“Damn right.” He asserted and shoved two fingers deep. Bailey cried out, ready to come, her tissues so sensitive she could have sworn he’d impaled her with a lightning rod. Smack! He was spanking her open handed with one arm while he thrust the fingers of his other hand deep inside her. Slap, thrust, slap slap, thrust. Back and forth it went for what felt like an eternity. He was on his knees behind her, finger fucking her with more skill than most guys had with their penis and giving her the spanking of her life. Bailey was quite sure her mind was going to snap if he didn’t take her now. Right now.
“Please! God Nate please!” She begged between delirious moans and cries.
“Please what, sub?” He asked, knowing full well what she wanted, the beast.
“Please, please make me come.” She knew he could, easily. He’d gotten to know her body better than she did and could wring an orgasm from her with barely a flick of his wrist, so she knew he was tormenting her deliberately.
“Make you come?” He chided gently. “Why would I do that? I’m having so much fun.” The last three words were punctuated with hard slaps of his hand on her burning cheeks and the fire spread to her pussy. Bailey went nuts, her hips pumped furiously against his marauding fingers, striving after her climax like a woman possessed.
“Please. Please God, Nate! Please.”
“Why Bailey? Tell me why I should let you come.” He taunted again and Bailey, beyond thought and lost in the throes of subspace, forgot to keep her heart locked. And finally, the words she’d been choking on almost from day one, came pouring out.
“Because I love you!” It almost made her come just finally saying it aloud.
“What’s that?” He asked, smacking her ass faster, and pumping harder with his fingers. “Say it again.” He demanded.
“I love you! Oh God Nate, I do! I love you.” And then, she broke. Like a final snowflake that topples a crest, an avalanche of a release blew threw her system and tore cries from her she was deaf to. Over and over, the sensations blasted through her body with a climax that had her juices splashing on the floor between her knees. All the while, Nate was there, prolonging it and growling out words of praise and encouragement.
Slowly, the world came back into focus but even as the clouds still cast her vision in a filmy glow, Bailey felt Nate shift into position behind her.
“Took you long enough.” He told her and she felt the blunt head of his shaft replace his fingers. “We’re supposed to be honest, remember?” He said, his voice gravelly with passion as he slowly slid all the way in. He was thick and long and heavy within her ultra sensitive sheath and Bailey felt her walls clamp onto him as though she could keep him inside her forever. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me what’s in your heart for months.” He said while he pulled out only to sink back in with a groan. “Why else do you think I tanned your ass?” He asked, smacking it again as though she might have forgotten. “I outta tan it every day for a month for keeping that from me.”
“Wait?” She asked, still blurry with passion. “You knew?”
“Yes.” Three deep hard thrusts cut off her brain again, but then he slowed. “And Bailey?”
“Yes, Sir?” She asked, when she could remember how to form words.
“Since honesty is a two way street;” he pulled so far out she thought he was going to stop; “I love you, too.” Then he slammed back home and kept going. He was just as mindless as she was then, making love to her with an abandon that she’d never felt from him before. Hard, deep pounding thrusts that felt like he was trying to fight his way into her soul, and she was pushing back into them with the same fervor. Desperate to take him with the same intensity that he was taking her. When the end came, it came with a shower of colors exploding behind eyes that had gone blind and to the glorious shouts of him following her right into the abyss.
He loved her. Holy crap, he loved her. Here, at last, they’d found their hidden treasure, buried in the heart of the other. As Nate stumbled to his feet, released her from the stocks and pulled her into his arms, she kissed him and clung tight. Crazy? Too soon? No way. This was her very own happily ever after and she was going to grab it with both hands. And she was never letting go.
The End
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