"Why?" I asked, just to be sure.

"I don't like them, and the pain is manageable."

"You can't do that.  You can't make yourself suffer on my account."

"Don't put this on yourself.  This is how I've always been.  I never could stand to take pain medication, no matter the reason, so as soon as it becomes bearable, I stop."

I shut my eyes tight and took a deep breath, so torn I was doubting myself.

"Please, Mr. Cavendish," she breathed.

She was ruthless.

I was lost.

I turned my head, burrowing my face between her legs, tasting her.

My moan was almost loud enough to drown out hers.

A taste turned into a feast, and I lapped at her, one hand pinching the tip of my c**k to hold off on coming as my other hand delved between her thighs to finger her.

She came undone fast, thank God, as I jammed two fingers into her and pushed my tongue repeatedly against the swollen nub of her clit.

I pulled my face away to look at her as my hands went still, stopping her on the brink.

I didn't have to tell her.  She knew what to do.

She begged.

With a smile, I pulled my fingers loose.

She cried out a protest that I had expected.  Anticipated.

I wanted to be inside of her before she got off.  I wasn't stingy with her pleasure, but it'd been too long, and I couldn't wait even a few more minutes to take my own.

My dick was already out and ready, but I shrugged off my shirt as I stood.

I didn't take off her dress, but pulled the front between her br**sts, baring them for my eyes.  At the sight, I moaned, and shook, and bent to suck the tip of one quivering globe into my mouth with enough pressure to make her cry out hoarsely.  I palmed the other one, filling my hand and squeezing her pliant flesh.

With a curse, I found the buttons at the back of her neck, and pulled the top down, baring her torso.  I pushed her tits together, then loudly sucked my way from one to the other.

She panted my name, still begging.

I straightened with a curse and obliged.

I met her devastating eyes as I plunged into her, filling her at last.  Her tight cunt enfolded me with a welcoming grip.  It was pure heaven to feel what I'd only been able to fantasize about so vividly these past torturous weeks.

Neither of us could stay quiet.  A few cursing, groaning, moaning thrusts later, and I laid her back, pulling her h*ps forward.

"Arms above your head," I told her gruffly, watching her tits move while she did it.  "Keep them there," I told her, eyes moving back to her face as I leaned forward to press my chest to hers, lining us up until my face was just inches from hers.

I kissed her mouth with the barest touch, more sweet than passionate.

It was all I would get for a great while, as that was one of the injured areas.  Her lips looked fine, still lush and whole, but inside I knew that several of her teeth had been reconstructed, along with half of her jaw.  It would take quite some time for her to fully heal.

Even the reminder of her grisly wounds didn't slow my ardor that time.  I was already moving my h*ps in earnest, rutting in her with near mindless abandon.

I watched her eyes as I moved, trying my damnedest to wait for her release.

It was a close thing.  I could have come the second the tip of my c**k made direct contact with her cunt.

I let myself go the instant I felt her tight sheath begin to squeeze me as she orgasmed.  I emptied deep inside of her, pumping out every last bit, still going for minutes afterwards, rubbing it all out, every drop.

I kissed her softly on the mouth again, just the briefest touch before I pulled her dress from where it was bunched at her waist, dragged it down her h*ps and off her, and tossed it over my shoulder.

I took my mouth to her body again, devouring every available inch of her trembling alabaster skin.

I partook of her like a man starved.  Not one bit of her was safe from the base of her jaw to the bottom of her feet.

I pulled out of her as I moved lower, and we both moaned at the loss.

Her arms were still drawn obediently above her head as I suckled my way down to her navel, nuzzling, licking, kissing, inhaling.

I was panting like I'd sprinted a mile when I came up for air.  "Let's go to bed," I told her, voice thick.

The damage was done, the dam broken open, and as I'd known, once I started, I was unable to stop.  I'd wear us both out, rub us raw, before I had my fill.

I straightened, my heavy-lidded eyes fixed with obsessive attention on her pink sex as she lowered her arms and sat up.

Something caught my attention, out of the corner of my eye.

My brows drew together as I turned my head slightly to look.

My eye caught and fixated on a tiny drop of blood that had fallen from one of her closed fists, and dripped onto the edge of the desk.

My breath caught, and I grabbed one of her hands, prying it open.  I found a bloody mess inside, four deep crescent marks cut into her flesh.

With a savage curse, I checked her other hand.  It was the same.

I couldn't even look at her face as I darted away, rushing to grab the first aid kit.

I didn't speak as I tended her wounds, my jaw clenched hard to keep any condemning words from lashing out of me.

Finally, when I was finished, and felt I'd adequately calmed myself, I looked up at her and asked, "Did you do that deliberately?"

She just stared at me for the longest time, her face enigmatic.

Licking her lips, she nodded.




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