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“Lydia.” My eyes snap to his. “You can come. I gave you permission.”

I sniff hard. “I… I can’t.”

“Of course you can,” he says, lowering his mouth to my pussy again. “Relax, baby. Breathe into it. You need to get out of your head.”

I shake my head. “I can’t, Viktor.”

Staring at me, he finally asks me, “Why not?”

I look away. I don’t know how to answer that question.

Because I’m not worthy? Because I’m not pretty enough? Because letting myself climax means surrendering to him?

All of those things, maybe? I don’t know.

I can’t put it into words.

He strokes my inner thigh. “This is about trust.”

I shake my head. My breath hitches, my anger momentarily ebbing when I see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “If I didn’t trust you, at least a little, you wouldn’t be kneeling in front of me with your mouth on my pussy.”

“Close your eyes, baby. Breathe with me.”

Hesitantly, I do what he says. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. His voice is a low, somehow soothing command.

“Imagine yourself powerful. Unstoppable. Imagine yourself in control of your body and your life and your happiness. Can you do that, baby?”

I nod, licking my lips and swallowing. My hips jerk when I feel the warm, wet press of his tongue on my clit again. He suckles hard and grips my thighs. My clit throbs.

“Now let yourself go. Let yourself surrender without shame. You deserve to feel pleasure. You deserve to let go.”

I feel his hands on my waist, a grounding touch that somehow makes my reserves crumble.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, baby. Imagine yourself surrounded by fire, but this fire isn’t destructive, it’s warm. It’s your safe place. Let it burn away any insecurities and fears you have. Let it consume everything but you.”

I nod.

“Alright,” I whisper as he bends his mouth to my sex and sucks again. A spasm of pleasure lights me up, its warmth and intensity making me squirm in delicious anticipation.

“Let it consume you. Trust in it. Trust in yourself.”

I feel a little of the tension I’m holding onto begin to ebb away. “Good girl. That’s it, Lydia. Let yourself go.”

I close my eyes and breathe. I imagine the room is filled with flames licking at us on all sides but not burning us. There’s something about the flicker and heat that calms me.

He grips my hips, lifts my legs, and straddles them over his shoulders. If I wanted to, I could crush his head with my thighs.

This, too, is an act of trust.

I close my eyes and focus on relaxing. Focus on the sensation. Something shifts in me, and I feel like that match to tinder. My low smolder grows to something more, something hotter, and I know I’ve reached the point of no return when my whole body goes up in flames.

“Oh God,” I scream, “yes!” Pleasure floods my limbs, and I’m totally consumed in the perfect feel of his mouth on my sensitive parts. I moan in pleasure as flames completely consume my body until I finally sink to the bed, spent.

He stands, fists his massive cock, and holds my gaze as he throws his head back and comes. Hot spurts of come paint my breasts, my belly, my thighs as he marks me as his, and for once… for once in my life, I think, he loves my body.

He loves what he sees.

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