Page 61 of Rousing Renee

I gasped at the knowledge that it was such a mundane instrument bringing me to my wits end. Shame washed over me but instead of it putting a damper on my mood, I was empowered by it. My begging became insistent, and the wooden demon drummed to the rhythm of my demise. My body lightened, and the room became quiet. Everything changed, letting me know that his control over me had reigned supreme once again.

“Come.”

The dam flooded and sensations poured in from everywhere. Overwhelmed with ecstasy as endorphins rapidly fired away in my brain, I drifted, seeking the comfort that lay in the fog. It was ripped away when he released the cup on my left nipple, and another orgasm blasted through me. Realizing too late that there was still another, the right was removed, and the orgasm doubled back for another session as he used the plug to fuck out every ounce of energy I had. Then I died the sweetest death, I think. Because my mind went blank, and I could no longer feel anything. I stayed there, floating for what felt like an eternity.

“Babygirl.” The word stirred warmth, and I sought to hear it again. Was that God?

“Baby, come back to me.”

I took the endearment and snuggled toward it. I heard chuckling.

“Babygirl.”

I opened my eyes to look into Ezra’s. I smiled at him and then closed my eyes for just a minute, needing that heavenly feeling to come back.

“Ah… no no no. Come back to me, baby.”

I opened my eyes once again. This time I could focus on him as long as I continued to blink. His kiss pulled me into the moment, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His beard grounded me, letting me know I was where I needed to be as I reveled at the feel of being wrapped in his arms.

“That’s my good girl.”

I nodded eagerly and snuggled closer, loving the pleased tone in his voice. It was the perfect ending to his scene. I blushed knowing that regardless of which persona I chose, vanilla or completely kinky, I’d happily submit to Ezra’s will.

“You had something you wanted to tell me.” He nibbled my lips, and I leaned into him.

“Well, after you submitted the grades and stole me away to the Dungeon to practice kinky fuckery, I didn’t think you cared about what I had to say.”

He swatted my ass, and I giggled.

“Tell me.”

Nervously, I exhaled. I took his hand and kissed it. Trembling, I placed it on my stomach and rubbed it. I kept my eyes closed and pretended that I was pregnant. Feeling his hand there felt right. Then I envisioned his ring on my finger, having his last name, and waking up every morning with him wrapped around me, keeping me safe.

“I don’t want to take it slow anymore,” I admitted.

“Okay.” His eyes seemed nervous about what I was going to say.

“I want the fairytale with you every single day.”

“Me, too.” He swallowed. “That means babies.”

“Gimmie the Junior and the Reneezra.”

He frowned at the name.

“Hey, don’t judge. I was trying to be sweet.”

“Let’s leave the names for another time.” He chuckled.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How fast are we talking?” he asked.

“Well, if somebody keeps forgetting condoms, we won’t have to worry about that question.”

He snickered. “About that.”

“Mhm… I don’t want a slip up. Be intentional, Haven.”

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