I closed my eyes as I held myself on top of her, enjoying how tight and warm she was. I leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, comforting her even though nothing could reduce the thickness of my cock.
“Look at me.”
She turned her gaze over her shoulder again, her breathing haywire with her discomfort.
I kissed her hard on the mouth, giving her my tongue. I was buried deep inside her ass in my playroom. It was better than my imagination. My lips moved to her ear, and I kissed the shell. “You know the safe word.” I wanted to push her as far as possible, but she didn’t need to prove anything to me. She was in my playroom, and she was giving her best effort. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
I pulled out my cock until only my tip was inside her. Then I thrust hard, penetrating her with aggression.
She rocked forward and moaned.
I fucked her harder than I ever had before, pounding into her ass with my huge dick. The lube was enough to keep the movements smooth, but I could feel her walls clench around me. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but that wasn’t the point. This was the finale.
Rome squeezed my wrist harder as tears leaked from her eyes. She didn’t cry, but the pain was enough to make her eyes smart and tears drip down her cheeks. Sometimes she moaned, and other times she whimpered with pain.
But she didn’t say the safe word.
“Here it comes, sweetheart…” I never called my other submissives by such an endearing name, but Rome had a special place in my heart. No matter how dominant I was in the playroom, I would always be different with her.
She moaned through the final thrusts, her ass taking a serious pounding.
I inserted myself so far my balls tapped against her pussy. I came with a loud grunt, filling her tight little asshole with my seed. My climax was powerful, the most exhilarating one I’d ever had. It seemed to stretch on forever, never-ending. “Rome…fuck.” I rested my forehead against the back of her head and closed my eyes. I didn’t realize my chest was covered in sweat until I finally stopped to take a breath. My hair was damp from my sweaty scalp. My cock slowly softened inside her, mixed with my come and the lube.
I never wanted to pull out of her.
I wanted to stay just like this forever.
I kissed the back of her neck then wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Now that my darker side was satisfied, I felt the other version of myself come to the surface. I felt Rome underneath me, and I was full of so much joy just from holding her. I buried my face in her hair and enjoyed her smell.
I’d missed her.
I kissed her hairline before I got off her, slowly pulling out my cock to ease the discomfort. Like the gentleman I was, I attended to her with a towel and cleaned her up, kissing her spine as I moved.
I cleaned myself up before I lay on the bed beside her, my hands moving into her hair so I could get a good look at her face. The tears had stopped, but the drops were stained on her cheeks where her makeup had been. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
My need for domination had been satisfied. She must have realized the change in my demeanor but chose to play it safe to avoid another smack. “You can speak freely.” I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
I tasted the salt from her tears, and that gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. “This is what I’ve always wanted…” I brushed my nose against hers before I pulled away. My hand continued to move through her hair, caressing her with the gentleness she deserved. I enjoyed taking her so roughly, but once we were done, I wanted to take care of her. It was such a contrast I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
Her eyes began to dry even though her makeup was smeared. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist and touched me gently. Her eyes hadn’t met mine yet. They stared at the comforter like she was searching for something.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
My fingers moved under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t know what to say, Calloway. What do you say after that?”
I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t truly thought about how she felt. I told her to save the safe word to rid myself of any guilt. Now that I was myself again, I could think more clearly. “Now you know the other side of me. I hope you don’t think he’s too harsh.”