Page 30 of Indecent Demands

“You like that?” I growled. “I gave you all this pleasure, you want a little taste of pain? Some punishment?”

“Ye—es,” Ariana gasped, her voice cracking halfway through the word. “Oh my God, oh my God Seth,Seth…”

Usually I had my submissives call me ‘sir’ or ‘master’, but it had been so long since I’d had a woman moan my actual name during sex, I hadn’t realized how good it would sound and how much I would like it.

I groaned as I slammed into her. “Say my name again.”

“Seth…” Ariana sounded like it was the only word she could think of to say anymore. “Seth, Seth,Seth…”

I loved hearing her moan my name while I fucked her. I was the one doing this to her. Not a machine—not even a machine controlled by me—and not anyone else. I had her.She was mine.

I wrapped my hands around her hips to keep them in place and fucked her rough and hard, my hips slapping against the curve of her ass and filling the room with the hot, slick, filthy sound of our fucking. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to give her any mercy, either. She was going to know what it was like to be completely dominated by me. To be broken by me and be filled with nothing but mindless pleasure.

Ariana whimpered and clawed at the bed sheets, thrashing, out of control. I could feel her clenching beautifully around me, so tight… so hot… so wet…

I bent over, ramming into her like a mindless animal, all thought leaving me except to fuck her and make her mine. I wanted to mark her so that she knew who she belonged to, so that even when this was finished and everything was taken care of with Harcourt, she still didn’t want to leave me—that she’d still want to do this together—

Ariana cried out and came around my cock, clenching down so tight that I could no longer hold back. My dick pulsed and throbbed as the intensity of my orgasm swept through me.

Jesus.I sank down onto my elbows on the mattress, getting my breath back. Ariana was panting as well, her eyes glassy, her body slick with sweat. I’d put her through the wringer tonight, but when I reached up to push her hair out of her face, all I got from her was a breathy smile.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed her, our tongues sliding together and my hand cradling her face. Ariana was pliant and limp, letting me take full control of the kiss. It was delicious. I could feel her losing energy, her body finally pushed to the point where she was going to pass out into sleep any minute now.

I pulled away, scattering kisses along her face and down her throat. I always liked this part—the slow kissing and physical touch for the sake of it that came after mind blowing sex. I liked to reassure my submissive that way, and to feel intimately how good of a job I had done in taking care of them.

How well I’d done in taking care of Ariana.

I kissed her until she was only barely awake, hardly responding to me. Only then did I pull away and go and clean myself up. When I returned a few minutes later, Ariana was as pliant as a rag doll as I took care of her and got her into bed. I was pretty sure she was completely asleep by the time her head hit the pillow. I stared at her as I paused in the doorway, watching her sleep. It was tempting to stay, or hell to even take her to my bedroom and have her sleep with me there…

No. My arrangement with Ariana was only temporary, and the last thing I wanted was either one of us getting attached and thinking that this agreement was something more than just sex. Things between Ariana and me were complicated. I was probably going to have to send her on the run with a new identity before this was all over. I couldn’t let myself get hopeful and fanciful just because I was a damn romantic who was annoyed I was the only one of my friends left single.

Honestly, I was certain the only thing Ariana wanted from me was her freedom, and possibly some great sex. And really, what should I want from her if not good sex in return? I was putting her up on a pedestal just because I connected with her and because she seemed to be one of the few genuinely selfless people I’d met in years.

I had to keep my head on straight. Stick to our bargain, and figure out how the hell to deal with Harcourt and the theft without implicating Ariana.

With that in mind, I left her asleep in the room alone and went to my own bed.

Chapter12

Ariana

Ididn’t remember falling asleep, but I definitely remember getting fucked so hard and well that I was pretty sure I saw Heaven during that final orgasm.

The machine had been amazing, but nothing compared to Seth. For one thing, Seth’s cock was warm and felt fantastic. There was really no comparison between a toy and the real thing. To have his body over me, to have his hands on me, his hot pulsing cock inside of me… there was really nothing like it. I had truly felt dominated, even more than I had when I’d been tied up and on the dildo.

For another, Seth fucked like nobody else I’d ever had sex with. He fucked the way that I’d always hoped every other man would fuck me, and they never did. They were either too rough and hurt me or they just couldn’t keep up the strong pace.

But Seth… I’d been out of my mind with pleasure. The angle of his cock had dragged against me in all the right ways. I had clawed at the sheets and arched my back, shoving myself down onto his cock, completely without finesse but desperate to keep up and to have more of him inside of me. He could’ve fucked me for five minutes or an hour, I had no idea, but either way I was in ecstasy the entire time. I hadn’t wanted it to end.

Afterwards, I felt like I was floating. Like I wasn’t quite in my body anymore—and yet at the same time, my body felt so deliciously sated and heavy. It was the most pleasant feeling I’d ever experienced. My bones could’ve been completely melted, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep. Hell, I wasn’t even deciding I needed to sleep—I was just falling asleep naturally.

I was out before my head even hit the pillow, but the last thought I had was just a feeling of being cared for, in a way I hadn’t been since before my parents died.

I hadn’t even realized how much I missed it.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was in this strange room still. There were no windows, and everything was done up in shades of gray that made it seem elegant, like a fine dining room or an office instead of a sex room. There was the nightstand lamp still on, allowing me to see, but I had no idea what time it was—just that I felt incredibly rested.

I slowly sat up. I was hungry, and I ached in that pleasant post-sex way for the first time in years.

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