“No one has ever submitted to me like that,” he said, pressing me against the wall, his breath hot beside my ear. “You’re a fucking revelation.”
His mouth descended on mine at the same moment he embraced me and made it all worth it. I’d crawl through hell for his kiss.
My unmade platform bed filled the room, but Joseph didn’t lead me to it. There was an enormous full-length mirror I’d purchased at an estate sale last summer which I’d propped up against the wall, and he turned me to face it.
“Is it anchored?” he asked as he put his hands on mine, placing my palms on the cold glass. “I don’t want it to kill us both, although I could think of worse ways to die.”
“It’s anchored.”
I could not stop staring at the reflection of us. My blonde hair was disheveled and the end of the belt hung between my breasts. Behind me, his tattooed skin and lust-filled expression loomed. My hooded eyes searched for his in the mirror.
“Do you believe me when I tell you as your Dom, your safety is the most important thing?”
“Yes, Sir.” His lips ghosted over the curve of my neck, causing shivers and goosebumps. Was he really that concerned about the mirror falling on us? One hand cupped my breast and the other traced down my body until it teased between my legs. Watching him touch me was hotter than molten lava.
“And you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded, distracted by both the visual and the sensation of his movements.
“I’m clean, Noemi. I always use condoms unless I’m in an arrangement and know we’re both all right. You’d be safe if you said it was okay for me not to wear one.”
I tensed. “Now is when you ask if I’m on the pill?”
“No, we don’t have to worry about that.”
His hand stirred faster and I shuddered. How could we not worry about it? It was the whole reason my parents leaped into their ill-fated marriage. “Joseph—”
“They had to use aggressive radiation. I can’t get you pregnant.”
I died a little, hearing what had been taken away from him. Another thing beyond his control. “You can’t have kids?”
His movements slowed to a stop and his gaze found mine, his expression uncomfortably blank. “I can, just not the old fashioned way. I don’t want to talk about that right now.” The fingers stirred and I twitched in response. “I want to talk about whether you want me to put on a condom, or if I can fuck this pussy with nothing between us.”
Joseph’s control was everything to him. He wouldn’t put himself in a position to get sick and have more taken away. And even though I believed him absolutely, I was on birth control, too. His hard dick pressed against me, slipping in the hollow between my legs, so he could rub against my clit. The skin on skin contact caused my eyes to roll back in my head. Think about how good it will feel . . .
I took a hand from the mirror, reached between my legs, and tried to guide him inside. He nudged my hand out of the way and took over, positioning me better so he could bring us together. The head of his dick pushed past my entrance and I gasped. The sensation with the plug . . . it felt good and distracted from the initial discomfort whenever Joseph crept inside.
He was so much bigger than what I was used to. It’s not like he was going to rip me in half, but my body needed time to adjust, and he always seemed aware.
“Jesus,” he said, letting out a long, deep sigh. “You feel so, fucking, good.”
Our breathing synchronized as he drew back and then gently pushed forward, all the way in.
“Fuck,” I whispered, unable to control my mouth. His dirty words were rubbing off on me.
“I’m about to lose my damn mind and fuck you senseless. Get ready.”
I lowered my face closer to the mirror, supporting myself better on my hands and putting my body in a more submissive position. Wordlessly asking for him to do what he’d said he was about to.
When he started, my heart pounded in my chest and thudded so loudly I wondered if he could hear it over the smack of our bodies together. My moans swelled as his steady, furious rhythm did. Every deep thrust touched the plug, reminding me of its filthy presence.
I throbbed and trembled, wanting the wave of pleasure he’d been able to coax out of me before. But he’d had battery-powered help last time. Would he touch me? Could his fingertips sliding on my clit while he pounded into me be enough to get me there?
“I want your hand between my legs, Sir,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”
Heat flashed in his eyes and a thrilled smile crossed his lips. “You asked so nicely.”
I moaned when he touched me. His thrusts sent me further forward until I had my forearms against the glass, and I clenched my hands into fists. Oh, God, it felt so good. My eyes closed and I gave over to the sensations.