Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TRISTAN

Layla has no idea what she's done by opening this door. This will never be enough for me. Watching and listening to her give herself over to me with each passing orgasm is like a tortuous tease of the submission she might not actually give me.

I already want more.

I don't just want her cries and screams. I want her submission. Her obedience. She grows rigid on my lap seconds before exploding into a quivering mess yet again. It's like a fucking drug, and I already need my next fix.

"Does my needy brat know who her perfect little cunt belongs to yet?" I tap the head of the wand to her clit, and she gurgles at the reprieve and blissful torment.

Pressing it firmly against her clit, she painfully groans, "You," as she spasms violently against my chest with her nails digging into the back of my neck .

Finally, I remove the wand from between her legs and flip it off, and I am in awe of her. Beads of sweat glisten over her quivering body. Matted, damp hair clings to her face. But not once did she disobey either of my commands. Her legs are spread wide and her hands are still firmly behind my head.

She's fucking magnificent.

"You aren't done yet, darling," I whisper in her ear as she begins to fall lax against me. "I still need you to tell me how sorry you are as you ride my cock."

"I…I can't," she stammers through her exhaustion, and I slide her from my thighs, revealing my trousers soaked in her arousal.

Undoing my belt and hastily shoving my trousers down my legs, I spin her and drag her onto my lap once more. I bury my face between her pert tits and savor the salty taste of her skin. After firmly palming her ass and lifting her hips, I raise her high enough to press my tip to her still-dripping entrance.

"You can. And you will." I loosen my hold, and she slides over me with ease, causing us both to release a guttural moan as I fill her. Continuing to palm the soft, supple skin of her ass, I help work her over my length as I tenderly swipe away the sweaty hair matted to her face. She's so fucking gorgeous with her ruddy cheeks and quivering lower lip, with that look of sheer exhaustion and pained bliss spreading over her as she begins to squeeze around my cock.

"You did so fucking good for me, taking your correction and doing everything I demanded of you," I praise. "Now, be a good girl and make a mess of yourself again as you come on my cock."

Slipping my fingers into the damp hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her lips to mine and claim her mouth, just in time to swallow her screams as she falls apart on me.

"That's my good girl," I groan against her lips through our kiss. "You feel so fucking good coming around my cock."

Too fucking good.

Way too fucking good.

"I should never have sunk into you bare." I breathlessly kiss the words along the length of her neck as I continue to leisurely guide her hips over every inch of me. "Because I can't fucking bring myself to stop."

Raking her fingers through my hair, her back arches, and she grinds down over me. "Don't stop. I want to know…what it feels like…to have you…fill what's yours."

Oh, fuck…

I don't know if she's still playing or truly giving herself over to me, but it doesn't fucking matter. This is fucking reckless, yet I drive into her— because I don't fucking care about the consequences —and relentlessly pull her over my shaft. Growing painfully more rigid inside of her, I slam into her a final time as I give her exactly what she wants— what we both want .

My cock twitches inside of her as I mark her cunt as mine. Painting her walls with my cum, I continue to thrust into her until she's milking the last of it from me as she quivers around my cock again .

Staying fully seated inside of her, I cup her face with both hands and pepper kisses over her face as I continue to tell her how proud I am of her. Tasting saltiness on my tongue, I pull back to find rogue tears falling over her scarlet cheeks. Tenderly, I wipe them away with my thumbs. "Are you okay, darling?"

Layla purses her lips and tries to hold back more tears as she silently nods. Staring into her eyes, I pull her face back to mine and place a tender, wet kiss on her lips. "I've got you. Talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking," I urge.

She falls into my chest, nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, and her light tears drip onto my skin as she exhales, "It's so much."

My lips on her forehead and fingers grazing over her spine, I hold her close and wait in silence for her to compose her thoughts.

"I read… the women… they talked about it, but I didn't understand…" Her thoughts are scattered and jumbled. "But the connection, the way I could…feel…the trust and knowing that your punishment wasn't nefarious. It makes sense now. It really does come from a different place."

Stroking her face and running my fingers through her hair, I kiss her temple and speak softly, "That feeling—the connection—it only grows with trust in your Dominant. You have no idea how you'll fucking soar when you finally let go fully."

"And then… letting you," she pauses to pull back the tinge of embarrassment in her voice, "come inside of me. I've never... "

And if I have my way, no other man will ever have the pleasure of marking her tight little cunt.

"I mean,"— her head abruptly rises from my shoulder—"I'm on the pill so you don't have to worry?—"

Pulling her back to my chest, I continue to stroke her soft, chestnut hair. "If I had any hesitation about coming inside of you, I wouldn't have. You have no idea what knowing that I'm dripping from you as you fall asleep does to me."

Or how I want everyone to watch me slide down your thighs, knowing that you belong to me.