Page 93 of Forced Vows

I can't take it anymore. I need to come.

He shifts behind me and then he's kneeling on the chair. He lifts my body so I'm sitting on his thighs, his knees bent under us. Then he wraps his arm around me like a vise, pulling my body up and flush with his.

He's completely surrounding me, controlling our movement.

His hips thrusting, he moves my body up and down with that viselike grip.

He's so deep, I don't think I can take him, but my body makes a liar of my fear.

My climax hits without warning, my body going rigid as every muscle contracts. He rubs my clit, forcing higher levels of pleasure until I scream and then the pressure is barely there.

That perfect control of sensation, giving it continuously but not too much pulls another powerful orgasm from me and then he's shouting and filling me with his hot semen.

My head flops back against his chest and we stay like that panting for a long time. Our mixed fluids drip out of me around him. Not as hard as he was, he's still inside me nevertheless.

My body tries to tell me it wants more, but my mind knows we have to stop.

I try to shift off of him but I don't get far.

"You need to take the belt off," I tell him.

He doesn't argue, but reaches around me and undoes the leather loops. He rubs my wrists before letting them go.

"We need to… I need to…" What? I need what? To go. "Go. Get up." Something.

Again, he doesn't try to talk me out of it, but carefully lifts me so he can slide out from under me. The loss of his body heat tells me he stepped away.

But then strong arms are sliding under my knees and tipping me back as he lifts me from the chair. I squeak.

Which I will deny later if he tries to bring it up.

"Bathroom?" he asks, his emotionless mask back in place.

I point. "I can walk."

"The tile is cold."

He carries me to the bathroom which is equipped with shower and towels for those hot summer days we decide to swim in the bay instead of the pool.

Miceli turns on the water and waits for it to heat the tiles before letting me down inside the shower stall.

His eyes focus between my legs. "You waxed your pussy so I wouldn't know what color your hair really was."

"I waxed my vulva because I wanted to." Because Kara told me it would enhance the sensations and I wanted to get everything I could out of my first time, my only time with someone not the man I was supposed to marry.

I didn't want that man to know who I really was, or what I really looked like though. So, in that way, Miceli is right.

Well, I just found out that it's every bit as hot and wonderful with hair down there than without. Even if it is different.

And my hope of staying anonymous to my one-night-stand is dead and gone.

"Which do you like better?" He licks his lips.

Oh, no. Not again. "We can't," I tell him.

He nods. "So, which one?"

"It hurts to get waxed."

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