She shrieks with the first blow, but I let my arm fly, giving her three more in quick succession. Her entire body is trembling as white rectangular welt lines appear on her ass. They are a stark contrast to the marks from the spanking I’d given her minutes before.
I rub her ass as the tears come, and she sobs. “Yes, yes, yes.” Each word is a chant, and it’s so beautiful, I can’t take a minute longer of not being inside her. I line up my cock, spread her lips so I can get as deep as possible, and slowly enter her, inch by inch, until my pelvis is smashed against the heat of her ass.
I tip my head back and cry out at the glory, the sheer rapture of bonding with her on this plane of existence.
“Oh, Dove, you are my salvation.”
With no words needed, I lean over her body, kiss her neck, her spine, and cup her breasts. I pluck and pull at her overly sensitive nipples until the walls of her sex lock around my cock and she’s coming. Splendidly. My entire body is humming with energy. The gift that she’s given to me tonight is coating every pore with pure love and devotion.
Honor was created for me. To take my hand in all things, pleasure and pain, equally harmonious.
Her body is trembling so much, I grip her chest and haul her up to her knees, letting her lean back against me as I take her. Every stroke of my dick is better than the last. My heart is full inside my chest; my mind is focused on nothing but her and the pleasure between us.
I bring one hand down her front and find her clit hiding in the wet thatch of curls. I pinch her hot bundle of nerves, and she roars, tears dripping down her face onto her chest.
“Nick, God, Nick.” Her head lulls to the side as she gives herself to me.
I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I want more. I rub her clit and fuck her hard, holding her pinned on my cock. She takes me like a champ because that’s what she is. My champion.
Fire burns up my legs from holding the position, and my cock is as hard as granite and ready to blow. My girl is loose-limbed but holding on, her arms around my neck as I fuck her into that ethereal place where nothing exists but serenity and pleasure.
I want one more out of her. As her body shakes in my arms, my balls draw up tight, and I grit my teeth and power her down on my cock until we’re both screaming out in euphoric release.
For what feels like eternity, I gently thrust into her, not wanting to leave the safety of her body, but I realize I’ve become selfish. My girl is a complete ragdoll. She may have even fallen asleep with my dick inside her while leaning against my chest.
I kiss along her neck and rub her body where I can reach. Her breasts, belly, hips, thighs, and up to her face. She hums in delight, the only sign she hasn’t passed out completely.
“Did that hurt good?” I know the answer already.
“Better than good,” she mumbles and then sighs.
I chuckle, pull out, and lay her onto her stomach. Once she’s set, I whisper in her ear. “Be right back. Gonna clean you up and get some lotion.”
She hums again but doesn’t move. A love so pure and profound fills my heart. When I met Honor, I knew there was something special about her. I also knew there was a troubled side. I didn’t know how far that side to her went, but I’m finding the side that loves life, and loves me, is far brighter and bigger than the negative voice inside her.
I’ve taken it as my personal goal to show her what’s out there to live for. She’s incredible at the gym. Whipped my office into shape in a week without any help. I’ve brought more money and members in this week than I have in the last three, and I owe it all to her. She’s filled with marketing ideas, runs the money end of things so effortlessly, and seems to enjoy doing it. I know I should be paying her, but she knows I can’t yet afford it. Not that she needs it.
I don’t even know what she’s worth monetarily, but I know it’s a lot. Frankly, I’ve never cared much about money. As long as money doesn’t get between us, we’ll be fine.
And that voice of hers. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve secretly told Atlas about her. Not that she’s mentioned a deep-seeded desire to become a singer or anything, but he had a great idea about getting her to do an open mic night. Come out of her shell a bit more. All part of my ultimate plan to give her the tools she needs to live life to the fullest. Try new things. Live the life she was meant to live. To believe there is more out there than what she’s lost.
She hasn’t talked much about it, but I know the loss of her brother has been devastating. I can’t begin to understand what that would be like losing one of my sisters, and they’re not even my twin. We haven’t shared everything from inside the womb and beyond. To suffer a loss like that would be catastrophic, but I’m going to teach her to find her own path. And I hope that path will continue to be with me.
After tonight, the gift she gave, the trust… I lean my hands against the sink basin and stare at my reflection. I’ve never known such love. To allow me to lose myself in her after the hell I suffered in that nightmare…to react so
