Page 70 of Moonlit Thorns

“Ah, yes, sir.”

I glance down between us and harden even further at the evidence of her arousal coating my cock. This woman has me so twisted up inside. It’s invigorating and frustrating all at once, and I take it out on her body as I set a punishing pace, not easing up in the least. She takes it all with no complaint, watching in the mirror.

It’s impossible not to look down again and watch her pussy stretch around my girth. The feeling of ownership that I have over her when I’m inside her is concerning, but I can’t stop. I can’t. Anabelle is as necessary as air to me now.

Knowing I can’t hold out much longer, I bring both hands around her body and unclip the nipple clamps. Now that the blood is rushing back into them, I twist her nipples between my thumbs and fingers.

Her back arches, and she cries out in pleasure. I keep it up, wanting her to experience as much pleasure as possible because she’s close. When I twist a little harder, I feel the first flutter of her womb around my cock. Then her back arches even more, and she’s unable to keep her eyes open any longer, closing them as she comes.

Her pussy tries to milk my cock, vibrating around it, and I’m done for. After a few more thrusts, I pull out, fisting the base. I jerk my cock until her lower back and ass is coated in my cum. And then, because she makes me feel proprietary as fuck, I wipe it into her skin as though in doing so, I’m claiming her as mine.

Leaning in, I pull her hair off to one side and kiss the top of her spine, savoring the taste of her skin. “Are you okay?” I murmur against her heated skin.

She nods. “Yeah. That was… intense.”

I raise my head and grin at her in the mirror. “That’s a yes to nipple clamps then.”

Anabelle has the gall to look embarrassed, which is ridiculous after all we’ve done.

I help her up off the counter and turn her to face me. “Come on, let’s have a shower.”

Then I kiss the corner of her brow and take her hand, leading her to the walk-in shower that could easily fit fifteen people. Once the water is up to temperature, I pull her in under the spray. She moans when the warm water hits her skin, and my dick twitches, ready for another round. But her pussy must be sore after that pounding, so it’ll just have to calm the fuck down.

Reaching for the shampoo, I tell her, “Turn around.”

Even though we’re done playing, she does as I say, ever obedient when it comes to me. I squirt some shampoo in my hand and lather it in her hair, rubbing her scalp and making sure I get it all the way down the length of her hair.

She looks at me over her shoulder. “I’m going to smell like you now.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”

She shakes her head. “I like the way you smell.”

Anabelle says the sweetest, most innocent things sometimes. She’s too honest for her own good. It’s going to get her in trouble or put her at risk someday.

“Rinse out now.”

She goes back under the spray until the water runs clear around our feet. I repeat the exercise with conditioner, finger combing it through.

“Thank you for sharing everything you did with me.” Her voice is quieter than normal, as though she’s hoping maybe I can’t hear her, but she can’t go without telling me because it means a lot to her.

I still for a beat, pausing before I resume combing through her hair. “I’ve never spoken to anyone about it. Even my brothers and I rarely speak of what happened growing up.”

There’s really no explanation for why I told Anabelle, other than it felt like the right thing to do. I trust her, I suppose.

“Do you think that’s healthy? Maybe you guys should discuss it more. Bring it into the light rather than letting it fester in the shadows. Perhaps it would help you guys heal.”

I don’t think there is any healing from what we went through, but I don’t tell Anabelle that. I don’t ever want her to know how dark the world can be. She may not have had a perfect life, but she’s untarnished compared to me.

“Perhaps,” is all I say on that subject. “How do you feel about playing hooky today?”

She spins around to face me. “Really?”

I chuckle. “Really. I know the boss and can probably swing it.”

She smiles wide. Just the reaction I was looking for. “What would we do?”

“Have you ever been horseback riding?”

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