Oh my God, he’s so damned hot.

Naked, muscular, gritting his teeth. He’s getting ready to rip my throat out as he claims the rest of my body with his cock. I barely have time to enjoy the view of what’s pressing upon me before Ian pulls my legs apart and drives back into me, digging deeper and farther back than he’s dared to before.

My hands are free, but I don’t know what to do with them besides grabbing the pillow beneath my head. He’s holding my ankles, cupping me beneath my knees, making sure I’m angled for pleasure as he slams into me.

“Say it,” he growls, tapping one of my breasts and peaking my nipple. “Say you’re mine and that you surrender.”

Words don’t want to happen right now. Thinking about them takes away from concentrating on the pulses rippling through me. “I’m yours… I’m yours…” My eyes try to roll back again. God, he feels so big within me. Or maybe I feel smaller. I don’t know. “I surrender.”

He stills, and all of me is stretching to accommodate him. I don’t know how he has lasted this long. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long, other than I’m afraid to come. “Do you want me to come inside you, Katie?”

I grimace, holding on to the warmth of his cock. Ian nearly falls on top of me, his lips bruising my throat as he waits for my answer.

This man wants me so much. I’m doing this to him. I’m turning him into an uncontrollable alpha male who won’t be able to stop soon enough.

Not that I want him to.

“Yes. Make it feel good.”

“Katie…”

His breath is in my ear, his tongue down my throat, his lips everywhere. My free arms wrap around him, holding him to me as my legs spread as far as they can to take him inside me. This is it. This is what it means to be possessed by someone. Everything is tensing. There are only a few moments between his impaling me and when we climax, but these moments last a lifetime.

I’m alive. I’m free.

I’m his.

“Oh my God,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Let me come.”

“Come for me, Katie.”

Permission granted, I embrace the swelling feelings inside of me. I think about how full I am. How warm. How protected. My toes start to curl. I want to close my eyes, but Ian is above me, staring back into me as I gaze into his resolute visage.

He’s losing it. Ian groans into my mouth, and every muscle in my body can feel his cock reach the edge inside of me.

The cry I unleash as I come fills this room with everything I’m keeping pent up inside.

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.”