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“Yes, sir,” I accentuate with a smile.
“Fuck! Open up.” It’s the only warning I get before he thrusts himself into my mouth, further and further with every stroke. My hands tighten on his ass pulling him closer to me. I want everything he has even if I can’t handle it.
“Breathe through your nose, sunshine. Let me in.”
I relax as much as possible while his thick shaft pounds my throat. My hand massages his balls making Sam call out my name. A sense of pride falls over me for giving him pleasure. I can sense he’s close but he pulls me off before he comes.
“There’s only one place my cum goes.” He lifts me then presses my front to the wall, keeping my hands locked behind my back. Sam kicks open my legs and pounds inside me. His other hand wraps around to circle my clit bringing me back to the edge within minutes.
“Please let me come, sir!” I whine as the explosion bubbles within me waiting for permission to combust.
“That’s my good girl.” He bites down on my lobe causing a strangled moan to escape.
“Do you think you learned your lesson?”
I nod furiously
“I need those words, baby.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry. Please!” I beg as more tears rush down my cheeks.
He pinches my clit hard, lighting the fuse. “Come with me,” he urges. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Shout it for the whole building to hear.”
“It’s yours. It’s always been yours, sir! Fuckkk—” A garbled mess erupts from my mouth as Sam stills inside me. I feel each pulse of his hot come spurt into my channel, causing my release to continue on and on.
Once my hands are free, I wipe the hair from my face but continue to lean against the wall for support. Sam slides out and I instantly miss the connection. His arms circle my waist, pulling me against his body.
“My beautiful chaos,” he purrs into my ear, his voice a velvet melody that dances through the air.
“Hmm, beautiful chaos. I like the sound of that,” I muse.
He turns me to face him, his eyes full of emotion. Sam presses a kiss to the top of my head as he whispers, “You're bold, unapologetic and beautifully messy, princess. The tempest that stirs my heart.” My heart drums in my chest at his words. This is what I’ve always wished for. We stand there together until the water begins to cool.
“Better finish washing up.” He adjusts the knob on the shower to allow us a bit more warmth as we scrub quickly. Sam gently washes between my legs with more care than I’ve ever seen from him. He takes care of me. He actually likes taking care of me. He may be a Dominant in every way but he also enjoys the aftercare aspect. Maybe even more, making him even more irresistible.
Chapter 18
Marcy
“Hop on the counter so I can bandage your hands,” he instructs. Without hesitation, I climb on trying to hold the towel in place. Sam rummages through drawers until he finds what he’s looking for. It hasn’t been long since I used this first aid kit on him. It seems like so long ago but it’s only been a few days. My emotional limit has been pushed and pulled in all directions, making me exhausted.
“Let me see.” Sam grabs my hand and places it on my thigh. The bruising is really starting to show. He tsks but pulls out some ointment and bandages. The cuts aren’t too bad but considering they were packed with mud, I’m sure he wants to take precaution against infection.
Before he gets started, he hesitates for a moment then looks up at me. I can see the irritation before the words come. “How am I supposed to take care of you, if you can’t take care of yourself?” he questions. I’m lost for an answer. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for almost twenty years now.
“How dare you say that? I’ve been the only one who cares for me for more than half my life. I’ve made it this far!” I seethe as my breathing picks up.
“Your hands tell a different story.” I pull back from him as if his words burn me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the anger boiling inside me.
“I got emotional at the cemetery. It doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself, Sam!” I scoff and turn away, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Hey, it’s me, sunshine. Why are you getting so defensive?” He brushes a wet chunk of hair from my face, then firmly tilts my chin to look at him. “I don’t like seeing you hurt. It makes me feel like I’m not doing my job.”
“You don’t have to take care of me. I’ve said it over and over. I can do it all on my own, dammit.” The floodgates break and tears flow down my cheeks like intertwining rivers.
“I’m not going to say this again so you best listen. It is my responsibility and pleasure to care for you. It’s something I don’t take lightly. Not only am I your Dom but your mentor, teacher, and protector. I want what’s best for you no matter what.” Sam cups my face, swirling his thumb over my cheek. I don’t know why I have the urge to fight him on this. I’m just…scared.
“I finally got you, princess. I’m not letting anything take you away. So deliberately hurting yourself or putting yourself in danger, that shit stops now.” My eyes glisten with unshed tears as they stare into his.
