His Good Girl

I nodded, pressing my face against his throat.

“I want that. Please. Give me everything you have.”

Trapping me with his hands so I couldn’t move my hips, Dmitry began to piston up into me. I bounced on his lap, my cries muffled by his shoulder and neck. He slapped my ass again and again, the sting mingling with the pleasure of his relentless fucking until my mind went blank and all I could do was feel. Feel him. Feel his cock. Feel his heart beating in time with me.

I’d never been taken like this. Never been dominated so thoroughly, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to give this man everything, because I knew he would give me everything in return. He continued to pound into me, groping my breasts, cupping my ass, the tip of his thumb circling my clit with succinct and skillful movements that had me writhing and begging for release in no time.

“Oh, Dmitry! I’m so close. Please, can I come? Oh, God, let me—”

“Not yet,” he snapped. “Together. You will wait for me, krasavitsa.”

“Yes, sir.”

He growled, his hips moving faster. The pleasure was so great, it was almost painful. Almost too much. Yet, I wasn’t afraid of it. Wasn’t afraid of where he was driving me.

“I’m close, baby,” he rasped. “So fucking close. Come for me. Make that pussy squeeze my cock until I’m drained.”

His permission was all I needed to topple over the edge. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder to quiet my screams as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure ripped through me. I arched and ground into him, tightening around him until he roared, and I felt him explode into me. His hold on me grew painful, but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this moment. Us diving into the abyss together.

When we finally regained our senses and our orgasms faded away, I lay slumped against his firm, muscular chest. He was breathing as hard as I was, and it made me smile to know he’d worked so hard for our mutual pleasure.

“You can truly forgive me for everything I’ve done? You really want to move on with me?” I whispered.

“Of course.” He nodded. Tilting my chin up, he grazed his lips over mine. “How can I be mad about any of it? Everything you did brought us to this moment. I wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world. But from here on out, krasavitsa, no secrets. I mean that.”

I shivered at the firmness in his tone as I nodded.

I couldn’t believe my luck. When I’d first walked into Dmitry’s office, I’d been at rock bottom and so desperate that I’d gone to the man I hated most for help. Yet, it had all led me to the man I loved more than I had ever thought possible. The man who would protect me and pleasure me. Who would cherish and command me.

Who would spank me when I was bad.

And fuck me into oblivion when I was good.

For this man, and this man alone, I wanted to surrender everything, because I knew, when all was said and done, he would surrender everything to me as well. Turning my face up to his, I murmured, “I love you, Dmitry. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

His grin was lazy as he gazed down at me. He stroked my hair as he whispered, “I love you too, Winter.”

THE END