Page 27 of Veil of Shadows

We met one another, thrust for thrust. I fought against his restraints the entire time as he slipped out of me only to slam back in and fill me all the way up once more. I lost myself in his movements. Feeling his dick scraping along every part of my walls. The plug shook me to my core. The sounds of his hips snapping against mine filled me with a nameless desire I’d never experienced before. I succumbed to him; body, mind, and soul. And as his thick dick pulsed against my walls, his hips finally stuttered.

“Come with me,” he demanded as his lips fell to the shell of my ear. “Be a good girl for me and let me feel you.”

And that’s all it fucking took.

“Oh—shit—” I choked out.

“There’s a good girl,” he grunted as he rutted against me, filling me with his mark. “Just like that. Milk that dick, sweet girl. So good for me. Mm, mm, mm.”

I collapsed against the bed, soaked in sweat as a wet spot formed beneath my ass. Dom laid there, cloaking me away from the world until his cock naturally pulled its way out of my body. A gush of liquid made me grimace as he kissed his way down my body. He kissed my neck. He lapped softly at my sensitive nipples, and he traced his tongue all the way down my torso.

“Dom, I can’t,” I said breathlessly.

He paused just above my pussy. “Are you sure?”

My body shivered uncontrollably. “I-I-I—I’m sure.”

The tone of his voice immediately changed. “Color.”

I swallowed hard. “Ye—yellow?”

“Jesus, Bexley,” he hissed as he scurried off the bed. He made quick work of my ankle bindings before his hand disappeared between my legs.

“On the count of three, push for me, all right?” he asked.

I nodded quickly as the room spun. “I hear you.”

“One,” he said as he slid his hand comfortingly up my shivering leg.

“Two,” he said as his fingertips grasped the end of the butt plug.

“Three,” he said.

I bared down a bit, and out it popped. Just like that, the overwhelming vibrations ceased, leaving my body feeling almost empty. As Dom rushed around to either side of the bed, releasing my wrists from their bindings, I laid there and allowed the room to tilt around me.

I felt him pick one of my feet up with his hand. “How long have you been at yellow?”

My eyes fluttered closed. “Huh?”

He massaged my foot, working out the stiffness of my ankle near where the bindings clamped down. “How long has your color been at yellow, Bexley?”

It took me a second to find the answer. “Just… a few seconds ago.”

“So, after your orgasm?”

I nodded slowly as I relished the way he massaged my feet. Then, as he shifted to my other foot…

“Does your body get overly sensitive after orgasming?”

My cheeks flushed with the question. Were Voss and Ronyn always so upfront with questions about sex as well? I wasn’t used to talking so openly and naturally about a topic.

“Uh, y—yeah,” I said as I sighed with his massaging efforts. “It’s, uh… pretty sensitive afterward.”

“Good to know,” he said as he rolled my ankle out and popped my toes.

“Oooooh, that feels good,” I groaned softly.

He chuckled and pivoted himself, moving toward my arms. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his naked body drenched in moonlight, I watched him massage my hand and wrist.

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