Because he knew she wouldn’t be able to deny him. He’d branded her. She understood that now. The nipple rings and VCH enhanced their play, but they also were things only Henry could see, only Henry would ever get to touch. They were reminders that her body belonged to him because she’d given it to him.
Henry didn’t even have a tattoo.
That didn’t seem fair.
She felt the plug against her and gritted her teeth. She loved this part, and it only proved how perverted she was. Or maybe it proved how deeply intimacy affected her. Maybe the sex reflected the relationship. What she loved about anal was that frission that went up her spine telling her this wasn’t what should happen, that this was slightly wrong. Except it wasn’t. It was beautiful and required adjustment and work to make it glorious. It was something that got better over time.
“What you don’t understand is that sometimes the lie is only there to protect the most precious truth.” He’d lubed up that plug. She could feel it. This was something they’d done enough that she was trained to take a plug, had muscle memory of the pleasure this would bring her. He pressed the plug to her and gently rotated it.
She let a deep breath out and flattened her back, allowing Henry full access to her.
“The truth is I love our life so much, I would have done anything to protect it,” he said. “Hate me for being a ruthless bastard. Hate me for doing whatever it took to keep you. But never think that my love is a lie. It was the only thing real in my life back then. It’s the only thing that matters now.”
She pushed back against the plug, needing the sensation. He could say whatever he liked in this place but she still needed time, and she would get it. For however long he was gone, she would take it and think.
“Henry, please.” It wasn’t a plea for him to move faster or to stop the physical act. It was begging him to not force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
He ruthlessly moved that plug in and out, fucking her ass with it. “You please me on every level. And I’ll stop. It’s hard. There’s nothing I like to talk about more than you. Ask anyone. I annoy them. But for now, I’ll give you the only thing you’ll let me give you.”
The plug slid in, opening her and making her deliciously vulnerable. She let the sensation wash over her. She’d missed this so much. For weeks she’d needed to feel like a woman and not merely an expectant mother. “Please fuck me, Henry.”
“You want me to fuck your little asshole? Is that what you want? I’m going to need you to be specific because it’s been a while since I’ve felt that tight hole around my dick.”
Those were better words. Sex words. She could handle those words. “I want you to fuck my ass, Henry. I want to feel you there. You seem to think I didn’t miss it, but I did. I missed that big cock of yours. I missed it in my pussy and in my ass and in my mouth.”
She’d missed his hands on her, moving slowly, caressing up and down her back in the early hours of the morning and late at night. She’d missed the comfort of his body next to hers.
And she’d definitely missed being his sub, letting go in the way she only could when he was close to her.
He pulled the plug and she heard him moving behind her. He would have brought out everything he needed because Henry was like a Boy Scout when it came to sex. Always prepared.
Or a ruthless operative. Had he tortured with the efficiency of a Dom, never having to stop to do anything so bland as washing up? He would have prepared for that. He wouldn’t have to go back into the bathroom to ensure he could touch her anywhere he needed to. He would have everything he needed to ensure her safety and pleasure.
Then she felt the hard ridge of his erection against the seam of her ass as his hands gripped her hips and moved her into position.
“You’ll take this from me.”
She’d never taken it from anyone but him. He’d been her only lover. When she’d met him, she’d discovered how different he was from the other men she’d known. She’d realized how dangerous he would be, and she’d still taken the chance because no one had ever moved her the way Henry could.
“Yes. I’ll take this.” Maybe this was where they should start connecting. Sex had always been good. She might not be able to open her heart again, but he owned her body.
His dick started to breach her, discomfort quickly giving way to a familiar heat. She let her head drop forward, panting as he worked his way into her ass. So big. He felt huge in her ass, and even as she was stretched tight, she found herself pressing back, trying to take more of him.
One hand came around and she gasped as he touched her VCH, the pad of his finger running over it and making it press against her clitoris.
It was only a matter of time then. Between the cock fucking her ass and the way he was pressing down on her clit, she couldn’t last long. She wanted it to take forever, to be stuck in this place where the pleasure built and built, but he was too good, knew her body far too well.
Her eyes rolled back as the wave of her orgasm hit her, stronger than she’d felt it before. It seemed to go on and on until Henry stiffened behind her and she felt heat flood her as he came.
He kissed the back of her neck before pulling away from her. She
