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Her pussy, tender and hypersensitive as it came down from her orgasm, protested as Damon’s cock dragged back and forth over the swollen tissues.
She moaned low in her throat, unsure of whether it was pain or pleasure that stabbed at her.
“Please,” she said hoarsely, but she wasn’t sure whether she was begging him to stop or not to stop.
“Your body is mine,” he said. “I take what is mine.”
“Yes, yours,” she murmured.
Faster he rocked against her hips, forcing her body up the bed until her bound hands slapped at the headboard with each thrust.
He reached underneath her and cupped her buttocks, tilting her upward as he plunged forward again. She gasped as he came to rest deeply within her.
Liquid heat filled her womb. His hips jerked spasmodically against her as he quivered with his release. For the longest time he remained locked within her as she sucked the last of his cum into her womb.
His body fell like a blanket over hers. He buried his face in her neck as he struggled for breath. There she lay, her hands above her head, her legs spread wide as the man who owned her lay between her thighs, her body full of his seed.
He was still hard within her, and he made no move to withdraw from her pussy.
“Sleep, Serena,” he murmured against her neck as his teeth nipped affectionately at her skin. “Tonight I’ll sleep buried inside you to remind you of my ownership. In the morning, after I’ve taken you again, I’ll bathe you and wash my seed from your body.”
CHAPTER 15
During the course of the night, Damon eased off her and rolled to the side. She registered it with hazy lethargy before falling back asleep.
When she next awoke, it was to urgent hands fumbling at her body, sliding over her breasts and down to her hips. Her eyes fluttered open as Damon moved over her even as he spread her legs wide and impatiently stabbed his cock at her opening.
In his impatience he bumped against her clit before repositioning himself. Then he found her entrance and slid deep, eliciting a gasp from her as she came fully awake. The remnants of last night’s interlude were dried on the inside of her thighs, but what remained inside her pussy, warm and wet, eased his passage.
Her arms strained at her bonds, but he held tight, and she was helpless beneath him as he sought to avail himself of her body.
There was no finesse to his movements, no attempt to pleasure her equally, but oddly, she was very much turned on by the roughness and crudity of his motions. Even as he thrust deeper and harder, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw tight, her pussy bloomed with fire.
She watched the strain of his muscles as each movement rippled through him. His hands clenched desperately at her waist, her hips, and then again at her waist as he buried himself repeatedly in her body.
The vulnerability of her position, how helpless she felt, ignited fierce arousal. He was using her. There was no other word to describe his actions, and yet she felt oddly content. Powerful, even.
He pressed her deeper into the bed as his ta
He spread her wide as he arched over her one last time. She could no longer control her cry when he drove impossibly deep.
Instead of retreating, he held firmly against her as he emptied himself into her. She could feel him in every inch of her pussy. She was stretched so tight around his cock, and her body was already sensitive and sore from the previous night.
Her clit quivered and pulsed, and she ached for release, but she lay there quietly, her body a receptacle for his.
With a sound of regret, he finally slid from her in a rush of fluid. As he knelt between her legs, he pulled at her knees, spreading her pussy wide.
He gazed down at her, supreme satisfaction glinting in his dark eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Your pussy is so swollen and red and glistening with my cum.”
He slid one finger inside her opening and then withdrew, holding his finger up so she could see. Then he leaned down and traced a line around her mouth, leaving a damp trail on her lips.
“Lick them,” he whispered. “Lick my cum from your lips, Serena mine.”
Slowly she obeyed and ran her tongue over first her bottom lip and then around the corner and over her top lip.
“You have pleased me,” he said.
She smiled tremulously, too shaky, too edgy with need to speak.
“Would you like to come, Serena?” he asked in a low, silky voice.
“Please,” she whispered.
He reached above her head to release her hands. He caught them in his and gently lowered them to her belly.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded even as she flexed her hands to return the feeling to her fingers.
He took her left hand and lowered it to her pussy. “Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “Make yourself come while I watch.”
He scooted down the bed until he got off and stood at the foot, his gaze never leaving her. A little nervously, she slid her hand between her legs and parted her labia.
Her flesh was slick with his cum, and her fingers moved easily through her folds.
It wasn’t as though she was a stranger to masturbation, but she’d certainly never done it with an audience. Still, she wanted—needed—to come so badly that she didn’t care who was watching.
She rolled her middle finger over her clitoris, moaning as her entire body tightened. She found her sweet spot and rotated in a tight circle as her pussy pulsed and clenched in response.
Damon walked around to the side of the bed, his gaze fastened on her groin. When he reached her side, he lowered his dark head and latched on to her nipple with his teeth.
Her back arched off the bed, and her finger worked faster over her clit. He nipped sharply, sucking and biting with enough force that it caused delicious pain.
Her breathing rose sharply as her body wound like a rubber band. Tighter and tighter. She stroked faster and he sucked harder until she writhed uncontrollably. Up and down her hips rose and fell, as if she were actually being fucked.
Then his teeth sank sharply into her nipple, and she simply broke. In one sudden burst she catapulted over the edge and her orgasm flashed like a bomb around her.
For a moment her hand moved in a frenzy and then the sensation became too much. She slowed her movements and rubbed more leisurely as she worked down from her orgasm. Damon raised his mouth from her breast and then simply laid his head over her chest.
With her free hand, she tentatively touched his brow, smoothing her fingers over his skin and into his hair. When she traced a line to his temple, and down his jaw to his mouth, he kissed her fingertips when she brushed over his lips.
“Ah, you please me, Serena mine,” he murmured against her breast.
She smiled faintly, too boneless to do more. “You please me too, Damon.”
He raised his head with obvious reluctance. “Come and I’ll bathe you. Then we’ll go down for breakfast.”
CHAPTER 16
After a leisurely shower in which Damon once again took charge and washed every inch of her body, he dried her and then positioned her between his legs on the bed while he brushed her hair.
It crackled and shone by the time he put the brush down, and he ran his hands through the tresses.
“Your hair is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen hair so black and shiny.”
She smiled in pleasure as he continued to stroke her hair with light touches.
He got up from the bed and held his hand out to her. He pulled her to her feet and stepped away to examine her. Her nudity didn’t bother her as much as it had the night before. That is until they started for the kitchen, and she remembered that he employed a full staff.