Page 19 of Desire

“I told you before I would fuck you so hard and deep you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began. You’ll take every inch of my cock, Bridget. I’m going to come all over you and mark you so you’ll know who you belong to.”

Bridget met my brutal fucking stroke for stroke as she pushed back against me with each forward movement. A slapping sound reverberated through the room as our bodies came together.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me. Mark me. I’m yours to do with whatever you choose.” Her words spurred me on, and I rode her even harder. She continued to take everything I gave her. I pulled her up so her back met my front. I didn’t think I could sink any deeper into her pussy than I already was, but this new position opened her up even more, and she gasped as she took in my entire length. I continued my assault as I reached around to finger her clit with one hand, and pinched a still sensitive nipple with the other.

The tremors began, and with only a single touch, she screamed “Sir” as she orgasmed again, this time around my cock, which then triggered mine. As I exploded inside her, it only seemed natural for me to bite down on that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, causing her body to spasm even more as her orgasm intensified.

As her body continued to tremble, I released my grip on her, unlatched the wrist cuffs she still wore, and she collapsed forward onto her forearms in exhaustion, almost purring in satisfaction from another powerful orgasm. I remained half hard inside her. I shifted a little before finally pulling out. I hurriedly disposed of the condom and returned to the bed. Bridget rolled to her side and looked over at me.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I lay down next to her face-to-face and pushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. Our gazes locked, and a thousand unspoken words passed between us. Neither of us wanted to break the spell we were both currently under. She reached out and plucked at the shirt I still wore. I clasped her hand in mine stopping the movement.

Her gaze drew up to mine, and I saw the question forming behind her eyes. I knew, inevitably, I was going to have to answer it. But I wanted to put it off as long as possible.

“This is twice now that we’ve been together and I still haven’t seen what’s underneath the clothing. I want, no, I need to touch you, Sir. I need that connection. I crave touch and textures. I want to learn what pleases you. Don’t get me wrong; I loved everything you did to me. But, Sir, I don’t know if that’s enough. I’m not trying to be bratty or top from the bottom when I say this, but it’s your job as a Dom to take care of me.”

“And you don’t think I’ve taken care of you?”

Her gaze dropped from mine and she stared at my chest. “I didn’t say that, Sir. We haven’t done anything by conventional means. I know tonight started out because you were jealous of Dan— I mean, Detective Webber, but it changed somewhere along the line. We both know it to be true, so please don’t bother to deny it. But here’s the thing. Despite that change, we still haven’t really communicated. Not verbally, at least. You’ve been in this lifestyle long enough to know that communication is the basis of a D/s relationship. I feel like I’m in limbo. I want to please you, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what you expect of me. But you also need to know there are things I need. Things that make me who I am.

“I have always kept my encounters with other Doms superficial and for fun. It’s a time where I don’t have to be in control. I can let go. I like them well enough and certainly enjoyed the pleasure they’ve given me. But that’s it. I’ve never felt a strong connection to any of them or wanted to explore something further with any of them.”

She shifted, almost nervously, and her attention remained below eye-level. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this, because I swore I never would, but I want to explore whatever this is with you. For me, that means more. It can’t stay superficial and for fun. If I’m opening myself up to someone, to you, I need that reciprocated. It’s how I’m wired.”

I studied her a little longer and thought about what she’d said. I had a shitty childhood I fought tooth and nail to forget even if the scars that decorated by body refused to allow that to happen. To be vulnerable again sent chills through my body. It was as though I was reliving the helplessness all over again. I knew I was being irrational, but I had been conditioned from an early age that being vulnerable was a sign of weakness. It’s what got me broken bones and burn scars over a quarter of my body. Just remembering it brought bile rising to the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. Was I ready for what Bridget was asking of me? Hell, no. But if I didn’t bite the bullet now, would I ever? I knew she would be worth it in the end though.

I tilted her chin up until her eyes met mine. “I want more too, Bridget. This is new to both of us, so we’ll have to learn together. Since we’re talking about needs, then let me tell you what I need. Your patience. It’s not easy for me to be vulnerable to someone. I’ve always taken care of the subs I’ve played with. But I’ve never felt for any of them what I feel for you. Just give me some time.”

Even though I knew it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, she acquiesced. We remained lying together for a little while longer, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

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