He slipped his hand up to my throat and lifted my chin to force me to meet his eyes in the mirror. He was almost panting, his chest rising and falling feverishly as he pulled back, drawing himself halfway from my body. There was a glitter in his stoic gaze, a deadly glint that betrayed his lust as he pushed back in. His cock moved deeper and deeper, the silky skin of his length rubbing against the tight ring of muscle.
I gripped the desk, my mouth falling open. His lips twitched and he reached around and dipped his fingers into the dripping wetness and swirled it over my clit. Yes, my God, yes. He swiped his fingers over the sensitive nub, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked my asshole. The combination had my orgasm rising so fast I saw stars in the corner of my vision and I lost control of my body as I came.
Pleasure moved through me in waves and I clung to the desk and rode it out helplessly, my ears ringing and my body trembling beneath him. He swore, weaving his fingers into my hair and bending my throat back.
“Take it, baby,” he purred, his breath hot on my neck. “Goddamn, take it in your ass like a good, little fucktoy, like my good, little pet. Who do you belong to, baby?”
I whimpered, broken beneath him. “You, I belong to you.”
“Who’s fucking your perfect, tight asshole?”
“Y—you.”
“Say my name, baby,” he urged between heavy breaths. “Tell me who owns you.”
Never had I felt so completely surrendered to anyone in my life. He commanded every brush of pleasure and ounce of pain that rippled through me. And I took it, weak and bent over before him, hanging from his strings like a puppet.
“You own me, Lucien,” I whimpered.
“Fuck yes, baby, fuck yes.” He released my hair, his hands going to the desk on either side of my head as he braced himself. His hips pumped in long, slow, sensual strokes. When I managed to look up and saw him in the mirror, bent over me with his eyes dark and his throat glittering with sweat, a flood of wet arousal gushed down my thigh. I had never seen him so undone, balanced on the brink of losing control.
I wanted him to tip off the edge. I needed to see the rawness beneath his cold, polished exterior, needed to have him fully with no barriers between us. He was my husband; we kissed, fucked, and slept beside each other, but I still didn’t truly know him the way I longed to.
I bent my head to the side, exposing the soft flesh where my neck met my shoulder. There was sharp intake of breath and he swore through his teeth.
“I need to fuck you hard, baby. Can you take it?”
Could I? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted it badly so I nodded. He groaned, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror, his lids heavy and his chest heaving. His length pulled from me slowly and his hand dug into my hips hard enough to spark pain. I winced, and while I was distracted by the sensation, he slammed into me until he was buried to the hilt.
My God, if I didn’t give myself up to him fully, he would tear me apart. My body turned to water, limp beneath him, my head bent back to expose my throat. He fucked into me, his collar soaked in sweat, his lip curled back to expose his teeth, and his lids heavy over his darkened eyes.
Out of nowhere, an orgasm hit me like a storm, tearing through my body and sending a gush of wetness down my thighs. He fucked harder, riding me through the pleasure as my vision flashed and sweat broke out over my body. His mouth dragged over my upper back, licking up my perspiration, a feral growl rumbling in his throat as he tasted me.
Then his movements became abruptly erratic and he pressed his face against my upper back. His cock fucked up into the deepest parts of me and his hips spasmed as he let a moan of utter relief that came from the bottom of his soul. I felt the orgasm pump through his body as he released himself deep inside, filling me.
“I love you,” he breathed, barely loud enough to hear.
I froze, my vision flashing and my breath catching in my lungs. Had he just said that? We stayed locked in place, his mouth hot against my skin and his large body draped over mine as if he wanted to keep me here beneath him forever.
“What did you say?” I whispered.
He lifted his head and licked up the side of my neck. “I said I love you.”
“You do?”
“I wouldn’t lie about that, baby.”
I swallowed through the dryness in my throat. “I love you too.”
He kissed my shoulder, his tongue flicking out again. Then he lifted himself slowly onto his elbows, his cock softening a little, and pulled from my body. A little moan escaped my mouth as he did. There was something deeply satisfying about him finishing in my ass. When we returned downstairs, his cum would still be inside me.
He turned me around, supporting my body with his forearm. My bangs were sweaty and sticking to my forehead and my nipples were raw from chafing against the desk. He brushed my hair back and cradled my face in his big, rough hands.
“Are you alright?”
I nodded. “It was intense. I think I’ll probably be sore tomorrow.”
“Good sore or bad sore?”