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himself on strong arms. It moves over me back and forth, barely
parting me. I keep lifting myself up to him, wanting him, inviting him, needing
him until new tears fall beneath the eye covering. After what seems like an eternity of his
teasing, he enters me. The darkness only heightens the pleasure. Not being able
to see him, or know what’s coming next, existing on feelings alone—all of this
is amplified by my loss of vision. The head of his shaft sits in my opening
almost hesitantly, then without warning he pushes all the way into me, spearing
me. “Oh!” I gasp then bite my lower lip. The fast
entry is followed by equally fast and hard thrusts, rocking me and pushing my
body forward. I reach out slowly with my hands, waiting to see if his voice
will command me to stop. It doesn’t, and I wrap my arms around his ass, pulling
him as deep as I can, wanting him farther and farther in me. But instead of
following my grasping, Mark changes pace, slowing down and moving in long
strokes. A master of control, he changes everything
right as I am building to an unforgettable climax and keeps me hovering in
frustrated glee at the top of that clinching feeling. A sharp pain shoots
through my breast and I realized he has leaned over and taken my nipple in his
mouth, sucking fast and hard, sending me into a bucking frenzy underneath him.
I pump my hips faster and faster on his cock trying to increase his speed.
Finally, as I am about to break, he releases my nipple and pushes me hard
against the bed. Jamming his shaft back into my pussy at full
speed, he rams me, harder and harder until I am nothing but a receptacle of his
power. I can’t hold on any longer. Letting go of his amazing body, I grip the
bed spread and buck wildly underneath him. As I am riding the waves of pleasure,
I hear him growl like a wild wolf finishing his prey and his cum releases into
my raw swollen channel. He collapses beside me and starts laughing
loudly. Cradling my head against his chest he covers my face with soft kisses.
Gently, he removes the blindfold and looks into my eyes; evidence of my tears
still fill the corners. “Mark,” I start to say something but I’m too
weak, too spent to do anything but nestle on him and feel the reassuring warmth
of his body. “Shhhhh,” he nurtures me. “You did well,
Julia. You did so very well.” It’s the last thing I hear before blissful
sleep takes over.
     
    ~~~
    The smell of lemon pepper awakens me from my
slumber. For a moment I think I’m still in the blindfold and he’s holding a
lemon, but I realize I can see. Reaching out for Mark, I’m disappointed to find
I’m still on top of the bed naked, and incredibly sore, but he is nowhere near.
The nightstand has been cleaned and the door to the connected bathroom has been
left open with the light on. It’s still evening outside, but it feels like I’ve
slept for days. Swinging my legs off the bed, I ache from my
midsection all the way up my spine. But it’s a good ache. I smile as I hobble
to the bathroom and fix myself up, putting on my clothes and using the new
brushes, combs and face cloths available. Reset and a little rested, I make my
way through the cavernous apartment following the delicious smell until I
arrive in Mark’s kitchen. “Handsome, sexy and he can cook. Forget Bruce
Wayne. You’re the most eligible bachelor in New York.” “Yes, but Bruce does have a nicer car, and a
cool butler,” Mark smiles in a self-deprecating way that is nothing short of
adorable. I want to run and hug him right now, but I’m not sure of all the
rules of this “submission” and decide to wait for him. He just keeps turning
the salmon on the grill and tossing the salad. “Thank you for the well-stocked powder room,
by the way,” I say coyly. “You might not have a cool butler but some lady takes
care of your bedroom quite well.” “Wrong on both counts, my dear. You should
stick to editing. Intuition and investigation clearly don’t suit