Page 52 of Dominated

Her head tilted back, exposing her throat, and I watched her groans vibrate through it. Her fingers clenched, and her toes bent. The peak held steady while she screamed it out, shuddering until she stilled.

That was when she looked at me again.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I whispered.

Most women would be satiated. After so much denial, an orgasm would put them straight to sleep.

Not Pepper.

I could see that she was just getting started.

And so was I.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. When she tried to move, I reminded her, “Slowly.”

After being on her back for so long, she would feel a rush the moment she raised her head from the table. I didn’t want her to pass out. I wanted her to take her time and listen to her body.

And she did, gradually getting into position.

I walked around the table, this new angle giving me a different view of my work. The marks on her wrists and ankles were deeper, rougher than I’d thought. There were lines across her stomach and the center of her thighs from the additional rope I’d added, along with almost-perfect squares everywhere the flogger had landed.

Standing before her, naked, I continued to move around the table until I was behind her. From here, the way she was leaning forward on her hands, I could see her incredible heart-shaped cheeks, the folds of her pussy.

The wetness on her skin.

The puckering of her ass.

Both were so fucking tight.

I’d told her I wanted her ass, but now, I wasn’t sure that was where I’d start.

Not when that stunning cunt was staring at me.

Pepper wasn’t the only one who had been denied an orgasm. I’d pumped my cock hundreds of times during the last three hours. Her mouth had sucked my tip, drinking my pre-cum so many times that I’d lost count.

I was pent-up.

I needed a release.

“Move to the edge of the table,” I demanded, waiting for her to back up.

Once she did, I gripped her thighs, sliding her toward me. I then lowered her onto her forearms to line up my hardness with her pussy.

“I have a condom in my wallet. Do you want me to put it on?”

“As long as you’re safe, then, no, you don’t have to.”

I rubbed my palm over her ass like I was going to slap it, but I spared her the pain. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. Of course.”

I hissed, “Fuuuck,” the moment I felt her wetness.

I wasn’t inside her yet. I was just running my tip over her entrance.

Denying myself.

Giving myself even more misery.

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