Page 84 of Silver

When I think I can manage it, I carefully roll us to one side, remaining inside her. I spoon her, holding her small body against mine. Our hearts are racing. I believe they’re in sync.

I kiss my girl’s neck. I want her lips, but that will have to wait until I’m ready to slide out of her. I’m not right now. I need the connection.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, stroking her forearm with my thumb.

She snuggles closer to me as if she needs the same thing I do. To be one with each other. We’re as close as we can get.

“Are you okay, precious?” I ask when her body finally relaxes.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I know I was hard on you.”

“I liked it,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “Of course you did.” I nibble on her neck. “In the morning, I’m going to shackle your arms to the headboard, climb between your legs, and fuck you face-to-face.”

She sighs like a contented cat. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll be sore, so it will hurt again, but I want to see you wince. In a few days, it won’t be painful anymore.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now that I’ve been inside your cunt, you can expect me to fuck you often, Daphne. I will fuck you whenever I want, however I want, as often as I want.”

“Yes, Sir.” I think there’s a smile in her voice.

My cock is still hard when I finally ease out of her. I roll her onto her stomach and grip the plug. “Push, little slut.”

She whimpers again as she obeys me, helping to ease the glass bulb out of her body.

As I slide from the bed, I command, “Roll onto your back, bend your knees, and spread them. I’ll be right back.”

She groans as she follows my orders. I’m sure she’s sore, probably all over.

I hurry to dispose of the condom, wash the plug, and grab a wet cloth. I’m back quickly to gently wipe my girl’s swollen folds and inspect her. There’s some blood, but not much.

Holding up the cloth for her to see, because I’m a warped bastard, I say, “You bled for me.”

She licks her lips. “I’m going to bleed a lot more in a few days. My period is due. I’ll need supplies.”

“I’ll get what you need, precious.” I bend and kiss her pussy before nibbling along the smooth skin right above her clit. “I’m not joking about you getting a tattoo here one day. Master’s Slut, perhaps. I’ll be thinking about what would be best.”

More sweet whimpers. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers. If she agrees to a future tattoo, she’s really and truly mine.

Rising, I pat her hip. “Go use the bathroom. Be quick about it.” I seem to be incapable of doling out regular orders. I always have to tack on something unnecessary.

While she’s gone, I straighten the covers and fluff up a pillow for her.

She’s flushed when she returns. She looks embarrassed. It’s adorable. After everything we’ve been through, my girl is shy now?

“Come, precious.” I hold out a hand.

“Am I going to sleep in your bed?”

“Yes, Daphne. From now on, you’ll sleep in my arms unless you’ve done something that I disapprove of and need to be punished. Then you’ll sleep alone.”

When I hold out a hand, she takes it. “Naked?”