She was helpless against the onslaught of his use of her mouth as his tool for getting himself off. In that moment, she truly belonged to him.
“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back, the muscles of his neck protruding from his tension. His hands tightened on her head as he pushed her mouth farther onto his cock. “Swallow. Take me into your throat.”
Breathing through her nose, she swallowed continuously until almost all of Sawyer’s cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tears mingled with the water of the shower, soaking her face.
The more he made her feel as though she existed solely to satisfy his lusts, and the rougher his treatment of her, the more aroused she got. Her clit swelled and pulsed, demanding attention. All she had to do was touch it, and she’d go off like a lit firecracker.
But she didn’t want to climax. She wanted to remain on this decadent pinnacle for a while longer.
A colorful variety of expletives continued to fall from Sawyer’s lips as he increased his pace, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. Adding vibration to increase his pleasure, she hummed.
He dropped his head forward and looked down at her, his fingers wrapping lightly around her throat, no doubt to feel his cock inside of it. Groaning, his pace increased, and his thrusts went deeper from his excitement.
She sensed the wild beast inside of him beginning to unleash, that part of him she both loved and feared at the same time. He’d never harm her.
But oh, how he loved to hurt her.
She used her eyes to give him permission. Not that he needed it.
He hesitated, the good man in him warring with the bad, bad boy who wanted to show her he could do anything to her.
His groans turned to a roar as he accepted what they both wanted.
He slapped her cheek. Not too forcefully, but just enough so she could feel the sting.
Her pussy spasmed from the pain, but she wouldn’t give in that easily. He had to work harder.
More, she begged silently.
He didn’t wait, slapping her other cheek, the sound of it echoing in the shower. Then another. And another. He alternated sides until the light tears she’d shed from him being inside her throat fell heavier. She had no doubt her mascara from earlier ran down her skin. Each tear was a release of bottled emotion that brought her closer and closer to complete surrender.
His hands tightened in her hair, her pain and her submission always an aphrodisiac for him. “You’re going to drink your Master’s come and not spill a drop of it, aren’t you? Such a greedy girl.”
He wiped under her eyes and showed her the black stain of her makeup on his fingers. Then, as his legs shook and his eyes widened, he pinched her nostrils with those fingers, sealing off her only present method for breathing.
Deep, wicked exhilaration coursed through her veins, heating her body. The beat of her heart thudded in her ears, her vision darkening along the edges and brightening with bursting stars within the center from the lack of oxygen.
Her clit pulsed in time with her heart. She clenched her pussy’s muscles. Once, twice. And then she was coming, hot lava flowing outward from her core, her juices spilling with every hard spasm.
“Yes,” her Master cried as he removed his fingers from her nostrils and followed her with his own release, shot after shot of his come gliding down her throat.
She swallowed continuously until there was nothing left to swallow, and his cock slipped from her mouth.
Bowing her head, she gloried in the first real taste of submission she’d had in over four years. When she’d left Sawyer, she’d also left her true nature behind, and as a symbol, she’d placed her wedding rings and platinum chain collar on his pillow. He hadn’t just lost his wife when she’d run.
He’d lost his slave.
And she’d lost herself.
But now, buzzing on the high from her orgasm and her submission, she’d stolen back a piece of identity. She’d cherish and cling to it, until once more, fate and circumstance ripped it away from her.
Sawyer cradled her chin in his hand, caressing her cheek with his knuckles. “That was fucking amazing. I know you need your sleep, but I need to see you come.”
She nuzzled his palm. “I just did, Master.”
“Yes, but I was too far gone to appreciate it, so you’ll have to do it one more time for me.” Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her onto her feet and nudged her forward until she was almost flush against the wall. “Hold onto the wall for support.” He raised her left leg and rested it on the seat in the corner, spreading her open to him.
Without warning, he thrust his fingers inside her and twisted before retreating and repeating the process. “That’s two. Since I just stretched you with my cock and you’re nice and slippery from your orgasm, let’s see how many fingers of mine you can take.”