my mark, rosy red and trembling. I stroked the tender flesh and she did the tiniest movement, pushing her ass back to me, the sight of her pussy making me forget about aftercare, because I wasn't done.
I gripped her ass, rolling her soft skin in my palms before I spread her cheeks and looked at her. She was beautiful, dripping wet with desire.
I leaned in, burying my mouth where it belonged, discovering the sweet taste of her flesh. Of her want. She pumped her hips, fucking my tongue, groaning that she wanted more.
Deeper.
I told myself that I wasn't giving in, that I was still in control as I strode to the side table, tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth and slipping the latex over my rock hard length. She was still on the bed, her chest against the mattress, her ass in the air, her head to the side, watching me with fascination.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” she whispered, like she was still dreaming. Like it was the one thing, she wanted, needed, in the whole world.
“Yes,” I answered gruffly, because I knew that our needs were aligned. I had to be inside her.
I guided myself into her, slipping just inside her tightness. I felt her clench the head, trying to pull me inside. I put both hands on her hips, knowing I needed something to hold on to so I didn't completely lose control.
And then she started grinding her hips. Using my cock. Losing her mind.
I plunged inside her with abandon. Digging my fingers into her hips, not caring about rules or safewords or anything except getting her to that place. To bliss.
I wanted her to come.
The last thing on my mind was getting off because I knew that was the key; letting this wild submissive strip me down, would take me there. Take us to a place that should have terrified me. But I let go too, feeling her climax rush up to meet me like a wave crashing into the shore. There was no warning and she knocked the air out of me. Any final shreds of control disintegrated and I was calling out her name.
Not Sin.
Sophia.
Not even sated, but my conscience and damning rationality peeking through, I pulled from her. The only piece of anything either of us had on were the masks. I got so caught up in her that I didn’t even remember undressing, just tearing off whatever kept us from being skin to skin. Flesh to flesh.
The masks were a reminder that we were at Hush. And here, all I could be to her, to anyone, was a Dom. Hearing her say that she liked me, and knowing full well I liked her too, I slipped off the bed, ready to put myself back together and get out of there before either one of us did anything else that would get us in trouble.
She gripped my hand, drawing my eye to her. Even behind the mask, her eyes were intense. Pleading.
“Stay?” She bit her lip. “Just for a little while.”
If I was smart, I would have said that I had business to attend to, or better yet, forget the lie and be honest. Staying would just make the inevitable leaving even more painful.
But I'd sealed our fate the moment I told her she was beautiful. The moment I felt the way she felt on the inside. The moment I realized that dominating had a whole other side I hadn't explored...that I liked that she was willful and not docile and obedient.
The moment I realized that I wanted to know her, inside and out.
I didn't let go of her hand. I brought her knuckles to my lips, pressing a kiss on her skin, then I climbed onto the bed beside her.
I closed my eyes as she snuggled up to me, her body soft and warm against mine. “Just for a little while.”
Chapter Four: Sophia
W e cuddled for what felt like hours, and then I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand between our bodies and I grabbed him. I felt him grow in my hands. Pulse. Then his eyes flew open like he caught himself. He held my wrist hostage, stopping me.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice hot with arousal and need.
I didn’t waste any time doing just that. I had to fight the urge to pump my arms in victory