Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

ou get another one.”

Oh, fuck.

It landed once more. She cried out again. But kept her eyes open.

Connor smiled. “Good girl.” He placed the flogger down then laid himself between her legs. He suckled on her clit, soothing the pain and turning it into the most intense sort of need she’d ever experienced. Whimpers of pleasure filled the room. He grabbed the plug, twisting it. Pulling it out, pushing it deep. The nerve endings in her ass danced. It drove her insane with arousal.

She needed him. God, she needed him. Slowly, he drew the rubber from her ass. She felt empty, but she knew what was coming next. Her breathing quickened in anticipation. Connor rose and moved into the bathroom. When he returned, he no longer had the plug. He grabbed a condom, rolled it onto his cock before slathering it in lube. He knelt between her legs. “Ready, wildcat?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

She kept her gaze on his face as he nudged at her back hole. The head of his cock started to breach her. It burned and for a moment she thought she wasn’t going to be able to do it. She took a deep breath in, let it out as he slowly drove himself inside her. When he was fully seated, he paused to let them both catch their breaths. She was so full of him.

And she’d never felt closer to him. Not just because he was taking her ass for the first time. But because everything was out in the open. No more secrets. Not more hiding anything.

He kept his gaze on hers, increasing the intimacy.

“You are so beautiful.”

She smiled at him. He drew out of her asshole, dove back in. His fingers reached between their bodies as he fucked her ass. He pressed his finger against her clit, flicking it firmly. Oh hell, it seemed she loved having her ass fucked, because she was already so close to coming.

“Damn, baby.” He glanced down to where he was filling her. Then back up. “This is the fucking best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

He moved his finger against her clit faster, harder. Oh, God. Oh, God. She was going to come again. She arched up, her whole body trembling.

“Oh, yeah, wildcat. Come all around me. That’s it. Feels so fucking good.” He moved his finger from her clit, grasped her around both hips and gave himself over to her. His own shout was loud enough to wake the dead.

When they were all tidied up and lying in bed ten minutes later, with Connor’s head against her breast, her hand running through his hair, she spoke the words she’d been longing to say.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He leaned up on one elbow, looking down at her. “What for?”

“For loving me just the way I am.”

He smiled. “That’s because just the way you are is perfect to me.”