The Bride (The Boss 3)

I’d been ready for what’d felt like hours. There’d be no denial of my climax at that point; merely the grip of his hand and the hard pressure of the plug had brought me close.

“Oh, oui, Monsieur,” I groaned as he eased the plug out, then in again. He rocked the widest part over my opening, and I forced myself to relax. Giddy anticipation was fun, but total body rigidity did little to ease anal intercourse.

He took my hand and guided it down to touch the handle of the butt plug.

“I want to change the condom, just to be safe.” He swung his leg over me. “You will fuck yourself with that until I tell you to stop.”

“Merci, Monsieur.” I tried not to think of how I must look, lying on my back, knees bent and wide apart. I knew my face was flushed and felt the sweat on my brow. And I knew that this was exactly as Emir had designed it; there was an undeniable pleasure in watching a sub share something so intimate, without hesitation. Because he’d given me no reason to mistrust him, I wanted only to please him. The exchange was so powerful, for a moment I forgot that I wasn’t always, or didn’t consider myself, a submissive.

He slid on a new condom and slathered himself in lubricant. He used far more than I suspected we would actually need, and I appreciated his consideration. Then he knelt between my legs and slowly twisted the plug free from my body.

“How would you like me, Monseiur?” I asked through parched lips.

“Like this. I want to see you. I want to play with your beautiful cock while I’m fucking you.” He leaned down, planting one elegant hand on the bed beside my ribs. The other he used to guide himself to my ass, and I felt only the slightest pressure before he asked, “Are you ready?”

“Go slow,” I cautioned him.

“Always.” He pushed forward, I inhaled deeply, and the burn of his width stretching me stole my breath. It’s easy to forget how a sexual act feels until you’re doing it again. The shock almost caused me to use the safe word, but Emir’s murmured encouragement allowed me to continue.

“If you want me to stop, I will. There are so many other ways I could get you off.” Even his reassurances held the promise of pleasure.

“No, let’s keep going.” It may have been a while since the last time I’d done this, but at least I remembered that whatever discomfort I felt now would be paid off in full. He moved forward easily, halting now and then to allow me to adjust. I closed my eyes, surrendering total control to the dual sensations of pain and pleasure that zinged along my nerves. Whatever happened was all in his hands now; all I needed to do was feel.

When our bodies met and I’d taken all of him in, he ordered, “Open your eyes, Leif, and look at me.”

It was perhaps the most difficult thing I’d ever done, sustaining eye contact as a submissive partner. It was a defiance of every principle I had built my life around: control, authority, confidence. Submitting to Emir, a younger man, fit, healthy, in his prime, successful beyond even my astronomical good fortune, had possibly been the most threatening thing I’d ever done in my life.

His free hand found my erection, and he slowly stroked me in time to the leisurely, shallow movements of his cock in my ass. “Does that feel better?”

“Oui, Monsieur.” I wanted to direct him, but I bit my tongue and held back. It was his place to steer this encounter, and I was his willing passenger. He would take me faster, harder, but I would have to be patient.

He withdrew, then slowly, steadily sank into me again, and I gasped, still unused to the sensation.

“You feel so good.” As if to illustrate his point, he leaned down and licked me from sternum to collarbones, his tongue burrowing through the hair on my chest. I lifted up from the bed, taking him in just a bit deeper, hoping he would understand that it was all right to move.

And move, he did. Emir had a command of his body that seemed preternatural. Every motion had purpose. The slightest adjustment of his hips produced some new and torturous sensation, a fluttering of his fingers around my cock forced groans from my throat.

The unrelenting chill of the sweat on my skin, the sharp, edge of pain as he fucked me, and the rapid, tightly-gripped strokes of his hand up and down my length all combined into one writhing, mindless force of pure pleasure. I felt his cock as though it stroked the root of mine, and I matched my breaths to his unconsciously.

Emir’s mouth curved in a satisfied grin, but his eyes held a glint of strain as he fought to control his reactions. “Look at you. You love getting fucked, don’t you, Leif?”

“I do, Monsieur.” It came out without a second thought.

“You’re going to make me come,” he hissed. “I’m going to fucking come.”

“Please, Monsieur,” I rasped, so close to my own release that my nerves felt raw and exposed. Whether he granted me permission or not, it was inevitable, but I begged him, “May I?”

“Oh, yes,” he moaned, and though I didn’t know if it was permission or simply an exclamation as he pounded into me, I couldn’t stop myself. I went rigid beneath him, thrusting into his hand, the intense, bone-deep throb of my release taking me out of myself for a blissful few seconds. My cock jerked, spurting into the already slippery latex. I felt the force of my orgasm from the bottoms of my feet to the prickles along my scalp. I may have shouted.

With a hungry growl, Emir grabbed my wrists and pushed them against the bed to steady himself. In my post-orgasmic state, I was too exhausted to be frightened over such a minor restraint. He drove deep, hunched over me with his sweat-damp hair dripping on my chest. Then he threw his head back, and I gritted my teeth against my own ragged, overstimulated nerves as he pulsed inside me.

He withdrew immediately, before the condom could slip off, and rose from the bed.

“Stay here. I will return in a moment.”

Stay? I wasn’t sure I still had the musculature to get up and leave.

I grimaced when I rolled the condom off my penis; the poor fellow was exhausted. Lifting my head resulted in a moment of dizziness, and I closed my eyes until it passed. In contrast to the energized feeling Dominance gave me, submission was physically and emotionally draining.