Page 131 of Dmitri

“Crocodile,” she gasps.

I yank out of her so fast, my dick’s still spurting my orgasm all over the grass. “You okay?” Her raspy breaths make me panic. “Daelyn. Are you hurt?”

“I think… I’m stroking out.” She holds her chest, her eyes wide with panic. “Oh my god, I can’t feel my face.”

I jerk my jeans up so I can move faster. “I got you.” Setting her on the ground, I squat down and cup her face. “Can you feel your left side?”

She nods while breathing even harder. Her panic is setting in. “Slowly,” I bark. “You gotta breathe deep and slow, baby.” Swiping the hair from her face, I press my forehead to hers and keep my voice steady. “In and out with me, okay?”

Inhale… exhale…

Daelyn holds my forearms, her ocean eyes locking on mine like I’m some kind of raft that will keep her afloat.

Inhale, exhale.

“Can you feel your face now?”

“It’s all tingly.”

“How about the left side of your body, can you move your arm?”

She nods and lifts her hand, wiggling her fingers.

“Right side good too?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Smile.”

She gives me a psychotic looking grin that shows all her teeth. Both sides of her mouth are working, which is all I care about.

“Good girl.” I don’t think she’s having a stroke. She’s having a panic attack and sub drop combo.

Shit, I definitely pushed her too hard. Right when I think I’ve got my Dom tricks perfected, something like this happens and it reminds me I still have a lot to learn. “I got you,” I say, pulling her into my lap.

“I can’t feel my body. I’m floating.”

“It’s a flood of chemicals in your brain, Firefly. We overdid it.” Stroking her hair, I hold her close and feel like an asshole. I should have never done this. I thought I was giving her a distraction, but I’ve only made her worse. “I’m so sorry, Daelyn.”

“For what? Giving me the best orgasm of my life or for making me feel like I’m dying by coming too hard?”

“I shouldn’t have punished you like that without knowing your body’s limits.”

“I don’t even know my limits, Dmitri. How are you supposed to know them?”

“By paying better attention,” I growl, hugging her tight. “I let myself go and now look.”

She sighs, her breaths no longer harsh and raspy. Now, she just sounds out of breath. “I’m glad you did.”

“Says the woman who wanted punishment.”

“Says the woman who knows what it’s like to always have to toe the line.” Daelyn leans back to look at me. “Sometimes it’s good to just let go and say, ‘fuck it, I’m getting what I want’, for once.”

“Until the consequences bite you in the ass.”

“I didn’t bite your ass. I bit your fingers.” She smirks. “And you loved it.”

We both look at her teeth indents still on my skin. “Idefinitely loved that.”

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