Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
He sets the flogger aside, and I feel his hands on my heated skin, gentle now, soothing. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the marks he’s left on me. “Marked by me. Mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes something primal and satisfied purr in my chest. “Yours,” I agree breathlessly. “Always yours.”
His fingers find my clit, circling the swollen nub with just enough pressure to make me gasp but not enough to send me over the edge. I’m already so close, wound tight as a spring from the flogging and his praise and the delicious ache in my ass.
“Please,” I whimper, pressing back against his hand. “I’m so close, Donny. Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. Until you’re full of me.”
I whimper in frustration, but I don’t argue. This is the game we play, the dance we’ve perfected. He controls my pleasure, and I surrender to his will completely. It’s the only way I can truly let go.
He moves behind me, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs. Oh god, I’m so ready for him, but still he delays. Teasing me. Edging and torturing me.
When he finally, finally thrusts into me, hard and deep and without warning, I scream with the sudden fullness.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You feel so good. So tight and wet for me.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that has the bench creaking beneath us. Each thrust drives me forward, the friction against my sensitized clit making me see stars. This is what I need—to be taken apart and rebuilt, to be reduced to nothing but sensation and need.
“This what you wanted?” he pants, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back so I have to arch my breasts out. “To be fucked like the desperate little slut you are?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing my ass out and back to meet his thrusts. “God, yes. Harder.”
He obliges, driving into me with a force that borders on violent. The pain from the flogging and the stretch of his cock and the relentless pressure against my clit blur together until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and another begins. I’m floating in a haze of pleasure and pain, completely at his mercy.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Yours,” I sob, my orgasm building like a freight train, unstoppable and overwhelming. “I’m yours, Domhnall. Only yours. Always yours.”
“That’s right,” he says, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “Mine to hurt, mine to heal, mine to love. All of you is mine.”
The words shatter something inside me, some last wall of defense I’ve been clinging to. I come with a scream that tears from my throat like something wild and primal, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I’m vaguely aware of Domhnall shouting my name as he follows me over the edge, his hips slamming against my abused ass as he empties himself inside me.
But even as the aftershocks fade, even as I feel his come leaking down my thighs and his gentle hands soothing the marks he’s left on my skin, I feel something else building. Not another orgasm but something deeper, more profound.
Understanding. Acceptance. Peace.
For so long, I’ve thought of myself as the dark half.
The broken one.
The part of us that had to be hidden away or managed or controlled.
But lying here, marked and claimed and thoroughly used, I finally understand what Domhnall’s been trying to tell me all along.
I’m not the shadow to Anna’s light. We’re not two halves of a broken whole.
We’re both complete, both necessary, both loved exactly as we are.
And as that realization settles into my bones, I feel my consciousness shifting again, flowing like water from one vessel to another. But this time, I don’t fight it. I let it happen, knowing that Anna will be there to catch us both as we fall back into each other.
ANNA
I come back to myself slowly, like surfacing from deep water. We’re still in the dungeon, but Domhnall has moved us to the soft couch in the corner, his arms wrapped around me as we both catch our breath. My skin is flushed and sensitized, marked with the evidence of what just happened, but I feel no shame or embarrassment. Only satisfaction and deep, bone-deep, completion.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs against my hair, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I turn in his arms to look at him, taking in his disheveled hair, the sweat still gleaming on his chest, and the tenderness in his eyes despite the intensity of what we just shared. “Was I gone long?”