Chapter 37

37

June

That's all the warning I get before he notches his dick at my opening, and, in one smooth move, he impales me. Pain lights up my nerve pathway. I open my mouth to cry out, but the sound sticks in my mouth.

"Are you okay?" He planks over me.

When I don't reply, he pushes up on one arm and cups my cheek. "Talk to me baby, is it too much for you?" He begins to withdraw, but I push my heels into his back.

"Don't stop," I gasp out. "Please."

He fills me up and stretches me, and it feels like too much. It feels like he's consuming me. Like he's splitting me in two and pinning me to the bed, and it feels so fucking perfect. He's finally giving in to his desire for me. He's wedged into me, pressing down on my inner walls, and it feels perfect. It feels like he's finally owning me. And filling me up in a way that leaves no doubt that we're finally joined. His cock throbs inside me, signaling his desire for me. Heat from his body pours over me, surrounds me, presses down on my chest. Combined with the bolts of pain zipping out from my nipples and my clit, it's overwhelming.

Tears knock behind my eyes. The sensations build inside me, and it feels so intense. I tug at my hands, wanting to touch him, and almost cry when I'm unable to do so.

He seems to sense my need for more contact, for he presses his forehead to mine. "You're so fucking tight. So hot. So wet. You feel like a dream, baby."

I make a sound deep in my throat.

He understands what I want, for he brushes his lips over mine. "You take me so beautifully." His praise fills a vacant space deep inside I hadn't realized existed. Warmth curls in my chest. My throat closes. A tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye, and he licks it up.

"You're crying," he murmurs.

"No." I shake my head. "It feels like a lot, is all."

It feels like I'm finally, utterly, completely yours. I'm your submissive. Only yours.

Only when I hear my words, do I realize I've said them aloud.

His shaft extends further inside me, and I feel like he's splitting me in two. Then, he closes his mouth over mine, and when his tongue mimics the intrusion of his dick, my belly flutters. Moisture pools in between my legs. I wrestle with the bindings around my wrists, wanting to touch him. Being unable to do so at will adds a layer of expectation which turns me on even more. He continues to kiss me, and when he sucks on my tongue, it feels like he's swallowing me up. I squirm under him, and his dick throbs inside me. He has me pinned in place, and I strain to get even closer to him.

Still kissing me, he pulls back, then propels his hips forward. This time, he sinks even deeper inside, and tendrils of sensation radiate out from where we're connected. His cock knocks against the clamp around my clit. Sparks flash out from where we're joined. He releases my mouth and peers deeply into my eyes. So deep. So blue. There are silver sparks deep inside, and again, I feel like I'm being absorbed into him.

He pulls back, and when he plunges inside me again, jolts of pleasure-pain spiral up my spine. My head spins. It feels like I'm caught in a tsunami of desire that threatens to turn my reality upside down.

"More, please," I gasp .

His nostrils flare. His gaze narrows until being at the receiving end of all that intensity is almost too much. Then he begins to drill into me. Each time he thrusts inside me, the angle is such that he hits the clamp, which pinches my clit tighter. The choke holds on the most sensitive parts of me, and the way the ridges of his cock dig into the soft walls of my pussy have me crying out, moaning, whimpering, and making noises I don't recognize.

He slides his hand down to pluck at the clamp on one of my nipples, and heat crashes into my core. My pussy clenches down on his dick and he groans, "Fuck, baby, you're killing me."

He pulls out, stays poised at the rim of my slit, then kicks his hips forward again. He sinks so deep inside me, I swear, I can feel him in my throat. For a second, we stay motionless. His gaze entwined with mine. His dick brushing up against that part of me which no one else has touched. It's so intimate, my climax begins to build in my core.

"Knox," I whisper, "please…" I'm not sure what I'm asking him for, but it seems to spur him into action. He begins to fuck me with that single-minded intensity I've always found irresistible about him. He doesn't avert his gaze from mine. It's the single most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. The fact that he's making love to me while looking deeply into my eyes ignites my soul, draws sparks in my heart, and turns my entire body into a cauldron of churning emotions.

Or maybe, that's the climax, building and building, until it seems to engulf my entire body. And when he thrusts into me again with a grunt and simultaneously reaches down and removes the clamp from my cunt, then also from my nipples, the blood flows to those parts. The pins-and-needles-like pain zips out to meet in my core, and the pleasure that follows is unlike anything I've ever experienced.

It builds and builds, it fills me and flows over me, and it crashes into me. I open my mouth to scream, and he places his lips over mine drawing it in.

He reaches up to untie my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck. I hold onto him as the orgasm grips my body. It seems to go on and on, all while he continues to fuck me. I'm aware of him grunting as he comes inside me before darkness pulls me under.

When I open my eyes, he's still inside me and watching me with concern. "How are you feeling? "

"I'm good." My voice comes out as a croak, and I spoil the effect by yawning. "Just very, very sleepy." I close my eyes and snuggle into his arms. I turn my cheek into the hard wall of his chest and yawn again.

"I'll be right back." He kisses the top of my head and pulls away to stand. I snuggle into the pillow, tracking his broad back, the sculpted musculature of his butt, and the powerful thighs that he uses to propel himself in the direction of the bathroom. The light comes on. I hear water running, the sound of the toilet flushing, then he walks out. The bathroom door is half open, and silhouetted against the light, he looks almost godly. With the breadth of his shoulders, those rippling abs, and the concave stomach, he's a Michelangelo statue come to life. Then my mind registers the fact that he's already erect, and his cock is much larger, much thicker, much more mesmerizing than any I've seen on any renaissance statue.

"You're staring," he murmurs as he draws closer.

"You're erect."

"It's a normal state with you."

He reaches the bed, then squeezes out something from a tube. When he touches it to my nipple, I sigh. "Aloe, to soothe the chafed skin." He does the same to my other nipple, then to my clit.

The slight burn on my skin fades away. A cool sensation takes its place. "That feels so good." He completes his ministrations, caps the tube, and sets it aside. Then he slides into bed and coaxes me to turn on my side so he can spoon me. "Thank you, wife." He kisses the top of my head.

"For what?" I yawn again, already half asleep.

"For making me feel whole again."

There's a tenderness in his voice I haven't heard before. A rawness I didn't think he was capable of. I begin to turn to see his face, but he stops me with his grip on my hip. "Go to sleep," he orders.

His cock is insistent at the small of my back, and when he wraps me in those big arms, I feel safe and secure…and warm…and so cherished. It feels incredible to have my Sir's complete attention, and his gratitude. It feels like I've finally come home. A place where I belong. I'm not only June, adopted daughter. I'm Knox's wife. I'm my Sir's submissive. My master's woman. And he's my husband. He's mine. I, too, feel complete in a way I hadn't realized I needed. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

When I wake up next, it's to find his head between my legs, and his wicked tongue licking up my slit. He swipes his tongue up my pussy lips and liquid heat eases into my veins. I lower my head and grip his hair, and realize he untied me, at some point.

He peers up at me and his lips twitch. "Close your eyes."

His voice is bossy enough that I comply. Or maybe, it's because I feel deliciously warm and hedonistically sexy, and so very taken care of. To be the cynosure of his attention is the most amazing feeling in the world. To be the object of his attention, the crux of his intentness, the sole target of his concentration, makes my head spin. My chest grows warm, and my skin feels overly sensitive.

He continues to eat me out. He slips his tongue inside my slit while sliding his hands up to cup and massage my breasts. When he plucks at my nipples and bites down on my swollen cunt, I'm so turned on. I orgasm again.

This one is deep and slow, but no less intense. He crawls up my body and kisses me. I taste myself on his mouth, and it's so very decadent—this taste of me, and him, and everything it means. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and when he breaches me, I wince. He senses that little reaction and pauses. "I'm hurting you. I should have waited."

"No!" I cling to him. "I love it. It makes me feel close to you."

In the starlight that pours in through the windows, his eyes glitter. The silver sparks in their depths seem to catch fire. He balances himself on his arms and begins to plough into me. Each time he buries himself inside me, the bed moves up. The headboard crashes against the wall, and I can't stop the giggle that bubbles up. "We're that couple now," I gasp.

"I bought out the floor so no one can hear us."

"Oh." I stare back. Of course, he did. Then he drills into me again, and all thoughts vanish from my mind. If I thought he was deep inside me earlier, it's nothing compared to how thoroughly he penetrates me now. I feel like he's cleaving me in two. Like he's imprinting his cock inside my pussy, like he's leaving his mark on every cell of my body. Like I'm never going to be the same again. A bubble of happiness squeezes my chest. He owns me. He really does. I'll always have this moment when I felt so close to him. When it feels like we're two halves of a whole. Surely, he must have feelings for me for it to feel so incredible.

My heart hurts. My toes curl. My thigh muscles burn with the effort of holding him close. But he doesn't stop. Sweat tickles down his temple and plops on my cheek, and yet, he keeps going. He puts his entire body, mind, and soul behind each plunge into my body.

And I take it. I accept it. I welcome it. My breath catches in my chest. My throat feels raw.

"Come for me," he orders.

I shudder. Surely, I don't have the energy to come again. "I can't," I whisper.

"You can." He leans away from me, giving himself enough space to slap at my breast, I cry out. Goosebumps well up over my torso. A flash of pain sizzles up my nerve endings and arrows to my clit. It sets off a tsunami of pleasure which radiates out from my core.

"You will come for me," he snaps.

There's no mistaking the confidence in his voice. And it spurs me on. It ignites reserves of energy deep inside that I didn't know I had. And then, he slides his fingers under my butt, and when he brushes the forbidden hole between my arse-cheeks, I'm so shocked that I drop into myself completely. That's when he growls again, "Come. Right now."