Chapter 20

Morgan

Well, fuck me sideways…

I had heard the whole conversation from inside the bathroom. I'd snuck inside when Hunter walked out of his office for a meeting, and I'd stayed there as silently as I could until Richard walked in, and that's when I hit the record button on my cell phone.

I had simply expected Hunter to head home after Richard left, and I most certainly didn't intend for him to find me here with my phone in my hands looking guilty as all hell.

He was right. He had been pretty explicit about sending me home early, and I'd ignored him. I thought that if I could record Richard's threat and take it to the cops, that I could make the whole situation disappear all by myself. But I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and now I had to try to dig myself out.

Hunter looked at me, his jaw tense, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else, something darker.

"Why are you still here, naughty girl?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, knowing full well I was in big trouble. "I just thought if I could record the conversation, that I could take it to the cops, but…"

"But what?" he demanded.

"But I heard everything," I admitted.

"I know you did. What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?"

I looked up into his eyes, my breath catching in the back of my throat. I knew what he'd threatened, but I didn't want to say it out loud. His eyebrows rose expectantly, and I stepped from one foot to the other, nervously trying to delay the inevitable by not saying anything at all. But when he cleared his throat, I knew I'd run out of time.

"That you'd take off your belt," I breathed, my voice trembling nervously.

"Exactly. Get in my office, naughty girl," he growled.

Knowing he was more than serious, I stepped forward, and he guided me out of the bathroom and into his office.

"I told you to go home," he reminded me, his voice firm, as he took my upper arm into his grasp. I gasped, not from pain, but from his rough handling as he directed me towards the desk.

"I'm sorry," I answered, my voice soft.

"Clearly you need some reminding about the importance of obedience," he said, his voice a gentle purr that did little to reveal the trouble I was in.

"I thought I was helping," I tried, unable to hide that fact that I was proud of myself for trying.

"I know you did," he said gruffly, "Honestly, I'm a little impressed, but that still doesn't change the fact that you disobeyed me and put yourself at risk, so I'm going to deal with you in exactly the way you need to be dealt with."

I shivered at the dark intent in his voice. I couldn't help it as my inner walls fluttered with desire at his threat, even as fear rumbled deep in the marrow of my bones.

"If you're impressed, then maybe you shouldn't use your belt," I said hopefully.

"You can keep trying, but there's no way you're leaving this room without that gorgeous ass bright red and well-marked," he warned, and I couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies in my belly at his tone.

He guided me around his desk and positioned me over it, his big body caging me in. His hand landed on my lower back, gently pressing down, and I leaned forward, the cool wooden surface against my cheek.

He didn't immediately reach for my skirt. Instead, his hands moved to my waist, sliding down the zipper gently, but purposefully. The fabric slid from my hips, falling to the floor. He helped me step out of it, and then I heard him take a step back.

He took his time, admiring my lacey red panties before he reached forward and ran his hands along the waistband that clung to my hips. His fingers teased the delicate material, the tips gliding along the fabric and brushing the top of my ass. He repeated the motion, and I trembled, my thighs instinctively clenching together with need before he finally grasped my panties and slowly pulled them down.

The silky material fell to the floor, baring me completely. His fingers glided over the skin of my bottom and down my thighs, and the fiery tingle of his touch rushed straight to my core.

"Open your legs for me," he instructed.

I did as he commanded without hesitation, not wanting to dig my grave even deeper, and then I felt his fingers brush between my thighs. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I could hear him chuckling softly behind me.

"Such a needy girl," he murmured, and I couldn't argue with him. My pussy was dripping wet, practically begging for him to fill it. There was nothing I could do to hide it either.

"Sir," I whispered, my embarrassment more than a little apparent by the trembling of my voice.

"I told you to leave this office, and then to go home, and not only did you not do both of those things, you had the nerve to hide in my bathroom and record a private conversation that you were clearly not supposed to be a part of. What do you have to say for yourself, naughty girl?"

"I was just trying to help," I whispered.

"I'm impressed you'd go to such lengths just to get what you need, my filthy little slut," he purred.

"What? What do I need?" I asked, my voice skipping a beat when his fingers drifted lightly over my clit, causing me to jump a little off the desk as a spiral of heat surged through my body like a bolt of lightning. I was suddenly breathless, and I had no doubt that was his intention.

"First, you need that gorgeous ass welted from my belt," he began, and I shivered with heat. He'd threatened it several times since we'd first met. Maybe he was right. Maybe my curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I did need him to follow through on his promise.

But there was more to his threat that he'd left unsaid.

"And?" I braved, and he chuckled lightly.

"And then you're going to find out what a punishment fucking feels like in that tight virgin asshole," he threatened.

My eyes opened wide, and I almost bolted away from the desk, but his hand pressed down on my lower back, pinning me in place.

"Please," I whispered, though what it was a plea for, I wasn't sure.

"Don't pretend like you don't want it, my needy little slut. You've been asking for this since the moment we met."

His words sent a jolt of arousal coursing through me. Despite my protests, I knew he was right.

He took a step back, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading my legs wide, exposing my pussy and asshole and the dripping arousal I had hoped to hide by trying to press them together.

"You have the most beautiful body," he complimented, and I blushed, a warm surge of desire tumbling through my body.

"Thank you," I managed.

He gave me a soft chuckle and the sound made me blush even harder.

"This big, beautiful ass has needed to be dealt with thoroughly for a long time, my needy slut. You needed a man like me to show you what it's made for, that it's to be spanked, played with, and thoroughly fucked, didn't you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my pulse quickening.

"Good. Now, you're going to take what you need like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," I answered, a bit breathlessly.

"That's my girl," he said approvingly, his big palm sliding over my exposed bottom.

His touch was gentle, but firm, and his hand cupped the curve of one ass cheek before he smacked it hard enough for the sting to take me by surprise.

I let out a startled gasp as the shock of his palm against my tender skin spread across the surface of my flesh. The sting was intense, but it quickly morphed into a delicious burn that sent a tingling heat radiating throughout my body.

I breathed inward, trying to take what he gave me gracefully, but then a second smack followed on the other side, and I let out a quiet yelp.

I closed my eyes and focused on the heat spreading across my ass, the sharp sting quickly becoming an all-encompassing burn that set my entire body on fire.

He didn't relent, but I didn't expect him to.

Instead, he kept using his hand all that much harder, much more firmly than ever before, and the toll of his stinging spanks quickly took my breath away.

The smacks rained down hard and fast, and within moments, his palm had reduced me to a whimpering, quivering mess.

My body was aflame, a mix of pleasure and pain rippling through me, and I found myself pushing back against his punishing palm.

Then he took a step back and unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather strap sliding through the buckle let out a gentle swish, and I stiffened.

"You don't have to use the belt," I protested, and he smacked my ass hard. The sting caught me off guard, and I bit my lip.

"You need this. Your pussy is soaking wet. You're aroused by the idea of me punishing you with my belt, aren't you?" he pressed, and I hid my face in my hands, my bare lower half feeling exceptionally vulnerable and utterly exposed.

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly, feeling a hot flush creeping up my neck at the same time that my abs tensed with desire.

"That's my girl," he praised, and a wave of arousal washed over me.

"It's okay," he continued. "There's nothing wrong with needing me to deal with you the way you need to be dealt with," he murmured, his fingers grazing across my scalded backside. I found my hips inadvertently lifting to meet his touch, and I drew in a heated breath at the realization.

I couldn't deny it. His hand had me ready to beg, and I didn't want to imagine what the belt would do. The fact was that he was right. I had found myself thinking of his belt several times in the past, and had I not been in his bed at night, I would have most certainly touched myself while thinking about him doing exactly this.

At that moment, I realized that this was my deepest, darkest fantasy brought to life, a real punishment with my boss' belt right here over his desk.

A shiver of heat raced down my spine.

He moved behind me, and I felt the leather strap glide over the curves of my bare bottom. My breath hitched and my ass clenched a little reflexively, but he didn't thrash me with the belt quite yet. Instead, he teased me with it, prolonging the inevitable and driving my passionate need high into the clouds.

My clit pulsed to the beat of its own drum.

"Have you thought about this moment, my beautiful girl?" he asked, dragging the leather strap over my sensitive flesh. "Thought about what it would feel like to have me stripe this big, beautiful ass with my belt until it was bright red, burning and well-marked?

My pussy practically spasmed at his words. Heat rushed through my veins as the sting from his hand faded away. The anticipation of the lash swirled through me, and I hummed nervously, waiting and wanting.

"Answer me," he growled, smacking me hard across my bottom with the flat of his palm.

"Yes!" I squealed.

"Good girl. Now, are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered. The anticipation was nearly killing me at this point. My clit was throbbing hard, begging to be touched, begging to be licked, and my pussy was practically weeping with my arousal at this point. I could even feel it rolling down my inner thighs.

"Remember, you need this, my beautiful girl," he promised, and with that, he snapped the leather belt across my bare bottom.

The impact was instant, the sting a mixture of heat and pain, enough to take my breath away and make me cry out. A line of fire erupted across both cheeks, rising, and intensifying as the seconds passed, and my back arched as I tried to take the pain. Rolling up onto my toes, the stinging fire rose, billowing outwards only to be followed by a much stronger wave of pleasure.

My breath hitched as I realized that was only the first strike.

Then the second hit, right below the first. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out, the sensation more intense, the pain intensifying for several long moments before my pussy flooded with arousal. I'd take this as gracefully as I could.

He took his time, letting each lash sink in and waiting a long moment before the third lash fell. It struck right beneath the first two, the scalding line of fire almost more than I could bear for the briefest of seconds before it began to fade, only to be replaced by a wave of pleasure.

My head dropped to the desk, and I clenched my eyes shut as the belt cracked again, striking across the curves of my ass. My back arched, my bottom instinctively pushing upwards as a rush of air escaped my lungs.

After that, the belt started falling harder, faster, more viciously with every stroke.

He whipped the belt back and forth, the sharp, crisp snaps of leather cracking against my bottom, the lines of fire spreading outwards until they consumed every inch of my skin. The pain was intense, searing, but mixed with the pleasure, I found myself growing wetter and wetter despite the pain.

I rose up on my tip toes, the pain rolling through me in one brutal wave after the next, but still, it felt like my body had come alive. Energy simmered through every nerve, radiating with sensation so powerful that it consumed me.

I felt the belt strike the center of both ass cheeks at the same time, the lash biting deep into the crease where my ass met the tops of my thighs. My hands balled into fists, and a strangled whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it.

"It's alright, my sweet girl. You can cry out if you need to. I know it hurts," he coaxed, and I squeezed my eyes shut as a vicious stroke lashed the tops of my thighs.

I reached out in front of me, grasping the edge of the desk and holding on as the belt bit into my ass again, a little harder. Another cry escaped me, and there was no stopping the next, or the one after that.

I was completely helpless, pinned down by the relentless lashing, and the only thing I could do was try and bear the pain as the fire raged across my naked ass. I could feel each welt rising until my entire backside felt like it was on fire.

The belting continued, and I soon grew used to the steady cadence. I knew what to expect. The pain that followed every lash. The pleasure that inevitably washed over me, and the need for more taking over completely.

My cries turned to needy moans, and just when the pain started to overwhelm me, the lashes slowed. I clenched my eyes shut, wondering how much more I would have to take. Tears welled in my eyes, but they didn't fall because suddenly, the belting stopped.

"Such a good girl. You took that so well," he praised, and my heart swelled with emotion. His fingers glided over the welts on my ass, and I hissed at the stinging pain. He chuckled darkly, the sound making me shiver at the same time that my core clenched hard.

His finger slid down the seam of my ass, teasing the tightly puckered entrance, and I gasped at the sensation. His touch was gentle but firm, and it sent a shockwave of arousal coursing through my veins.

"What else do you need, my beautiful slut?" he asked, and my breath caught in the back of my throat. I bit my lip, not wanting to answer, but ultimately knowing I was going to have to. He popped my ass with a firm smack, and a yelp fell off my lips before I could stop it.

"I can't say it," I whined.

The belt whipped down hard across the tops of my thighs, three times in quick succession, and I keened, the sting far more intense than any time before, and that's when I realized that he had been holding back.

"More," I breathed, before I could stop myself.

"You need more of my belt, greedy girl?" he asked, his tone a bit surprised.

"Yes," I admitted, and his hand pressed down in the center of my lower back.

"You want me to punish you, don't you?"

I didn't want to say it, but a ‘yes" slipped free from my lips before I knew I had spoken out loud.

"Hold on, pretty girl. This is going to hurt," he said darkly, and I gripped the edge of the desk a bit more firmly. Knowing I'd asked for this, I raised my bottom a little higher, almost like I was seeking out the belt before it lashed me again, this time more viciously than any of the others.

It took my breath away from the very start.

The next blow landed, and then the next, and the next, and then the one after that. They came down so fast and hard, one right after the other, and I could barely breathe.

I lost myself in the rise and fall of the belt, and then something happened. I began to soar.

The pain, the pleasure, the intensity of everything, all of it blended together, and a rush of energy pulsed through me.

My body started to shake, the sensations overwhelming, the pain mixing with the pleasure, the sting of the leather morphing into something far more intense.

In a rush, his fingers slid between my thighs and brushed over the top of my clit, and I fell apart. An orgasm ripped through me. I was so lost in the haze that I could barely breathe. Tears welled in my eyes and leaked down my cheeks.

I didn't know if the tears falling were from the pain or the intensity, but as the spasms rocked me, I realized it was both. Waves of heat rolled through me like a hurricane, bands of pleasure pelting me over and over until I came completely undone.

When it was over, I was a quivering, shaking mess, gasping for air.

He didn't touch me right away. Instead, he waited until the aftershocks subsided, and the trembling in my limbs lessened.

"You deserve more than just a hard belting, don't you, my needy little slut?"

His words were like a cool glass of water, and I couldn't swallow them down fast enough. His fingers trailed across the welts that marked my ass, almost like he was admiring each and every one, and I shivered, the aftereffects of my orgasm beginning to fade only to be replaced by a more vicious raw need.

"Yes, sir," I whispered.

He moved towards the edge of the desk, and I heard his zipper slowly slide down. A moment later, the hard, thick length of his cock sprang free and rested against my thigh.

He leaned over me, the heat from his body searing my already scalded flesh.

"Tell me what you need," he coaxed, and I shivered there against the desk, my ass on fire and my pussy screaming for more.

I knew what I wanted, but even worse, I knew that he wanted it too.

My asshole clenched knowingly, almost like it was anticipating his cock, and my core surged with arousal.

I didn't want to need this.

But I didn't have a choice.

"I need…" I began.

"You can do it, my good little slut," he praised, and all of a sudden, his words made my own roll off my tongue.

"I need you to fuck my bottom," I managed, and he chuckled darkly.

"I've known you've needed this for a long time."

My fingers tightened along the edge of the desk as he grasped my ass and spread my cheeks wide open. I cried out, embarrassed and ashamed and impossibly needy.

I did need this.

I needed to know what it was like.

And even though I hated him for knowing it too, I also couldn't deny that his knowledge turned me on even more.

He released my ass cheeks for a moment. I bit my lip as he opened a drawer in his desk. Turning my head, I watched as he pulled out a bottle of lube. His hard cock pressed against my backside, practically throbbing with his own arousal.

I closed my eyes as he slowly squirted a dollop of lubricant into his palm and stroked his cock. Thoroughly, he lubed his shaft and then spread my ass again, only to squirt some directly on top of my asshole. I flinched and went to press up against the desk, but his hand on my lower back kept me firmly in place.

"It's okay," he crooned, his slick thumb circling the tight ring of muscle. "It's time, and you've earned this, my good girl."

I bit my lip, trying not to let a moan slip past and failing. He pushed the tip of his thumb against my bottom hole, and I clenched tight, trying to fight him, even though I knew this was happening whether I liked it or not.

My pussy tensed with pleasure just at the thought.

He smacked my ass hard. "Relax, naughty girl."

His hand landed firmly, his fingers digging into the crease where my bottom met the top of my thighs. It didn't take much more than that to remind me that I was his to handle and do with as he pleased, and a shiver of need passed through me and zinged right to my clit.

His thumb pressed past my tight ring of muscle despite my protests, thoroughly slickened by the lubricant. He stretched me open with that single digit, and the burning pain made my thighs quiver, but that didn't stop him.

It just seemed to urge him on even further.

His thumb thrust in and out, opening me up slowly but surely. His other hand glided up the side of my thigh, his fingers reaching for my clit and gently teasing. My pussy was practically gushing, and my body trembled.

Then he pulled his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers, and the wave of blazing soreness amped up once again. I whimpered, the deep ache taking me by surprise. I hadn't expected it to hurt this much.

I gulped.

His cock was much, much bigger than two of his fingers.

Then he added a third, and I keened, the burning stretch almost more than I could bear.

"That's it," he coaxed. "You're opening up so nicely. Your ass is perfect for fucking, my sweet little slut. Don't fight it."

It was difficult to do as he bade. My body almost seemed to react of its own accord, clenching and tightening and trying to force him out, but my pussy pulsed with pleasure at the exact same time. His fingers brushed over my clit, again and again, and I had the distinct feeling that I was going to come this way whether I wanted to or not.

And it was going to be hard.

This was wrong. I shouldn't want this. It was utterly wicked, entirely too taboo, and even through the pain, I knew I was lying to myself.

I did want this.

I did need this.

My fingers gripped the desk harder, and I rose up on the balls of my feet, my thighs spreading a bit wider as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper, his thumb strumming against my clit, and I shuddered hard, already on the cusp of another orgasm.

I didn't know how it happened. I just knew I was already there.

"I think you're ready, needy girl," he murmured, and then he pulled his fingers free from my asshole. The feeling of emptiness caught me by surprise, but then the blazing hot, blunt head of his cock pressed against my asshole, and I nearly jumped right off the desk.

"I can't!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, you can," he answered, and his hands grabbed the curve of my hips and held me still.

The tip pressed against me, and I clenched reflexively, but with a growl, he pushed against me.

I thought it had hurt before.

I had been wrong.

The searing pain as he stretched me bordered on a deep, billowing agony that surged up and down my spine the harder he pressed against my asshole. In a panic, my body tightened, the flare of pain intensified, and I realized that his member was far bigger than I was ready for.

He'd stretched me, prepared me some, but not nearly enough for the monstrosity of his cock.

With a startled gasp, I pushed against the desk, and he held me in place, his hand against my lower back.

"It hurts!" I screeched.

Sure, I'd taken his cock in my pussy and in my mouth, but it felt far bigger as it was pressing into my ass than ever before.

"I know," he answered. "It's supposed to."

A surge of fear and arousal rippled through me, and the combination of the two was almost more than I could stand.

When the bulbous head of his cock finally popped inside of me, the pain relented for just a moment before he pushed another inch inside my needy little hole.

The pain rushed back in like a tidal wave.

"Please, wait," I begged.

"Not this time, my needy little slut," he replied.

My eyes closed, and my forehead dropped to the desk, and with that, he began to slowly press himself even further inside of me. The invasion was slow and steady and agonizing, but he didn't relent, and I didn't expect him to.

I wanted to ask him to take it out, wanted to demand it, but my pride swelled up from the tips of my toes, telling me I could take this, telling me I needed this.

I had no idea it would be this intense.

He didn't give me a moment's rest, no time to catch my breath as he buried his cock deep inside of me, my pussy clenching hard and aching for him.

He reached for me and grabbed the hair at the back of my scalp in his fist. Wrenching me off the desk, he growled, and I cried out.

"It's too big, isn't it?"

I opened my mouth to say yes, but then he cut me off which a savage smack to the ass. Instead of answering him, the stinging pain caused me to cry out.

"Too bad," he growled.

My thighs trembled and my body quaked, but that didn't stop him. He didn't allow me to catch my breath.

"That's it," he coaxed. "You're taking my cock in your ass so well.

He pulled out and drove himself back in, ignoring my cries of pain and pleasure. Without meaning to, I moaned, and that's when my bottom fucking truly began.

His cock pistoned in and out, the pain giving way to a different sort of pleasure. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me backwards against him as he fucked me. The angle caused his cock to press in even deeper, and a cry fell off my lips, the pain morphing into a heated bliss that I didn't want but was going to take anyway.

"You need this," he reminded me, his lips on the shell of my ear, and I knew it was true.

"Yes," I panted.

"Say it," he ordered.

"I need my bottom fucked," I cried out, his cock surging into me viciously hard.

With that, my fucking truly began. His pelvis slammed into my welted ass, causing a fresh wave of scalding sting to rattle through me, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

I could only take.

His cock speared me, filling me fuller than I ever thought possible, the pain and pleasure a swirling mixture that made it hard for me to tell one from the other.

"Your bottom is so tight," he praised, his hips thrusting faster and faster, and I moaned.

I couldn't help the pleasure starting to spiral through my limbs.

I couldn't help the way my toes curled, or the way his thrusts actually started turning from distinctly painful to deliciously good.

I couldn't help the need surging through me.

I couldn't help that his cock brought me to the edge once more.

He pulled me backwards against him, his arm wrapping around my waist, his fingers strumming over my clit.

"Sir, please, I'm going to come!"

"Come on my cock, my dirty little whore."

His words undid me.

I shattered, and I was swept away, his cock filling me completely, my pussy spasming hard and fast, the pleasure overwhelming me, and I found myself flying, floating away on a sea of ecstasy that threatened to drown me.

Wave after wave of pleasure smashed into me like waves against a cliffside, rocking me back and forth and driving my head utterly into the clouds, and I started falling with no end in sight.

My sore asshole clenched around his cock, pain and pleasure morphing into one endless sensation that threatened to consume me from the inside out.

I could hardly stand it.

But I took it anyway.

"That's my good little slut. Now come again for me. I'm far from through with this tight hole," he demanded.

He didn't relent, didn't stop his punishing thrusts as he slammed his cock deep inside my asshole, his fingers strumming my clit until my head was spinning, and the only thing I could focus on was the next wave of pleasure, the next orgasm, the next breath.

And the one after that.

The second one crashed over me, and he kept fucking my bottom.

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop the screams of pleasure from falling off my lips, couldn't keep the moans quiet as he took what was his, couldn't keep my orgasm from ripping through me with enough force to sweep the world right out from under my feet.

He didn't stop, even though I pleaded with him to, and he didn't stop when the third orgasm slammed into me with enough force to make me feel like the earth was quaking, or maybe that was just my body, trembling and shaking and falling apart beneath him.

He didn't stop when tears started dripping down my cheeks either. Raw sensation overwhelmed me from the inside out, and then I came again, exquisite, agonizing bliss tearing me open. I screamed through that climax, and the one after that, and the one after that, until I no longer knew up from down or left from right.

The worst part was that he didn't show any signs of slowing down. In fact, he seemingly picked up the pace, fucking my ass harder and faster with every thrust.

I didn't know how much more I could take.

When I came once more, the waves of pleasure didn't wash over me, they washed through me, a torrent of sensations that stole my breath and the very essence of who I was.

I knew I'd never be the same again.

His cock throbbed inside me, and I knew he was close, or at least, I hoped he was.

"Please come, sir," I begged.

"Do you need my come in this greedy little hole?" he asked darkly, and a surge of pleasure zinged straight to my clit.

"Yes!"

"Then come one more time for me," he demanded, and I cried out, not knowing if I could take any more and also knowing that I couldn't stop the storm from breaking over me all the same.

"Yes, sir!"

As he continued fucking my ass, his fingers strummed against my clit until the last orgasm finally broke, and I was left trembling, quivering, and utterly breathless.

My head spun, the sensations overwhelming, the pleasure taking me by storm.

He thrust hard and fast, and I knew the moment his cock spurted his come inside of me because his fingers dug into the curves of my hips, and he groaned, a long, low, deep sound that I felt in the very marrow of my bones.

I shuddered as his cock jerked inside of me, his come spilling out and filling every inch of my bottom.

I whimpered.

When his cock was finally spent, he pulled out, and his come slowly dripped out of my bottom. I flushed, my face red hot. I went to stand up, and my knees buckled, threatening to give out beneath me and he swept me off my feet and into his lap.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly, and his lips pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, his breath warm and his heart racing just as hard as mine.

"You were perfect, my beautiful girl," he crooned, his fingers running gently through my hair.

I don't know how long he held me for, but it was for a long time.

I curled up into him, listening to the steady beat of his heart as my own started to return to a more normal pace.

I was sore, exhausted, and more satisfied than I thought possible, but I could only admit one thing.

He was right. That was utterly perfect.