Suddenly, his face was above hers as he leaned over her, forearms propped on the table.
“Have you had enough proof, beautiful?”
“Yes, master, please, let me come.”
“No, baby. Focus. I wasn’t asking if you’d had enough of the scene. I will determine that.”
Bella blinked, not following. “I’m sorry. I don’t—”
The vibrations suddenly went away, and so did the rest of her thought. He uncuffed her wrists. Thinking he was going to leave her hanging, she sobbed.
“Easy, Bella. Just a quick position change.”
He’d moved to her feet. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down to the end of the table until her knees were bent and pointing to the ceiling, and her ass was at the very edge. Then his cock glided over her clit and through the slickness of her pussy.
“You’re beautiful under my control, your mind a bit dazed, and your body vibrating with need. Can you feel my cock, beautiful?”
It would be hard to miss. But she answered politely, “Yes, sir, every inch. Are you going to fuck me now?”
“After you understand the point of this lesson.”
She licked her lips and swallowed. “Perhaps you could explain,” she asked, her voice raspy from panting and moaning, and, yes, wailing.
“I’m hard as iron. I get this way at the sound of your voice, at your laugh, when I wake up next to you in the morning and lie with your soft, warm body pressed against me at night, and whenever I see passion flare in your brilliant blue eyes. And a twofer isn’t a rare occurrence anymore. It happens a lot with you. Except for the beginning, before you moved in, or when work took me away from you, how many days have we gone without fucking, or playing then fucking?”
“Um...” She had to wonder why the quiz, now, when she needed to come, not think. But not taking part would only delay things, and likely earn her additional discipline, so even though she wasn’t sure, she guessed and answered, “None, sir?”
“Yep. And I promise you, it will be that way in a month, a year, and a decade. My point is I don’t need whips and extreme play when I’m with you, Bella. You are more than enough to satisfy me for a lifetime. Now, do you understand?”
“Oh my god,” she gasped, tears springing to her eyes. “That is so freaking sweet!”
His head dropped forward, the curls covering his forehead. Instead of groaning his frustration like he usually did, he laughed—in the middle of a scene.
“I give in. I’m sweet. You’ve done that to me. You’ve filled the void I’ve tried for two decades to fill unsuccessfully. I’m full up with love for you, baby, and that is more than enough.”
“I love you, too, master,” she whispered brokenly.
“Subbie tears get me hard, too, baby,” he reminded her. “But only when that is my goal. Tonight, it was not.”
“These are happy tears, sir.”
“Ah... I’m glad. But, speaking of hard. Your pussy is drenched, and I’ve been aching to drive my cock into you since I strapped you to the table.” He matched words to deed and sank into her slowly.
“I ache for you, too,” she whispered. “Please, fuck me, my darling sensual sadist.”
“Did you learn nothing in the class you took?” he replied, half groan, half chuckle.
“I said please,” she protested, not wanting him to stop.
“So you did.”
He pulled back a bit then, with the next forward glide, he drove home, stretching and filling her as only he ever did.
“I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
“I don’t want you to. Come, beautiful.”
Before he got the last word out, her body shuddered and her pussy spasmed around his cock in a powerful orgasm. But it wasn’t necessarily the best. Even though she cried out, pleasure rushing through her, when Dan’s climax followed, his body tensing against hers as he groaned with satisfaction, another spiraled on the tail of the first.
It wasn’t how or where or how many that determined the extent of her ecstasy. It was Dan, the love of her life, whom she’d taken a chance on when at her lowest. The risk was so worth it because he would always be more than enough.