Page 65 of Rough Ride

Crysta was barely holding on, and the power that surged through him almost had him losing control. He didn’t though. He gritted his teeth as his cock twitched, his balls almost aching. He wanted her now, wanted to see her come. But…he wanted to push her again to another peak. He looked down at her pussy, then up at the mirror.

“I bet you want to come, don’t ya?” Even he heard the way his voice had deepened.

“Yes, Eli.”

“Oh, but love, I want to give it to you.”

He pulled the vibrator out and set it on the counter. Then, he picked up the condom and opened it. Part of him wanted that pretty little mouth on his cock, but he wanted inside her more than anything else in the world. Eli had been honest earlier that night. He always seemed to be barely hanging onto his control every time he was with her.

Once he had the condom on, he urged her legs apart further. Holding her steady with one hand, he took his cock in his other and positioned it at her dripping passage. Then, as he entered her, he watched her gaze in the mirror. Her eyes started to flutter closed but he stopped her.

“Do not close your eyes, Crysta. Watch me.”

She snapped her eyelids up and did as he commanded. Just that had him biting back a groan. Seeing a sub do just as he ordered was one of his biggest turn ons. Seeing Crysta do it was like heaven on earth. A shudder of heat ran through his body as he slowly thrust into her. Because she had the plug in her ass, she was tighter than before. It took a moment or two until he was fully seated in her pussy. Little ripples tugged on his cock and he realized it was her. She was so fucking close she was barely hanging on. Then, he started to move. He held onto her hips with his hands as he continued to thrust. Over and over, he moved within her. All the while, she kept her gaze locked with his. The scent of their arousal, the sound of skin slapping against skin, filled the bathroom. As he felt his orgasm approaching, he continued on.

“Now, Crysta, come now.”

Her eyes drifted shut then. As she moaned, she let loose the orgasm she had been holding onto until that moment. Those muscles clamped down hard on his cock as she came. It was probably one of the most beautifully erotic things he had seen. The women held nothing back. It propelled him into his own orgasm. It burst through him.

After a few moments, he pulled out of her, and almost collapsed on her. He straightened, pulling her upright with him. Turning her to face him, he cupped her face and kissed her.

“Thank you, love.”

She smiled. “Anytime, Eli. And believe me, I mean anytime.”

He felt his lips curving and his heart tripped over and fell down. Each time they were together he felt himself fall a little bit more under her spell.

But at the moment, he couldn’t remember why it was a bad thing.

“How about a soak in that glorious tub of yours?” she asked, slipping her hands over his shoulders.

“Sounds excellent.”

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Crysta leaned back against Eli’s chest and was thankful for the long hot soak. It had been awhile since she’d played, well over a year. Sex was one thing, but play always seemed to up the ante on her body. She felt used, but in a good way. As if there were parts of her body coming back alive after a long dormant period.

“So, you want to tell me where you got those marks on your back?”

He stilled, then continued to soap a rag. “I hadn’t realized you saw them.”

“I did before, but since we’re together like this, I felt I should ask.”

There were a few seconds of silence again. “Explain.”

“Before, we had said it would be one night. That’s it. Now, we’ve agreed to play, and it sort of makes it my business.”

She couldn’t see him nod, but she sensed it. And she knew she wasn’t being truthful. She didn’t always probe into the lives of her Doms. She wasn’t a woman who went to a club and found a Dom for a night. Still, she did understand privacy. There was something telling her, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it was important this time.

“Sit up.”

She did and was rewarded with a soapy washcloth on her back. Oh, mama, the man had talented hands. She sighed as she felt any tension—and he had already worked most that out of her system—drained from her body.

“The marks are from a bullwhip a long time ago.”

“A bullwhip?” she asked. She had a whip used on her once. Just once.

“You’ve never done that?” he asked softly.

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