Page 86 of A Lesson In Beginning

His hands found my hips, tugging me down until the edge of my ass was teetering on the end of the bed. He set my feet on his thighs, pressing lightly against my knees until I opened for him.

“That’s it, love. Open for me. Let me see that beautiful, wet pussy.” Fingers danced along my inner thighs until they found my heated sex, pulling my lower lips open to let him see all of me, unguarded and unobstructed.

I covered my face with my hands at the embarrassment of it, but he tsked at me immediately.

“Come here, love. Let me fix that for you.” I sat up and blinked slowly as he brought something black towards my face. The blindfold slipped over my head, covering my eyes carefully. “There. Now you don’t need to worry about being embarrassed. Just relax, and let me touch you. Let me pleasure you. Let me make you mindless.”

He pressed between my breasts gently, urging me to lie back down for him.

Open and wanting, I lay there as his hands moved over my body slowly, tweaking my nipples and tickling down my ribs until they found my wet core once again.

“Arms above your head, and do not move them. Tell me you understand, my little wildfire.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” My voice rasped with soreness from my cries of pleasure and pain, but I relaxed against the bed, ready to let him send me to heaven at his touch again. I had ached for him these past weeks.

The sound of buzzing filled the room, though different from last time. He pressed the toy, something new, against my clit, sending me into instant pleasure.

My back arched, my hands gripped the bedding above my head as he pushed and pulled me in and out of pleasure, stopping each time I neared orgasm.

Over and over, he wielded his fingers, his tongue, and his toys over my pussy, never quite letting me crash over the edge into oblivion. It went on for what felt like days, but had to have been at least an hour or more. I cried out for him, begging him to let me cum, but he only shushed me and slowed his torture down that much further.

Lips kissed and teeth grazed over my thighs, his fingers plunging in and out of me like a piston as the toy buzzed away on my clit, driving me to madness. My fingers wound through the tresses of my hair, tangling and mussing until I could barely free them from their entanglement.

“Beg for it, wildfire. Show me that fire. Set me ablaze.” His raspy voice echoed my own need, my own desire.

“Please, Sir. Please! Please let me cum. Oh God, please!” I couldn’t think; couldn’t breathe. There was only pleasure, only torment, only him, and the hold he had over my entire soul in that moment.

“Cum for me, wildfire. Cum and let the world hear the pleasure only I can give you.” His growled out words, raspy and needy, ricocheted through my mind, settling right over my heart as I obeyed. Back arching clear off the bed, fingers pulling at my hair as I finally — finally — crashed over the edge of torment into utter bliss at his hands. I came. Once, twice, three times. Each time more intense than the last, until he dropped the toys, lifting my knees high on his thighs as he stood, settling between my legs and sliding home.

His fingers grabbed at my blindfold, yanking it off of my head and tossing it aside as he slipped inside of me, deep and slow and perfect.

“Move your arms. Hold me. Touch me. Find your pleasure on my cock, wildfire.” He growled, wrapping his hand under my neck and pulling me to him, our bodies crashing together in a tangle of limbs, grasping fingers, raking nails, and cries of pleasure.

He rocked inside of me slowly, easing his way, kissing over my neck and the line of my shoulder as his pace quickened. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me to him just as tightly as I clung to his body, our hearts pounding out a melody all their own against one another.

“Mine.” His growl vibrated across my skin as his teeth bit into my shoulder lightly. Our orgasms hit, one after the other, the intensity pulling everything out of my very soul. My cries of pleasure turned to sobs of utter, beautiful destruction as I felt him lay claim to my soul. I cried against him, holding on to him like a lifeline as his thrusts slowed, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. Never before had I felt the complete binding of two people in such a way. Not like this. Not ever like this.

My nails dug into his skin, refusing to let go as he moved us further onto the bed, settling me into his lap. He held me, soothing me with light touches, our bodies still joined in the most intimate way.

I couldn’t think straight; couldn’t make sense of any of it. All I knew was that I was his now. Irrevocably, violently, painfully, and blissfully his. And I had no idea how to handle that. He had pulled at the very core of my soul and made his home there.

I was broken. A shattered mess of the woman I once was, fallen to pieces at the feet of this masterful, incredible man.

“Shush, love. I’ve got you. It’s over now. I’ve got you.” Kisses peppered over my face and shoulders, his soothing hands running up and down my back, down to my thighs and back up again. Yet, as comforting as his touch was, it did not quell the aching pain in my heart. I could feel something inside me changing, like a shattered bone healing all bent and out of place. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t arrest the hardening of my soul as years of trauma and instinct kicked in, trying to insulate me from the complete destruction of my carefully crafted emotional armor.

Moments later, how many I was not sure, we finally pulled away from each other. My crying had ceased, though my eyes were still swollen and likely reddened by my tears.

“Let me get you a blanket, love.” He moved from the bed, leaving me there for only a moment as he pulled the soft blanket from beside the bed.

“Could you hand me my clothing?” Like a wall of ice, my entire demeanor shifted. The armor I had so painstakingly crafted over the years finally fell back into place. My mind immediately began working to fix the holes he had created with his absolutely beautiful adoration and mastery over me.

I was cold. Cold and shaken, and I needed to get out of there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he handed me my clothing, as I had asked.

“Yes, I am fine.” I knew my tone had changed, but I couldn’t help it. If I relaxed, if I let myself go back to that place with him, I would surely break. This time, for good.

I stood from the bed, slipping my clothes on slowly with trembling hands and shaking legs, still reeling from our scene.

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