The lack of control, the fact that all I can do is take it. I don’t have to think or plan or do anything but obey. It’s a new kind of freedom in bed.
“Talk to me, Juliana. I want to know how much you like my cock filling you up.” Max orders me.
I groan. Dirty talk is definitely the way to my heart.
“So good. You’re so deep,” I pant. “I like how rough you are. How hard you go.”
“I’ll fuck you as hard you want me.” He proves it by getting even rougher.
His hand squeezes the sides of my throat, making me dizzy and killing every thought. All I can do is feel him. His hips slamming against mine as the sounds of our bodies hitting echoes. I’m so wet I’m practically gushing for him as my pussy grips him tightly.
“Oh fuck. Fuck!” I yell.
“Nice and loud for me, doll.”
“Max!” I yell. “I’m so close, please. Let me come!”
He groans and increases the pace again. I can barely breathe. There’s just pleasure coursing through me so completely and intensely that it nearly feels like torture. I try to hold out, try to keep my body in check so I don’t come.
“Please! I can’t ... I-”
“Come for me, doll.” He orders, pushing my thigh even further up on the bed to get deeper inside me.
I think I actually scream as I come. It feels so good. The buildup, the denial earlier, the way he dominates me and owns me. It’s amazing and freeing. I nearly black out as I reach the peak of my climax.
Max keeps pounding me deep, but positions me so both my thighs are on the bed. He jerks me back and I feel the muscles in my thighs strain a bit, but I’m already tumbling into a second orgasm. I bite the bed as I come, trying to quiet myself.
Max jerks out as the orgasm ebbs, then comes on my ass. I tremble as he releases my legs. They dangle uselessly from the bed. Max pats my side. “You’re wonderful, Juliana.”
He cleans me up, then climbs into the bed, dragging me with him. He has me lay on my belly next to him as he looks over my ass. He nods once. “How does your bottom feel?”
“It stings, but it’s okay.” I hum. How am I this exhausted already?
Max rolls me over and looks at my throat. I realize he’s making sure he wasn’t too rough and smile. He kisses me softly. “I think you like submitting, doll.”
“I think you like earning that,” I reply. “are you okay?”
“I’m fantastic.” He chuckles.
His finger trails down my throat, between my breasts, then between my legs. He pushes two fingers inside me and brings me to another slow orgasm. I tremble and squirm as he continues with his thumb circling my clit at the same time.
“I could do this all night, Juliana. I love watching you come. Your sweet doll face and the way your lips open for me into a little o as your pussy soaks my hand. God youre fucking beautiful.”
He proves he loves watching me by making me come two more times. I grab his wrist when he continues. I’m so oversensitive at this point, it almost hurts. Max chuckles and pulls his hand away, offering me his soaked fingers. I suck them obediently, then kiss him. Max sucks my tongue and groans as he grips the back of my neck.
I flop back when he releases me, entirely exhausted.
“Satisfied?”
“More than,” I murmur.
“I’ll start a bath for you, then get to cooking. Take your time getting up.”
Max kisses me again, then goes to work. It’s sweet that he can be that rough, but remember to be gentle too. After a solid five minutes or so, I get up, nearly fall on my shaky legs, and catch myself on the bed. I give myself another minute and manage to make it to the bath in my room.
I see Max already in the kitchen, whistling to himself as he cooks in just his boxers. He winks at me. “Enjoy your bath, doll.”
I do. The bath is perfect and so is dinner. It’s nothing fancy, but there’s something kind of wonderful about eating a meal I didn’t cook or buy. Max and I finish the night by watching T.V. He’s working on his laptop the whole time, but makes sure to give me attention, ask me questions, and reassuring me that I’m just as important to him as work.