I let out a violent scream at the deeper contact, at the way he was hitting a new side of me, reaching a part that I didn’t even know I possessed. His hand spread wide against my chest and pressed on my thorax slowly to feel the air pushing in and out of my lungs in the same rhythm as the dance he was performing inside of me.
“You’re fine, Nora,” he groaned, before his hand reached up, fingers tightening against my throat. “Take it like the good girl I know you are.” With that, he squeezed, halting the air supply that was freely flowing into my lungs.
Panic pushed through my veins at that moment. The way he was pumping into me, with rage and brutality, pushing my body up and down with each thrust and his hand locking away the air from my lungs.
Making me all his. Truly. Fully.
Completely his.
His to own.
His to fuck.
His to determine every breath that came into me.
The realisation absolutely terrified me. But I fucking loved it.
I must have been a pool of wetness because each thrust came easier, as though my body was accepting its new owner, and I had nothing else to do but let him set the rhythm.
I inhaled only when he relaxed his fingers around my windpipe, I moaned only when he allowed me enough time to do so in between those desperate thrusts, and I came on his cock like I never had before. I clenched around him over and over, my body barely recovering from the fall over the edge and still… I wanted… I wanted…
Dahr must have sensed my need, because he lifted his gaze to mine from where he was looking at our joining. “More?” He guessed the words I couldn’t find.
I barely had enough strength left to nod.
With that, the man took ownership of my body yet again and released my leg from the unquenchable hold he had it in, only to slide it over his shoulder. And then grab my other leg to do exactly the same. His height lifted my body upwards, pushing his length deeper into me and, only a few thrusts later, I found myself screaming his name and begging for more.
“Just like that Dahr, just like that. God!!! It feels so good,” I kept saying over and over, my mind wrapping around the movement of his cock inside of me, on the way he kept splittingme open with brutal thrusts, on the slapping sounds his skin made when clashing against mine.
This was everything. Everything and more.
This in itself was a work of art, a masterpiece of sensation, a pleasure so intense that it could not be described into words. It could only be devoured and worshipped, just like Dahr did to my body for the rest of the day. Until I screamed his name so many times, it became the only word I remembered.
Until this god of fire became the only deity I wanted to worship.
And worship him I did.
If last night was filled with magic and delirious pleasure, the morning came with regret and vengeful self-hatred. For a second morning in a row, I woke up wrapped in Dahr’s arms, only this time, instead of feeling affection and fondness towards the man, I felt emotionally ruined.
And I knew, I only had myself to blame for it.
What had started like a simple artist-muse relationship, where I wanted nothing but to enjoy Dahr’s body and every single pleasurable sensation it brought against my own, turned into a sinful experience where I felt like I had touched the deepest circle of hell. And not only did I not feel remorse for it, but I had enjoyed every single moment.
I had let myself drift away into the realms of sexual bliss and forgot about my situation and my plans. I let myself forget that, even though he was fighting his own battles, this man was my captor. These people, even though respectful when I walked by Dahr’s side, were the enemy. And one word from him was enough to change my status once again and lose that kindness I had suddenly merited.
I couldn’t do this.
I couldn’t stay here and lie in this bed, I couldn’t let myself fall prey to my own desires again and above all, I couldn’t let that growing erection Dahr was sporting against my ass get near me ever again.
Fine, it was the best sex I ever had. And I would always cherish the memory. The way this man had played with my body, how he’d entwined sensation and drilled ecstasy into my core and how, every single time he found his release, he let himself fall into my embrace and trailed long kisses on my skin.
It was amazing.
But it was one night.
And that night had to end.
Pushing determination into my spirit and not letting myself lose the bravado I had woken up with, I pushed Dahr’s hand away and shimmied out of the bed.
