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I didn’t give her the chance to respond before I was already back to kissing her neck, tasting every inch like it was mine to claim. I paused just below her chin, so her mouth hovered near my ear, then lifted my lips long enough to whisper, firm but low, “Say it.”
“I deserve good things,” she finally breathed, trembling under me. The words sent goosebumps racing down my spine.
“Good girl,” I whispered, right against her skin.
None of this was about control for me, though, despite what she wanted. It was about helping her turn her trauma into something beautiful. Something safe. That she could feel vulnerable and exposed around me, and I wouldn’t exploit it, wouldn’t hurt her.
Danielle looked me in the eyes, just for a moment, before tilting her head and curving her lips in a confident smirk.
I picked her up, carrying her to the bed before loosening my tie from around my neck and binding her wrists together above her head. Eyes locked on hers, I stood at the edge of the bed and undressed before joining her. My lips traced her body, slow and deliberate, taking my time with her body, giving attention to every part of her like it had gone neglected for far too long. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging and twisting as my mouth mapped the curves of her body. Her moans weren’t just pleasure—they were release. And I wanted to give her more of it. All of it.
I slid between her thighs, spreading them open and lowering myself until my face hovered just above her.
“I want you to look at me,” I said, meeting her eyes as my mouth finally found her.
The moment my tongue touched her, Danielle gasped, her thighs clamping tight in an attempt to stop me. I shoved them back apart with careful force and pinned them there,holding her open for me, making sure she had nowhere to go but into the feeling.
"Don’t move them again," I murmured, firm, but the edge in my voice still giving something meant to keep her safe, even now.
I could hear every sharp, staggered breath Danielle took each time my tongue circled her clit. Her thighs twitched beneath my grip, but she didn’t try to close them again. She was past the point of resistance. Confident now that she wouldn’t shy away, I released one thigh and slid two fingers inside her.
Fuck.
She was soaked.
When I made my way back to her mouth, the kiss was deeper, hungrier. There was no more hesitation in her movements, just heat. She wrapped her legs around me as a silent demand of what she wanted. I was more than ready to give it. I let the tip of my cock tease her clit for a moment, drawing out her anticipation, before I gave in and pushed into her.
She gasped, hooking her legs around me, pulling me deeper. Her body arched against mine like she couldn’t get close enough.
Gripping the slats of the headboard, she met my eyes with a commanding fire I hadn’t seen in her before.
“Don’t hold back,” she breathed.
So I didn’t.
I gave in to every primal instinct. I drove into her hard and deep, letting the sounds of her moans and my own ragged breaths fill the room. She felt unreal. Tight, wet, perfect. And the way she cried out each time I bottomed out made it nearly impossible not to lose control.
As much as I wanted to keep watching her tits bounce with every thrust, the urge to have them in my mouth won out. I leaned down, closing my mouth around one of her hard nipples,flicking my tongue across it as I groped the other breast with my hand. Her moans turned to something between pleasure and surprise, but beautiful nonetheless.
I bit down hard, pressing her nipple between my teeth as I drove into her as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck,” Danielle gasped. I could see her hands writhing, begging me to let go to grasp onto something, anything.
Every sound she made, every tremble, every moan, only pushed me harder. Faster. I needed to feel her completely, to strip away the last of her resistance until she was undone beneath me.
“I want you to come for me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command—one I meant with every breath.
She didn’t answer, not with words. I grabbed her left calf and lifted it over my shoulder, the angle deepening every thrust, letting me fill her completely. Danielle raised her hips into me, letting out a sharp, helpless whimper as her hands were frantic to pull me closer before I forced them back into the pillow above her head. She was desperate for it now.
I kissed my way down her body, greedy and breathless, lips tasting every inch of her skin on the way back up to her mouth. Our kisses broke and reconnected with each deep thrust, syncopated by the rhythm of our bodies.
But still, she hadn’t let go.
I pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, breath heavy, and repeated what I’d said—this time with demand behind it.
“I told you to come, Danielle.”
