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When the orgasm hits, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before, wave after wave of pleasure radiating from multiple points, my whole body seized in a release so intense I lose all sense of time and place. I’m vaguely aware of Cole holding me steady, murmuring praise against my neck.
Before I can fully recover, he lifts me onto the counter, removing the blindfold at last. The sudden light is disorienting, but I focus on his face, flushed, pupils dilated, fully present with me.
Cole settles between my thighs. The cool tile against my back contrasts with his heated skin as he enters me again, the vibrations from the plug creating an intense dual sensation that takes my breath away.
“Look at me,” he demands when my eyes threaten to close from pleasure. “I want you to see who you belong to.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders as he establishes a rhythm, each thrust pushing the vibrating plug deeper. The overwhelming stimulation builds quickly, bringing me to another peak that leaves me trembling.
Before my brain can register, he picks me up off the counter. My legs wobble beneath me, but he supports my weight effortlessly, one muscular arm around my waist. His body radiates heat against mine as he walks me backward until my back meets the refrigerator door. The cool metal sends a shock through my overheated skin, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“We’re not done,” he says, voice rough with need, pupils dilated with desire. “Not even close.”
His hands grip my hips firmly, turning me to face the refrigerator. The metal fogs slightly from my rapid breathing as he presses his chest against my back, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down gently, then soothes the sting with his tongue.
“Hands on the door,” he instructs, guiding my palms to press against the cool surface, keeping his hand firmly pressed over mine to keep them in place. “Legs apart. Arch your back. Show me what’s mine.”
I comply, feeling vulnerable yet strangely powerful in my submission. The position emphasizes the curves of my body, offering myself completely to his gaze and touch. He makes an appreciative sound, his free palm sliding down my spine to the curve of my back, increasing the arch.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “You’re learning so quickly.”
He lines up and enters me from behind in a single thrust, the new angle pushing the plug deeper, creating an impossible fullness that borders between pleasure and sweet pain. His hand moves from my hip, his touch burning a path down my skin until he finds my sensitive clit. His other arm frees my hands andwraps across my chest, fingers splaying possessively over my collarbone, holding me firmly against him.
“The prosecutor would never surrender like this,” he whispers against my ear, his pace increasing. “This is who you’re becoming, someone who knows what she wants.”
His words push me over the edge again, my body clenching around both intrusions as another climax washes through me.
My legs buckle and give way when the aftershocks subside, and he carries me to the kitchen table, sweeping aside the identity documents with one arm. The symbolism isn’t lost on me, clearing away who I was to make room for who I’m becoming.
“I want to see everything now,” he says, removing the plug with careful attention that makes me whimper at the sudden emptiness. “I want to watch your face when you come.”
He positions himself between my thighs again, his cock glistening with the evidence of my arousal. This time, his movements are slower, more deliberate. He reaches for the lubricant and applies more to himself and to my exposed entrance.
“Breathe,” he reminds me as he positions the head of his cock against my rear opening. “Remember what you learned.”
I focus on my breathing as he begins to press forward. The stretch is far more intense than the plug, hotter, more alive. I gasp at the intrusion, my body instinctively tensing.
“Relax,” he murmurs, one hand stroking between my legs to distract from the burning pressure. “Let me in.”
Inch by excruciating inch, he enters me, far more slowly and carefully than his earlier passion would suggest. The fullness is overwhelming, a mixture of discomfort and forbidden pleasure that makes me tremble. When he’s finally seated completely, buried in the most intimate way possible, we both remain still, adjusting to the intensity.
“Look at me,” he commands, establishing a gentle rhythm that gradually increases in depth. “So I can see exactly what you’re feeling.”
His hand slides beneath my back, supporting me as the sensations intensify. Each careful thrust becomes more confident as my body adapts, relaxing around this new invasion. What began as discomfort transforms into something unexpectedly pleasurable, a taboo intensity that makes my breath catch.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, his voice strained with effort and restraint. “So perfect.”
He reaches down and finds my sensitive clit with masterful fingers. The sensation is overwhelming. His cock filling me from behind while his fingers work in front, creates an entirely new sensation that makes my vision blur. I cry out, my nails scoring his back.
“There it is,” he purrs with satisfaction. “Your surrender.”
He maintains the position relentlessly, his thrusts becoming more vigorous as my body accepts him completely. My legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as pressure builds again, impossibly, after I thought I had nothing left to give.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” He slows his pace, denying me the friction I crave. “Use your words.”
“Harder,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
