Fuck, fuck fuck. Shit, shit shit! There’s nothing in this world except the two of us. Us and the waves of pleasure undulating through me, claiming my psyche and body both. I’m grabbing his head, pulling his hair, scratching his skin and feeling like the ceiling is crashing on me while the floor swallows me up. His thrusts remain steady, hard, reaching up into me as I still reel from the idea of a man going at me unprotected. Everything is flushed with heat, shuddering.
“Ian!” I sound like I’m famished. So pathetic. “Don’t stop! Don’t…”
Nope. I’m gone.
And so is he.
His thrusts suddenly increase, and a gravely groan reverberates in his throat.
I don’t know what hits me first. The unexpected liquid heat claiming my insides, or the possessive sound that takes over Ian’s body.
It’s my first time experiencing this. Is it normal for it to feel like it’s going on forever? That every crevice of my body is being touched by this man? If his cock can’t reach it, then surely he can coat it in the hot seed taking me. I don’t know what’s normal. I don’t know what it means for this to happen. All I know is that it feels incredible.
Awareness strikes me. I’m so aware of how stretched open I am. He always does this to me, and I gladly welcome him. But it feels so fucking unreal. How can I open that much for him? How can he make me so aroused to do that? His thrusts slow as his cock empties the last of his seed into me. Time is stopping. Tired kisses cover my skin, but I only have eyes for the glistening skin slowly moving in and out of me.
I don’t want him to leave.
Fatigue is washing over me. My thighs are so sore. My ass is nearly unbearable. My body wasn’t built for this, and yet it found a way.
“Katie.” The man is sated. I can hear it in his voice as he plants heavy kisses on my chest. He begins to pull out.
I begin to panic.
I know what’s going to happen. I know what I’m going to see, and it’s scaring me.
It’s one thing to feel it happen, you know? That whole coming inside me business. And then I can’t pry my eyes away from him abandoning me, my body spread so wide that I’m…
“See? You’re mine.”
Oh no.
Thick, white cum spills out of me, covering my poor, beaten ass. Ian chuckles, falling onto his side as he admires his handiwork. He won. He marked me. He took a Domme and did the two things she always said she didn’t want. Came on her face, then came in her cunt.
There’s so much. My breath quickens as I watch, mortified, my body rejecting it with tiny spasms. It covers everything from my skin to the bed. Ian doesn’t care.
I care.
A lot.
“Oh my God…” I want to close my legs, but what if it keeps it inside? I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I’m worried about what this means!
Where is that part of me that was so happy to have this happen? Where is submissive Kathryn? Where did she go? Why is she abandoning me to this fate?
“Not so bad, huh?” Ian caresses the inside of my thigh, fingers tugging at the open edges of my folds. I can’t stop staring. Where is it all coming from? How much is still in there?
I’m turned on. I’m satiated. I’m so fucking fucked up by it that there’s only one way to process it.
I freak the hell out.
Chapter 27
IAN
There’s a woman screaming in my home again. This is getting to be a bit much.
“Get it out of me!” Kathryn leaps off my bed. A wild look in her eye tells me she’s not in her right mind. Or the wrong one. Or is it left? “What the fuck have I done?”
Forgive me if I’m slow to react. I just had long, arduous sex that included two orgasms on my part and accommodating a Domme’s ego. I apparently fucked up that last part.
“Katie,” I say, pushing myself up and gesturing to the empty part of my bed she abandoned. “Come back.”
Ha ha. Like that’s going to work.
“Who do you think you are?” Her finger wags in my direction, and there she is, Kathryn Alison marching back and forth beside my bed in disheveled underwear, my fuckin’ cum running down her leg. This should be hot. Should be. “Oh my God, get it out of me!”
She’s pulling her hair out. She’s clawing my bed like a mad woman. She’s running out of energy because, like me, she’s recovering from a hard orgasm and needs to be snuggling in bed.
Once again, should be.
“Darling.” The pet name feels meaningless right now, but I don’t know what else to do. I get up, naked, rounding my bed and approaching her slowly. “Come get in bed. You need aftercare.”
Her ass is so pink it’s almost red. Pink. She said her safe word when I got ready to enter her without protection. It was a hard limit, I guess. Yet she changed her mind and said she wanted me to go ahead and do it.
Everything was great for a few minutes.
Fantastic.
So fucking hot.
And now here we are, Kathryn storming around my bedroom.
“Don’t touch me!”
I’ve barely put my hand on her arm. Kathryn thrusts me off her, that radical glow around her hardly erotic. “Katie, please. You know you need aftercare.” I’ve been at this for a long time. Usually aftercare means rubbing some lotion into skin, sweet words, a snack, and lots and lots of cuddles, depending on how far deep I took a sub. With Kathryn, I figured it would be going to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms after I finished massaging her skin and whispering how great that was into her ear. “You’ve gotta let me help you.”
“You can help me by getting this shit out of me!”
She wipes some of my seed off her thigh, sneers at it, and flicks it off her fingers. Ouch.
Look, I’ve got pride. I know it’s stupid, but it kinda hurts my feelings to see a woman I spent so much attention on just discard of “me” like that. Acting like it’s dirty. Like it’s going to kill her.
I would laugh at her reaction if I wasn’t mostly worried about her state of mind.
“Come on.” Gently, I divert her toward my en-suite bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She’s trembling, but doesn’t fight me. In fact, she practically darts into the shower, plopping herself on the bench and almost closing the glass door in my face. I hold it open and reach in to turn on the showerhead.
“See? It’s detachable.” I hand it to her, hot water pulsing out and getting her lap wet. “Have at it.”
Kathryn snatches the shower head from me and starts rinsing herself off with such determination that I… my feelings are hurt, damn it! I can’t let that on. I have to continue to be the Dom in this situation, although it’s imperative she not think that. My lazy sex-infused brain doesn’t want to think. Nevertheless, I manage to talk her down from her furious high and help her remove her underwear before it’s soaked by the water.
“I can do that for you.”
“No,” she snaps, like a crocodile. “Please leave me alone.”
I’m taken off guard because of the plea in her voice. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. You went through something really heavy. Aftercare is…”
“I know what the fuck aftercare is!” Tears stream down her face, although for her sake I pretend that it’s water from the showerhead. “If you really wanna help, Ian, you’ll leave me alone. I need some time to think about what happened. Please.”
After brief thought, I step away from the shower, sliding the glass door closed. “I’ll check on you in fifteen minutes.”
I leave her in my shower, crying and furiously scrubbing her body. This is a shithole of a disaster. One I should have seen coming.