And then he ripped himself from her body and hot jets of semen splattered onto her behind.
Some of it slid inside her still- open entrance, distended from his fierce penetration.
The rest spilled onto her back and her ass.
Then, as he’d promised, he thrust inside her again, still cumming, still pumping his release deep into her body.
She felt the hot liquid seep from her opening with every thrust.
It ran down the insides of her legs in a hot rush.
Then he plunged forward to the hilt, pressing hard against her ass as his body quivered over hers.
He reached around, sliding his fingers over her clit once more.
She jerked in response.
She was so worked up, so incredibly aroused, that his touch was nearly painful and yet she craved more.
Needed more.
She needed to cum.
“I’m going to stay inside you until you cum,” he said in a strained voice.
“I want to feel you fall apart with me deep in your ass.”
His fingers exerted more pressure, rolling her clit in a tight circle.
The dual sensation, his cock in her ass, his fingers caressing her clitoris, it was all too much.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a giant wave.
She lost all awareness.
She was lost in the throes of her release.
She was covered in his cum, his cock still deeply embedded in her as she convulsed and squeezed him even tighter.
He groaned.
She cried out.
And then both fell forward as much as the ropes restraining her would allow.
His chest rose and fell sharply, a match to her own as she struggled to gain her breath.
“You okay?” he asked tenderly as he brushed the hair from her cheek.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed.
“Give me a minute to get you untied and cleaned up.”
“Not going anywhere,” she mumbled.
He chuckled at that.
“I suppose not since I have you tied securely to my bed. I like it. I like it a hell of a lot. I could get used to having you at my beck and call at all times.”
She couldn’t even muster a protest to his joking.
She was too undone.
Tired.
Exhausted.
But more sated and content than she’d ever been.
Moments later he gently untied her, after cleaning the semen from her skin with a damp cloth.
When she was free, he sat her on the edge of the bed and inspected her ankles and wrists for any abrasions.
Then he kissed each slightly red spot where the ropes had pressed into her skin and rubbed the feeling back into her feet when she muttered that she couldn’t feel them.
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She was too shattered by her experience.
She felt numb and out of it, like she’d just come out of a stupor.
Perhaps she was still in it.
When he was finished, he pushed up to his knees and pulled her into his arms so her head was pillowed on his shoulder.
He stroked his hand up and down her back as he kissed her hair.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Sandra,” he said quietly.
She attempted a smile as she pulled away, but she was too bone weary to pull it off.
Instead she reached out to his face, cupping both her hands over his jaw.
She caressed his face, letting her fingers wander over his cheekbones.
“I think that was the most incredible sexual experience of my life. That’s what I think,” she said honestly.
He smiled, relief evident in his eyes.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
It was an action he often performed.
She liked the intimacy of the gesture.
Loved that he was openly affectionate.
She found it endearing that he liked touching her so often.
“I meant to make it last much longer,” he said ruefully.
“I’m not normally so quick on the draw. But you make me that way, Sandra. You make me crazy. I touch you, kiss you, feel you and I have to have you until I’m nearly blind with lust.”
She smiled at him and leaned that inch between their mouths to kiss him.
“We have plenty of time to draw it out longer and make it last. We’re still learning one another. This is all still new.”
“Bet your sweet, sore ass will do,” he said with a grin.
“Heads-up, because I will put you through the paces and make you last a lot longer than we did tonight.”
“My ass is sore,” she said, wincing as she shifted her weight.
“Then I’ll have to kiss it and make it all better,” he said in a silky voice.
He reached forward, scooping her effortlessly into his arms, and then settled her onto the bed, pulling back the covers and then arranging them over her.
He kissed her again and then walked around to crawl into bed on his side.
She went readily into his arms, enjoying the solid warmth of his body.
He didn’t tie her tonight.
Maybe he’d forgotten or perhaps he was afraid that the rope he’d used earlier had abraded her skin and he was giving her a rest.
It didn’t matter.
She was as close as she could get to him and he was wrapped around her.
It was enough.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by her stirring restlessly.
He started to wake her, thinking she was having a bad dream, but before he could, she murmured, “Clement.”
He went still, the single word freezing his heart.
She sounded .
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sad.
Like she was missing him.
Not what he wanted to hear when he’d just made love to her.
When she wore the marks of his dominance and possession.
She turned away from him, curling into a ball, never waking.
He lay there, only inches away but seemingly a world apart.
And while she slept, quiet and peaceful now, he lay awake, in brooding silence.
He was quiet and almost brooding the next morning.
His mood had been off ever since they’d gotten out of bed.
She’d hesitantly offered to cook him breakfast, but he’d shrugged off her offer and prepared the meal for them both.
But he hadn’t fed her as he’d done the last several meals.
In fact, they sat across from one another at the small breakfast table situated in the nook off the kitchen.
She tried to initiate conversation several times, but his answers were short and distant, as though he had something on his mind.
She replayed the night before over and over in her head, wondering if she’d done something to displease him.
But he’d seemed perfectly content with the way things had played out.
She hadn’t backed down from his challenge.
She hadn’t used her safe word.
She’d seen it out to the very end, regretful when it was over.
But why was he so distant?
She puzzled over it all through breakfast and when they were done eating, she took over, taking their plates into the kitchen without asking him.
The truth was she wanted to get away for a few moments to ponder the change in his mood.
She stiffened when he walked into the kitchen behind her, and she turned from the sink where she’d stacked the plates to face him.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked bluntly.
She hated guessing games.
She wasn’t someone who could hide her feelings well at all.
And Derrick would know that something was bothering her, even if it was him that was the problem.
He blinked in surprise and then his features eased and softened, the strain and tension gathered on his forehead relaxed.
“No, honey, why would you think that?”
“Because you haven’t said two words to me all morning,” she said.
“I hate to sound nagging or to intrude if it’s none of my business, but it’s driving me crazy and I can’t think of what I could have done to displease you.”
His face softened even further and he closed the distance between them, gathering her in his arms and leaning her back against the sink.
“You did nothing to displease me. I was just pensive this morning. Nothing to do with you. Last night was wonderful, as were you, Sandra. I’m sorry if I made you feel that you’d done something wrong. You were and are perfect.”
For the oddest reason, she felt like he wasn’t telling the truth, or at least the whole truth.
She’d caught him watching her periodically through the morning as if he was trying to discern her thoughts.
He should know by now she was an open book.
There was no hiding it when she had something on her mind.
It was either there to read in her eyes or she simply came out and addressed it.