Page 125 of Deacon

The warm skin of his cock and the smooth metal of his piercings push me closer to the edge. My thighs shudder with that hot itch that signals an orgasm is growing deep in my pussy, still filled with the dildo he locked there.

He looks back down. Our eyes meet.

I love being submissive to him in our bedroom. At first, this dynamic scared me, but now, I understand it’s his way of caring for me and my way of being brave enough to let myself be cared for.

I’ll never get enough of it.

Between the dildo filling my pussy, his pierced cock in my mouth, and the hook stretching my pussy every time I bob my head, I’m done for. My orgasm hits me so hard, my mouth falls open. Heat ripples through me. Pleasure is a clear, strong force that rips me apart.

I shake, the bulb in my ass stretching me deliciously. When my orgasm ebbs, he’s backing up a few steps. There’s a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.

“Crawl to me,” he says.

My limbs are unsteady, but I manage to make the few feet to him. He leans over me. “Put that tongue out,” he orders.

My lips shake as they part, and I push my tongue out. I see a flicker of approval. Then, slowly, he spits from where he stands, and it falls onto my tongue. A ripple of shock starts, but it’s not as strong as the arousal that follows. Without thinking, I swallow. He reaches down, wiping my lower lip. His fingers hover over my mouth.

“Good girl. Now, suck my fingers, cumslut,” he orders.

I do as he says, sucking his two fingers like I sucked his cock. Then, he slides them out and circles my body. I feel him unstrap the hook from my braid. Dimly, I’m aware of him working the bulb from my ass. Then, a click, and cold wetness drizzles in its place.

He picks me up, turning me so we’re sideways before the mirror. My orgasm left me so weak. His broad body sinks down, kneeling behind me. The hard, tattooed muscles of his arm and chest ripple as he jerks his cock with powerful strokes.

“Do you like fucking your own ass while you get me off with your mouth?” he rasps.

“Yes, daddy,” I blurt out.

He spanks me again. I moan, and from the corner of my eye, I see him guide his cock to my ass. Should I beg for mercy? Or are we pastthat? I’ve taken a plug and a hook there tonight. I’m loose. If he’s gentle, I can take him.

The head of his cock is warm and hard. It presses to my asshole, working inside. I can do this—I close my eyes and exhale. The head slips in, the piercings rubbing perfectly inside me. My eyes flutter open. God, that feels so perfect.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he soothes, stroking down my side. “Look at that pretty little asshole, taking my cock. What are you?”

I hesitate, unsure what he wants. What am I? Or what am I to him? Or what am I becoming with him?

Maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe my mind is running away with me. He presses his cock in, and this time, it hurts. But that’s over in a second as he seats himself halfway inside.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper.

He pumps in, out, dragging the veins and piercings. Pleasure and a hint of pain erupt.

“Tell me,” he orders.

“I’m yours,” I gasp out. “Your whore.”

He starts fucking hard, sliding his cock in and out. My knees are so weak that I sway. He feels it, and his arm goes around me, picking me up with his cock still inside me, and carries me to the bed.

“Face down, ass up,” he says.

I obey, and he fucks. That’s all I want. Here, I’m limp, torn apart by pleasure, by this new experience of submission. My weakness doesn’t put me in danger with him. Instead, it somehow pulls us closer and makes me trust him more.

I feel him groan, my face pressed into the bed. His hand grips my braid, pinning me down. He swears under his breath, and his cock twitches. My empty mind buzzes at the pleasure of him coming in such an intimate part of my body.

He can have it. I never had a choice.

If I am the girl who wanted to live in the stars, he’s the mountains down below. Together, we feel like that place where the heavens and the Earth meet.

Beautiful, perfect. Meant to exist.

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