When he stood, his face glistened with her essence, his cock still rock-hard, jutting proudly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Taste yourself,” he ordered, pulling her into a searing kiss, the flavor of her arousal sharp on his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his chest, but he wasn’t content with just her mouth. He guided her off the counter, bending her over it instead, her ass in the air as he retrieved a small bottle of lube and a butt plug from the same infernal drawer.
“You trust me?” he asked, his voice softer for the first time, though the edge of dominance remained as he coated the plug with lube, his other hand kneading her still-tender cheeks.
She hesitated, her breath ragged, the vulnerability of the position—of letting him take her ass—clashing with the reckless need burning in her core. “Don’t make me regret it,” she finally said, her voice tight, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder with a mix of defiance and surrender.
He smirked, a dark promise in his eyes as he eased the plug into her asshole, slow and deliberate, stretching her with a burn that made her gasp. “Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his free hand stroking her clit to distract from the intrusion, until the plug was seated deep, the pressure foreign but intoxicating. Then he was behind her again, his cock sliding back into her cunt, the fullness of both holes driving her to the brink of madness. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his pace slower now, savoring the way her body gripped him, the way the plug amplified every thrust.
They fucked like animals, raw and unrestrained, the counter creaking under their weight, her moans mingling with his grunts as he edged her toward a third climax. But the power play wasn’t over. As she teetered on the edge, he pulled out, flipping her onto her back on the cold marble, her legs spread wide as he stood over her, stroking his cock with a feral intensity. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice rough, his eyes locked on hers as pre-cum beaded at his tip.
Cherry’s pride warred with her need, her chest heaving, her pussy throbbing, the plug in her ass a constant reminder of his dominance. “Please,” she finally whispered, the word tasting like defeat and victory all at once. “Cum on me. Mark me.”
That was all it took. Gabriel’s jaw clenched, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he ejaculated, hot spunk splattering across her tits, her stomach, painting her in his release. She arched into it, her fingers rubbing her clit frantically, chasing her own release as his cum coated her skin, the rawness of the act pushing her over the edge one last time, her body convulsing under the weight of her orgasm.
They stayed there, panting, the air heavy with the musk of sex and the tang of their combined release. But as Gabriel helped her sit up, his touch gentler now, Cherry’s mind was already spinning. She’d let him dominate tonight, but she’d seen the cracks in his armor—the way he’d hesitated, the way his voice softened when he asked for trust. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
As she adjusted her dress, ignoring the sticky evidence of their encounter, she caught his gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. “Next time, I’m tying you up,” she said, her tone a velvet threat as she sauntered toward the door, leaving him standing there, cock still semi-hard, eyes burning with something dangerously close to obsession.
The game had just begun