When I was free, I said, “Thank you, Master.”
“I’m going to make love to you now. During our time together, there are times when we’ll have plain vanilla sex. It won’t happen often, but because this is your first time, I’m going to take things slow. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle because you drive me fucking insane, and I’m having a hard time controlling myself. But I promise I’m going to give you everything you want.”
The words “I love you” sat on the tip of my tongue. I wanted him to know, to understand how strong my feelings for him were. Logically, love seemed way too much, too soon, but emotionally, I couldn’t deny that was how I felt. I held back and didn’t say it.
I draped my arms around his neck and crushed my lips to his. Our kiss was tender and deep, and it was as if he was committing everything about me to memory.
He ran his hands up and down my body—massaging, grabbing, tweaking, and fondling. A throb beat between my legs. How I held back when he placed the vibrator on my clit, I’d never know. The pleasure was as overwhelming as it was thrilling.
The second he slid inside me, I’d climax because, right now, I was seconds away, and that was from just kissing him.
He climbed onto the bed and gathered me in his arms. The sincerity in his touch took my breath away.
“I’m never going to hurt you, Sweet Charli. You’re everything I didn’t know I was waiting for.”
I ran the tip of my thumb over his lips.
“And I’ll never ever hurt you,” he promised. “Other than in a way you’ll like. For the sake of pleasure.”
He positioned himself on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Will this hurt?” I asked in a whisper.
“It might, but I’ll do everything I can to make it painless.”
He reached down and guided his shaft to my entrance.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
When the head of his cock first entered me, my heart skipped, and my breath whooshed out. There was no pain, only fullness, and a slight burn as my channel stretched for him. He stilled, but I dug my nails into his back, urging him to continue.
“Don’t stop. Make love to me.”
He angled his hips, and with one deep thrust, he pushed in. I called out his name. My walls clamped around him and held him deep inside.
He was mine.
Forever mine.
No matter where the years or time took us, he would always be my first, and this experience and these memories would always be mine.
I ground my hips against his, needing him to give my body what it ached for.
“More,” I begged. “More.”
He might be the Dom, but I was the one in control.
“You’re killing me,” he said. “Fucking killing me.”
I gave a triumphant smile as Max pumped in and out of me, taking us close to the edge.
Tingles began in my toes and worked their way up my body, coiling tighter and tighter when they reached the apex of my thighs. I thrashed against him, seeking my climax. Then, with one powerful thrust from Max, I lost it.
Nonsensical words fell from my lips. I was screaming, crying, sobbing, begging. My pussy muscles clasped his cock and refused to release him.
“Do you want me to come?” he asked.
“Yes,” I cried. “Let me feel you.”
Like a man possessed, he pumped his hips and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I dug my heels into his lower back, urging him to go as deep as he could.
On a growl, he bit out my name, and I felt his cum spurt inside me. I orgasmed for the second time. This one stronger than the last.
“I love you.”
My words were so low, they weren’t even a whisper. There was no way he heard them, but I had to say them to release them from my heart.Chapter 10 - MaxI woke up early and left Charli sleeping. As tempting as it was to wake her up and fuck her again, I decided to let my pet rest. She would need all the sleep she could get.
My heart palpitated, thinking about what had occurred between us. And it wasn’t just physical for me. For the first time, it was also emotional. I was falling head over heels in love with her.
I went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us. It surprised most people that I cooked. Not because of my gender so much as my position and wealth.
Everyone assumed I’d have staff to cook for me. Other than Cedric, and a few cleaners, there weren’t any staff to speak of, though. I liked my privacy.
It was the first time in years I’d made waffles for two. Elsa had taught me when I was ten, and they’d been a favorite of mine since. But I usually enjoyed them alone. Now I wanted to share everything with Charli.