Page 102 of Keep Me

“Come on, baby. Let it out.”

It feels as if I’m coaxing a wild animal from their nest. If she trusts me like she says she does, then she wouldn’t be so afraid to let me hear her cry. But it’s not really about me. It’s about Sylvie protecting herself from others. Always keeping the most vulnerable parts of herself guarded.

The pride I feel when she lets out a wailing cry on the sixth smack of the paddle is visceral.

“That’s my girl. Let it go, darling.”

Her scream on the seventh brings tears to my eyes. It’s not just that Sylvie is finally letting it all go; it’s that she’s lettingmesee it. Out of everyone in the world, I’m the one she lets in.

Her trembles turn into quakes as she pulls at the headboard through her agony.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” I offer when she has to gasp through her sobs. Tears streak down her face, and I’m ready to hold her now. I want to bury myself inside her so that I become a part of her forever.

“No!” she wails. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”

On each following wallop, Sylvie sheds far more than I thought she could. It’s as if I’m watching her come undone, lettingherselffeelandexpressfar more than just pain. She’s crying for the fear and loneliness and anger.

I hate that she’s hurting, but seeing her work through this pain is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Two more, mo ghràidh,” I say, rubbing at her backside. “You’re almost there.”

My cock is aching as it leaks from the tip, crying for how badly it needs her like this. Her howls and moans are making me feral, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

Sylvie’s cries turn sexy and carnal through the last two hits, and I wonder if she can feel this energy too. This is what I love about domination, feeling so close to someone that everything is aligned. Our needs. Our desires. It has always been my favorite part, but it was never like this.

Everything is different with her.

After the last smack of the paddle, I toss it on the bed and move behind Sylvie, dropping to my elbows so I can devour her from behind. Her voice turns high-pitched as I kiss and lick every inch of her.

I want her to know I cherish every inch. Every single part of her is mine to love and worship and devour. So I do. She lies on the bed in ecstasy as I kiss and lick every drop of water on her bare skin.

As I move to my knees again, nibbling and kissing my way up, I rest my aching cock on her backside. Then I pull her upright so she’s resting against my chest. Gripping her chin, I turn her face toward me so I can stare into her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, pressing my lips to her jaw. “You did so well.”

Her face is still tear-soaked as she smiles, absorbing the praise.

“But I need to fuck you now. I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, please,” she whines.

I take her mouth in a bruising kiss before I bury my hand in her hair and press her forward so she’s gripping the headboardagain. Aligning my aching cock with her wet core, I tug on her hips and impale her on my cock.

When she lets out a breathless cry, I moan loudly along with her. Her ass presses backward as I fuck her, finding the spot inside her that makes her scream with every thrust.

“That’s it,” I grunt. “Show me how good that feels.”

“Yes,” she replies with a whimper. “Don’t stop, Killian.”

“Tell me you love me again, mo ghràidh.”

“I love you,” she says, her stunning soft curls draped across her back as she hangs her head in ecstasy.

“Say it again,” I grunt, fucking her with more force, still careful not to hurt her.

“I love you,” she screams this time.

Unable to keep it in any longer, I tear Sylvie away from the headboard and roll her onto her back so I can pound her into the mattress with my thrusts. Hooking a leg under my arm, I stay right on that spot she loves, watching her expression for a sign that she’s close.

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