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“You’re such a good girl.” He scoops me into his arms and walks us over to the bed. “But I’m not even close to being done with you tonight. Do you wish to use your safeword?”

“No, Master. I want everything you have to give. I am yours to take.”

“Then get on your hands and knees. It’s time to claim this,” he says, slapping my already tender ass. I’ve never received a punishmentwhilegiving a blow job before. It was transcendent. “I’m just going to get some lubricant and a condom.”

At this moment, I have no fear of Flex claiming me. I’m overwhelmed with joy that I have something to offer him that I haven’t given to anyone else. I position myself on the bed, my heart beating wildly. Flex has been preparing me for this for some time, and I’m excited to be a good girl for him.

The familiar sound of foil ripping sends a jolt of desire straight to my core. I don’t look back, keeping my gaze down. Until my Master tells me otherwise, this is my default state. I feel his weight as he climbs onto the bed and moves to be right at my back.

“This is going to be cold, pet.” He smooths his hands over my ass before squeezing a generous amount of lube between my cheeks, and a shiver runs through me. “I’m going to take it as slow as possible. When I tell you to relax and take a breath, you do as you’re told. It will help.”

Now I’m a little nervous. Flex is well endowed, to say the least, and this is a first for me. Lucky for me, I thrive on pain. I drink it in and let it fuel my desire. Tension builds as he rolls on the condom and adds some lube. Then, he grips my hips and pushes just the head of his cock inside me.

“Relax, pet. I’ll make it feel good. I’ve got you.”

I blow out a breath, attempting to quell my nerves. When he feels I’m ready, he moves achingly slow, giving me another inch. Then another. Each time, he gives me a few moments to adjust to the intrusion.

“You doing okay, Celest?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. I’m going to ease in the rest of the way, and you’re going to breathe through it.” I prepare myself, but the foreign sense of fullness back there is overwhelming. I know my breathing is erratic, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Flex rubs reassuring circles on my back. “You’re doing really well, pet. So good. And you feel so fucking amazing. Now, I’m going to move. Use your safeword if it’s too painful, but I think you’re ready. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

He runs one hand up my spine before fisting my hair and forcing me down onto my elbows. It pushes me into a wider spread of my legs, letting my body open to his cock as he begins to fuck my ass.

“You’re doing so well, pet.” He slowly starts circling his hips, each thrust coming easier than the last until it’s wickedly satisfying. As his movement picks up pace, I find myself moaning in reply. Whatever I thought this would be like, Flex has me on the edge of orgasm. The pain is fleeting, but it punctuates every delicious thrust as he claims me.

“Who’s whore are you?”

“Yours, Master Navarro. Forever yours.”

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.” He twists my hair around his fist, tighter and tighter, until he pulls my head back, his other hand digging into my hip as he sets a punishing rhythm. I never imagined it could feel this good. We are connected body, mind, and soul, and I let go, putting complete trust in my Master. My love.

“Fuck, Celest… come with me.” He continues to thrust harder and faster, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body, which I freely give. Tears well in my eyes as he crashes over the edge, taking me with him. “Celest… oh fuck… Celest.” My name is a litany of worship as it falls from his lips.

My entire body shakes as we come down from the high of release, but Flex is quick to flip me onto my front. “You have one more orgasm in you, pet.”

He straddles me, a soft sheen of sweat coating his abs as he looms over me. He discreetly discards the used condom before kissing every last inch of my body. It’s different with Flex. The bloom of love in my chest as he cherishes each kiss and flick of his tongue is something I’ve never felt before. I feel genuinely loved. His fingers trail lazy patterns on my skin, his lips following close behind until I’m writhing under his expert touch.

“You taste so fucking good, pet. I’ll never get enough.” A moan escapes me as he rears up and positions himself at my entrance before taking me in one hard, earth-shattering thrust. My pussy is drenched and ready for him, desperate to take all of him. To have him stake his final claim.

“Oh my God. Master…never stop!” It’s a plea. I dream of a happily ever after I never thought possible.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. You own me, pet. You fucking own me.” His lips crash down on mine in a fierce kiss, our tongues twisting and tangling in a slow, sensual fuck, in time with her hips. It’s not frenzied. We are making love to each other in the most intimate way possible—face -to-face. Chest-to-chest. Lip-to-lip. There are no restraints, and I take advantage, wrapping my arms and legsaround him, feeling the hard planes of his back beneath my fingertips.

“You’re mine, Master.”

“Fucking right I am.” Our need for each other is primal in its simplicity. As our bodies move, we push each other to the brink before reeling it back time and time again, teasing ourselves as we become one. I would walk through fire for this man, and he sets my world alight as he rips one last orgasm from my body.

“Yes… yes… oh God…Flex!”

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, soaked in sweat and sated beyond measure. I could lie here with him in this moment for the rest of my life and die a happy woman.

“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Fuck me, pet.”

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