the haze of lust consuming both of us, and Robert grunted a response this time—all he could manage—and reached for my hair with his free hand, snagged it. He tugged it, and the spike of commingled pleasure and plain made me groan in response.
“I love you, Margo,” he whispered low in my ear so only I could hear, and then his hand at my hip held me tight and he plunged his cock home, impaling me so deeply my fingernails sank deep into the cushions of the kline and I yelped like an alley cat in heat and my entire body trembled from top to bottom. He bit my ear, took my earring in his mouth, tugging gently upon it as he anchored himself and began pounding me. His one hand held my hair while the other found my swollen clit, pinched it. He pounded me hard, stretching me wide open for his entry, claiming that space inside me, filling me almost to the end of me before pulling out and then repeating the action. He pounded high up inside of me, going almost all the way to my cervix, and each time he claimed me, I felt a little more of my heart going into him, melting for him, becoming a part of him.
“I love you too, Robert,” I told him just as he yanked my head back by the hair so I hissed between my teeth. He held me absolutely still like a statue, flooding me with his seed. Finished, he pulled out and I climbed onto the cushions of the kline while Robert straddled my lap, his tired cock sandwiched between us. I thought how funny we must look and we spent some time just laughing and touching and kissing while the Society applauded our performance.
“Do you mean that?” I said softly against his mouth. I couldn’t seem to stop kissing him.
“More than anything, Margo,” he said, cradling me against him, touching my hair, and for the first time in my life I felt really safe, protected. Like nothing could ever hurt me. “But there is one thing I would like to ask.”
“Yes, of course. Anything!” I told him, still riding our wave of euphoria.
He went to one knee the way a courtier should and reached for a ring box in his tuxedo pocket. I felt my heart catch as he opened it for me to see. It was a beautiful ring, set with a moonstone, traditionally a wedding gift that the Romans and ancient Greeks offered their most beloved. “Will milady let me protect and service her both as her courtier and her husband for the rest of my life?”
I felt my eyes fill with tears. I felt them close up my throat, steal my voice.
“May I take that as a yes?” Robert asked, a wry twinkle in his eyes.
I extended my hand and he set the ring on my fingers. Then he kissed it to the roaring applause of the whole Society.
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About the Author
Eden Myles lives in the rural northeast with her family and two demanding cats. She is a vixen with a laptop and the head whip-cracker at Courtesan Press. To see all of her titles, visit http://courtesanpress.wordpress.com .
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Bonus Story
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
by Jay Ellison
“Fuck, yeah, that feels so good,” Devon said. He ran both wet hands down Malcolm’s back, massaging the slick, strong muscles there and grunting as Malcolm wrecked yet another upward thrust deep inside his body. Shower water beat against Malcolm’s back, creating a shimmering veil of droplets that caught Devon in the face each time Malcolm’s powerful thrusts forced Devon’s back up the slick, tiled wall of their walk-in shower.
Malcolm nipped the front of his throat. “Like that, my pet?” he growled familiarly and pressed his smile into the side
It took him only a moment to undo himself, and then he was pressing his weight insistently against my back once more and lazily sliding his already bone-hard erection up tight against me, between my legs, through the slippery arousal that was both his and mine. I murmured a few words of command through the haze of lust consuming both of us, and Robert grunted a response this time—all he could manage—and reached for my hair with his free hand, snagged it. He tugged it, and the spike of commingled pleasure and plain made me groan in response.
“I love you, Margo,” he whispered low in my ear so only I could hear, and then his hand at my hip held me tight and he plunged his cock home, impaling me so deeply my fingernails sank deep into the cushions of the kline and I yelped like an alley cat in heat and my entire body trembled from top to bottom. He bit my ear, took my earring in his mouth, tugging gently upon it as he anchored himself and began pounding me. His one hand held my hair while the other found my swollen clit, pinched it. He pounded me hard, stretching me wide open for his entry, claiming that space inside me, filling me almost to the end of me before pulling out and then repeating the action. He pounded high up inside of me, going almost all the way to my cervix, and each time he claimed me, I felt a little more of my heart going into him, melting for him, becoming a part of him.
“I love you too, Robert,” I told him just as he yanked my head back by the hair so I hissed between my teeth. He held me absolutely still like a statue, flooding me with his seed. Finished, he pulled out and I climbed onto the cushions of the kline while Robert straddled my lap, his tired cock sandwiched between us. I thought how funny we must look and we spent some time just laughing and touching and kissing while the Society applauded our performance.
“Do you mean that?” I said softly against his mouth. I couldn’t seem to stop kissing him.
“More than anything, Margo,” he said, cradling me against him, touching my hair, and for the first time in my life I felt really safe, protected. Like nothing could ever hurt me. “But there is one thing I would like to ask.”
“Yes, of course. Anything!” I told him, still riding our wave of euphoria.
He went to one knee the way a courtier should and reached for a ring box in his tuxedo pocket. I felt my heart catch as he opened it for me to see. It was a beautiful ring, set with a moonstone, traditionally a wedding gift that the Romans and ancient Greeks offered their most beloved. “Will milady let me protect and service her both as her courtier and her husband for the rest of my life?”
I felt my eyes fill with tears. I felt them close up my throat, steal my voice.
“May I take that as a yes?” Robert asked, a wry twinkle in his eyes.
I extended my hand and he set the ring on my fingers. Then he kissed it to the roaring applause of the whole Society.
***
About the Author
Eden Myles lives in the rural northeast with her family and two demanding cats. She is a vixen with a laptop and the head whip-cracker at Courtesan Press. To see all of her titles, visit http://courtesanpress.wordpress.com .
***
Bonus Story
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
by Jay Ellison
“Fuck, yeah, that feels so good,” Devon said. He ran both wet hands down Malcolm’s back, massaging the slick, strong muscles there and grunting as Malcolm wrecked yet another upward thrust deep inside his body. Shower water beat against Malcolm’s back, creating a shimmering veil of droplets that caught Devon in the face each time Malcolm’s powerful thrusts forced Devon’s back up the slick, tiled wall of their walk-in shower.
Malcolm nipped the front of his throat. “Like that, my pet?” he growled familiarly and pressed his smile into the side
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