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with the shape of his hand overlaying the stinging red
lines he’d left earlier with the cane.
    Determined to keep me in this position, he
doesn’t let go of my hair this time. With one fluid movement, he
shifts behind me and buries his cock in my pussy. The sense of
fullness and satisfaction is so complete I scream with relief. He
resumes his earlier driving pace, slamming into me over and over.
My muscles flutter and contract, embracing his erection each time
it slides over my g-spot. He tugs on my hair hard, using it for
leverage, and my neck arches sharply so I’m staring at the ceiling.
Or, would be, if I weren’t still wearing the blindfold.
    One of Todd’s rules for his submissive
partners, and one of the most difficult for me, is that they are
not allowed to climax until after he does. Every cell in my body is
begging for release—has been since I peeled the ginger—and it’s
difficult for me to hold that back now. Especially because he likes
to draw things out in a dance of deprivation. It’s beautiful,
horrible torture. I try to focus on my breathing, the bite of the
carpet on my already rug burned knees, anything to distract myself
from the swelling tide of pleasure that is sure to sweep me under
if I let down my resistance for even a fraction of a second.
    “Fuck. So good.” Todd paws at the strings
holding the blindfold in place and when it finally comes free, I
whimper and squint, my already watering eyes oversensitive to the
light. He leans over my back then, one hand encircling my throat
and turning my face awkwardly to the side. With the other hand, he
reaches under me, slapping my clit with two fingers. Groaning
miserably, I squeeze my eyes closed, wishing I still had the
blindfold. If I came now, without his permission, it wouldn’t be
the first time. But today, I’d rather die than orgasm first because
I don’t want our last encounter to be disappointing for either of
us. And he’s so close, I can feel his cock throb inside of me. I
just need to hold on a little bit longer.
    “Gonna come.”
    I jerk my head, intending to nod but not
really able to do so properly.
    “Come with me.”
    He spanks my clit again, sending a bolt of
intense pleasure throbbing through my veins to settle in my pussy
with a bloom of scalding heat. I’m so lost in that feeling it takes
me a second to realize what he’s said. He wants me to come with
him? His declaration is so confusing, so out of character, I might
break the no-speaking-unless-spoken-to rule and ask what he meant.
But I don’t have a chance because after one more sharp slap to my
clit, he starts to stroke it, firmly and with perfect rhythm to
chase all thought away. All that’s left of me is that pulsing
cluster of nerve endings. So when he says it again, this time with
the tone of command, I’m helpless to do anything but obey.
    My climax is so powerful I almost pass out.
The only thing keeping me lucid is Todd’s own shout of release.
I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms in my life—plenty of them with
Todd—but this one, it’s different in a way I can’t define. I gasp
for breath, hyper-aware of Todd’s hands on my body, his hips
grinding against me, his cock pulsing inside of me.
    Utterly exhausted and completely spent, we
collapse together into a sweaty heap on the floor. Todd rolls away
from me, disposing of the condom, and when he returns, he gathers
me against his chest, idly caressing my back, petting and soothing
me. The last of my orgasm is drifting away and with it the freedom
I always feel during a scene. I sniffle against his chest, hating
myself even as I do it, but reality is crashing in on me. I hate
that I have to leave, I hate that things can’t be different, I hate
that Todd is a damn good man and yet, he isn’t the man for me.
    Neither of us says anything for a long time
and when he finally does, I’ve managed to get some control over my
raw emotions.
    “God, I wish we weren’t so fucked up,
Jen.”
    That was the