Page 22 of Hard Limits

He was mine.

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“Are you sure, you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, would you stop.”

“I don’t know if you should be going back to work so soon.”

“I don’t think you should be saying anything when you had my ass bent over and nice and red just last night.”

He chuckled and patted the mattress beside his hip. “If you stay, I’ll make sure you cum at least three times tonight. I’ll devour that tasty pussy you’ve got hidden under that black lace until you can’t take it anymore.”

My core pulsed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. The man had a way about him that had me reacting to him in seconds. But I needed to get back. I had been away for far too long and I wanted to get back to work. Edge was the first job I ever had, and now that Eric and I had moved in together, I wanted to help out, even though he said I didn’t need to. But secretly, I liked working at Edge. I liked the people, the environment. They accepted me, they were my friends, it was the first place I had ever felt safe, the only place I ever felt like I belonged.

“Well then, if I can’t convince you…” he got up and came to stand behind me. Sliding his hands around my waist, he lay his chin on my shoulder. “I’ll come with you. Maybe I can convince you to get up on the stage with me.”

I laughed. “In your dreams. There is absolutely no way I’m getting up on that stage.”

“Hmph, we’ll see.”

“Oh, is that so?”

He gripped my chin firmly and tilted my head, so my eyes met his. “I thought I taught you better than that. I may have to remind you what true submission means.”

I swallowed hard, loving his firm grip, his arrogant confidence. I enjoyed being knowingly manipulated by him. It made me dizzy with need.

“You do what I say, when I say. And if I want your ass on that stage, you will obey me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed as his lips crashed down on mine. His kisses left deep passionate bruises that made my toes curl and my pussy throb. He knew exactly what I needed, and there was no denying him when he got this way.

Pleasure coursed through me with the thought of him taking me on stage. It was a declaration of ownership, a way to shout out just how much trust and obedience bound us together. His tongue stroked mine and his groan of satisfaction had me turning into his body. He lifted me into his arms gently, and fell to his knees, laying me flat on my back against the hardwood floor.

His hands ran up my thighs and I bit my lip, knowing he wasn’t going to play with me. When he got this way, he only wanted to own. To show me he was the boss. Yet as his eyes found my swollen core, he groaned in need. He undid his belt, and his hand delved into his pants, stroking what I knew was a massive erection.

I watched his face contort in pleasure as his eyes stayed glued between my legs. His thumb lightly stroking my clit through the sheer material of my black panties. I whimpered and parted my legs for him, my ass perched on his knees, my legs on either side of his hips.

He looked up at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. I knew he wanted me to beg, to struggle. But I wanted something else. I leaned up onto my elbows and met his eyes with a heated look of my own.

“Make love to me.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, he smiled. “Say it again.”

“Make love to me.”

Letting his cock out, he stroked it so slow, squeezing the head so that a drop of his cum slid out. “Fuck,” I breathed, desperation setting in. He liked to tease me, to force me to beg him, and although I fought, he won every time.

“Say it again.”

I bit down on my lip as I watched him stroke himself, his thumb moving my panties aside and exposing me. “Please Eric, make love to me. Please,” I breathed, raising my hips.

“Fuck!”

He leaned up and slid his cock into me, taking my breath away. I ran my nails across his shoulders as he filled me. I loved the feel of him stretching me. Our union was always hot, slick, and it felt so good to have him inside of me. I had no words for how I felt with him, all I could do was feel. He started to rock out and slid back in slowly making me moan in pleasure.

“You like that cock, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered as he fucked me. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips, his breath coming out in ragged puffs as he kept his control. His hips dipped and he slammed his pelvis into mine, rotating his hips so that my clit felt the impact.

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