no longer belonged here. Never had. Not really.
Mia turned and smiled back at me. The sunlight caught in wisps of her hair. Her smile let me in and locked out the world. As it always did.
She was my peace, my serenity, and I needed her now more than ever. Mia would always represent innocence to me. She’d always be just as pure as those Italian nuns on that hill. But Mia would know the love of a man, feel his arms around her, receive his tender kisses and, not unlike God, I’d protect her until my dying day.
Mia had slipped into my life with the ease of a sacred miracle.
I made my way in and stood at the center and stared at her. From her expression, I could see she was trying to read mine.
“Submissive,” I whispered.
She came toward me and knelt at my feet, her head bowed, her gaze lowered, her palms turned up on her thighs, knowing what I needed was this.
“Mia,” I said. “I’m going to have to fuck you very hard.”
I gestured for her to rise.
With a sweep of my hand, I gave my next command.
She dragged her dress up and over her head and quickly removed her panties and bra, standing naked before me.
Blindingly fast, I lifted her off the ground and carried her all the way until her back struck the wall. With one quick movement, I raised her up and she flung her legs around to straddle my waist. Her hands were around my neck, while mine firmly clutched her butt to hold her there.
I thrust inside her.
Ramming hard, pounding fiercely, my anger dissipated. Fury fell away with each stroke inside her.
Mia surrendered in my arms, letting me ride her hard and fast, seemingly knowing this furious man fucking her needed his woman to find himself again, and only through her could there be any solace.
My gaze lowered to watch my slick cock, wet from her sex, slide in and out in endless thrusting. My hips pushed forward to raise the pleasure and find that sweet spot inside her.
She whispered, “I need this too.”
“ Mia,” I breathed her name like an incantation.
“ Harder, Cameron,” she moaned. “I need it harder.”
Pounding her pussy, delivering these rapid-fire thrusts, I pressed her further against the wall for leverage.
Her teeth embedded in my shoulder and she came. Her sex owned mine and sent me over with her. This all-consuming pleasure of warmth surrounded me and soaked her.
“ I can’t be without you,” she said.
I lowered her to the ground and stepped back. “Mia, if I change?”
She rested her palm on my cheek. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Mia strolled over to the window and yanked off the gold braid tassel that held the long green velvet drape back. It tumbled closed, darkening the room.
She brought the tassel back to me and offered it up. “Master.”
I took it from her and caressed the fine braid between my finger and thumb.
She held her wrists together. “I’ll always find you.”
Firmly, I weaved the braid around her wrists, binding her, sending her into subspace.
My gaze rose to meet hers. “This is not my home. You are.”
Within seconds, I’d perched on the end of the bed and she sat on my lap with her back to me, her thighs straddling, her sex accepting my length eagerly.
Grasping her by the throat, I demanded, “You will watch.”
A moan escaped her lips as her gaze met mine in our reflection, and then she lowered her eyes to watch how exposed she was, her thighs spread wide, the full view of my cock disappearing inside her sex. Her sensual glide hid me once more, then she pushed herself up slightly to allow the tip to rest at her entrance before she plunged once more, repeating her motion again and again, thighs shuddering, pussy clenching, her nipples erect as I brushed my fingers over them to tweak, squeeze, and pinch.
“ Imagine being watched like this?” I teased.
“ Oh,” she moaned wantonly.
“ Everyone staring at your cunt,” I whispered huskily. “Wondering how you taste, Mia.”
She plunged violently, riding me ever
Mia turned and smiled back at me. The sunlight caught in wisps of her hair. Her smile let me in and locked out the world. As it always did.
She was my peace, my serenity, and I needed her now more than ever. Mia would always represent innocence to me. She’d always be just as pure as those Italian nuns on that hill. But Mia would know the love of a man, feel his arms around her, receive his tender kisses and, not unlike God, I’d protect her until my dying day.
Mia had slipped into my life with the ease of a sacred miracle.
I made my way in and stood at the center and stared at her. From her expression, I could see she was trying to read mine.
“Submissive,” I whispered.
She came toward me and knelt at my feet, her head bowed, her gaze lowered, her palms turned up on her thighs, knowing what I needed was this.
“Mia,” I said. “I’m going to have to fuck you very hard.”
I gestured for her to rise.
With a sweep of my hand, I gave my next command.
She dragged her dress up and over her head and quickly removed her panties and bra, standing naked before me.
Blindingly fast, I lifted her off the ground and carried her all the way until her back struck the wall. With one quick movement, I raised her up and she flung her legs around to straddle my waist. Her hands were around my neck, while mine firmly clutched her butt to hold her there.
I thrust inside her.
Ramming hard, pounding fiercely, my anger dissipated. Fury fell away with each stroke inside her.
Mia surrendered in my arms, letting me ride her hard and fast, seemingly knowing this furious man fucking her needed his woman to find himself again, and only through her could there be any solace.
My gaze lowered to watch my slick cock, wet from her sex, slide in and out in endless thrusting. My hips pushed forward to raise the pleasure and find that sweet spot inside her.
She whispered, “I need this too.”
“ Mia,” I breathed her name like an incantation.
“ Harder, Cameron,” she moaned. “I need it harder.”
Pounding her pussy, delivering these rapid-fire thrusts, I pressed her further against the wall for leverage.
Her teeth embedded in my shoulder and she came. Her sex owned mine and sent me over with her. This all-consuming pleasure of warmth surrounded me and soaked her.
“ I can’t be without you,” she said.
I lowered her to the ground and stepped back. “Mia, if I change?”
She rested her palm on my cheek. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Mia strolled over to the window and yanked off the gold braid tassel that held the long green velvet drape back. It tumbled closed, darkening the room.
She brought the tassel back to me and offered it up. “Master.”
I took it from her and caressed the fine braid between my finger and thumb.
She held her wrists together. “I’ll always find you.”
Firmly, I weaved the braid around her wrists, binding her, sending her into subspace.
My gaze rose to meet hers. “This is not my home. You are.”
Within seconds, I’d perched on the end of the bed and she sat on my lap with her back to me, her thighs straddling, her sex accepting my length eagerly.
Grasping her by the throat, I demanded, “You will watch.”
A moan escaped her lips as her gaze met mine in our reflection, and then she lowered her eyes to watch how exposed she was, her thighs spread wide, the full view of my cock disappearing inside her sex. Her sensual glide hid me once more, then she pushed herself up slightly to allow the tip to rest at her entrance before she plunged once more, repeating her motion again and again, thighs shuddering, pussy clenching, her nipples erect as I brushed my fingers over them to tweak, squeeze, and pinch.
“ Imagine being watched like this?” I teased.
“ Oh,” she moaned wantonly.
“ Everyone staring at your cunt,” I whispered huskily. “Wondering how you taste, Mia.”
She plunged violently, riding me ever
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