But when the first tingling of my release hits me, panic floods my system. Usually, when I orgasm, my body bows up, and my hips gyrate as I finish it out. But now that I’m pinned by his knife, will my body still react the same way? Luke moves forwards, aligning his face with mine. His fingers work at his cock, forcing his bandaged knuckles to scrape across my skin.
“I want you to look at me. When you come, I want you to know who’s allowing you to orgasm. I don’t want some nameless face or pathetic fantasy to fill your mind. I want it to be me.”
My lips part as I start to crest, spurred on by his filthy words. Even if he wasn’t here in person, he’d still be the one in my head. Groaning, my hips start to buck as my orgasm barrels through me. Lost in the moment, I jerk about, forgetting the knife, but Luke doesn’t.
He pulls away before I can hurt myself. Even as the haze of my orgasm swamps all rational thought, I feel him pulling it out of reach, staying in control of both the knife and my body. Through his own release, even as his cum splashes against my mound as if to mark me, he still has enough wherewithal to not hurt me.
Dropping the knife next to my head, he grips my hip and grinds against me. His thick, pulsing cock glides through both his cum and my arousal, skimming over my outer lips and nudging at my too-sensitive clit. I long to pull away from the intensity of the sensations, but he holds firm, forcing me to endure through gritted teeth and wailed moans.
It doesn’t hurt, not exactly, but it’s far too much. So, so much. But then, he’s still. Only his cock pulses as his hand anchors me to him. Luke’s jubilant shout sends another aftershock through, forcing another groan past my lips.
With the ghost of a smile hovering at the corners of his mouth, Luke pulls away and braces his hand on the wall, looming over me. I want to get lost in those eyes, to wipe away any last trace of pain that dances about in their depths, just out of reach.
We both remain silent for a moment, our bodies heaving as we struggle for breath. But soon, he’s dropping down onto his elbows, leaning down to skim my lips with his. “That’s my good girl. Next time, you’ll be even more still for me, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
The area in between our bodies is sticky and damp, but I don’t care. Normally, my orgasms are pretty good, even though I’m flying solo, but this time, it was far more powerful than I could imagine.
“Thank you, Master.”
With a soft smirk, Luke leans up a little and brushes his lips across my forehead. “You’re welcome, rabbit. Just imagine how good it will feel with my cock inside you, filling you up.”
Groaning, I turn away, not wanting to let him turn me back on. I can’t take another orgasm this soon, but if he keeps talking to me like that, I might have to go for a second round.
I lie there, drained, unable to move. Normally, after an orgasm, I get back up and go about my business, but this is different. I’m not sure if it’s because of the intensity of our interactions or something else, but I just want to curl up and go to sleep.
As I struggle to get up, Luke’s warm hand rests against my breastbone and pushes me back down. The look in his eyes is so sad that I hurt for him all over again. Despite the pressure of his hand, I still push against him, trying to get up, but he holds firm.
“I don’t know aftercare. I don’t do nice and cuddly. Do not expect that of me. But I do know how to take care of my property, and right now, that’s you. Lie back and let me clean you up and look at your neck.”
A warmth settles in my chest as he walks away and ducks into the bathroom. He may claim he doesn’t do aftercare, but what he’s doing is exactly what I need. And to me, that’s aftercare enough.