Page 135 of Her Sloth

“Granted,” I tell her, and a deep moan escapes her as she stops moving and arches into the chains.

Her heavy breaths are audible even though we have the music on, and I allow her a moment of rest.

“Up,” I then say and slap her ass.

I slip the dildo out, remove the strap, and hold the dildo in front of her mouth.

“Suck it clean.”

She does as told. Not just in any way, but so lusciously I can’t control myself anymore. I want to feel her mouth.

I drop it to the ground.

“You’ll make me come with your mouth,” I say as I step around her from behind and pull her head back and down as far as possible. I pull myself a bit higher on the motor lift so I can get my pussy onto her face.

She starts licking, drawing circles around my clit.

I am so turned on; I won’t need long to come.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” I say, and she does as told.

“Mhhhhmmm,” I breathe out, followed by a deep growl.

Waves of desire roll through me, building in my core until it explodes—I relax my body and my juices explode over her as relief spreads through my entire body.

I feel it for another moment before I get off her, lick my juices from squirting off her face, and then kiss her.

While I do, I remove the clamps from her nipple. She bends and grunts in pain. I just keep kissing her as a distraction from the pain and then letting down the lift with one hand.

I guide her down, as I kneel behind her, supporting her with my body. I remove the chains, massage her shoulders, and lean her into me, kiss her wet hair, and hold her.

“That was epic,” she says after a while when the trembling stopped.

“Yeah,” I answer, lost in thought.

“So you really gave up L.A.?” she says, looking at me over her shoulder.

“It was about time I followed my heart.”

She grins.

“You could’ve used the garage we already own,” she says.

“Yes, and yet, I need this to be mine,” I say. “I lived my entire life for others; this needs to be mine.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she says and kisses me before she gets up.

I smile faintly because I had to explain everything my entire life, and with her, I can just be. Sometimes talking. Often in silence.

“Marry me,” I say out of the blue.

She gapes at me. “What?” she stammers out.

I get up, cup her face. “Marry me.”

“Yes,” she says.

“Yes?”