Twisted Together

Tess gritted her teeth. A tear trickled down her cheek.

I froze. “Stop. If you’re in pain. Stop.”

She shook her head. “Do it. You take me. I’ll work through the pain. Please, just do it.”

Two sides of me. Husband and master. The husband hated the idea of his wife in pain. I wanted to cut off my c**k for causing her such discomfort. But the master loved his slave’s agony, drinking on it—getting high on it.

I struggled to stay coherent.

Tess’s hand fell away, placing both palms on either side of her face. Her eyes squeezed tight, giving me complete control.

“I’ll try not to hurt you, esclave,” I grunted, grabbing her h*ps to anchor myself. With my jaw clenched, sweat trickling down my temples, I rocked into her. Time lost all meaning as I worked her, teaching her body I could fit—giving her no choice but to accept.

Centimetre by centimetre, I took her. Fucking worshipping this woman who trusted me so damn much.

Tess’s back glistened with moisture as my last thrust hit resistance.

I’d claimed her. My c**k was as far as it could go—balls resting against her cheeks.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” I whispered, bowing over her, kissing her salty shoulder.

She trembled. “You’re so big.”

I chuckled. “Thanks for the ego stroke, esclave.”

Her lips quirked. “I meant you feel huge. I’m throbbing and aching and sore and…”

My arms bunched. Go on—fuck her. The incessant demand thundered in time with my heart. But I couldn’t. She needed time to adjust—to grow used to the tightness. Wrapping the leash around my fist, I tugged gently. Her spine curved, moving with the collar around her throat.

“What else…you stopped yourself. Tell me. I want to know.” I dragged my teeth along her shoulder, lapping up her fear.

“I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt. That first thrust was worse than awful. But now…it’s fading. I can feel every inch of you. Every nerve ending is assaulted by overwhelming fullness, but the pain is changing…” A look flittered across her face, then she clenched.

I lost my f**king sanity.

Her tight strong muscles clutched my cock, milking me with fire. My stomach seized, my back bowed, my eyes rolled.

My hand came up, landing with a loud smack on her ass. Shit. I didn’t mean to do that.

“Je suis désolé.” I’m sorry. “It just—fuck it feels good.”

She did it again, dragging a stream of curses from my throat.

She laughed, creating even more pressure and sensation around my cock. I slammed a hand on her lower back, forcing her into the mattress. “God—you keep doing that and I’ll blow. I’m holding on barely, Tess.”

“What do you want, Q? Tell me…I want to know.”

I groaned. My vision filled with flushed skin, blood, and tears, but I swallowed those tendencies. I didn’t need them. Not today.

“I want to come in your sweet ass. I want to bruise you, so you’ll know this belongs to me—just like every inch of you does. I want to show you how much I f**king love you.”

Her inner muscles squeezed, hurtling me closer to the edge.

“Do it. I want all of it. Lose yourself in me.”

Lose yourself in me.

Lose yourself.

Damn, how I wanted to. But I couldn’t. Not completely.

With shaking arms, legs, f**king shaking everything, I thrust forward.

Her lips went slack; her eyes popped wide. “Oh.” The surprise echoed around the room. My stomach squeezed tight.

“Does. It. Hurt?” I growled, clutching her hips. I thrust again, rocking more than f**king—making love.

Once.

Twice.

Stop! I had to stop.

Sweat beaded; I battled waves after waves of a very determined orgasm. My balls were marble hard. My quads burned from tensing.

Tess rocked back. “More. Give me more.”

“Tess—” I couldn’t fight anymore. She wanted more. I’d give her more. I fell over her back, imprisoning her to the mattress. My forehead pressed against her shoulder blades and I thrust. Man, I f**king thrust.

She cried out. My heart lurched to a halt but her cries turned to moans. It wasn’t pain lacing her voice—it was pleasure.

“Describe it—what do you feel, esclave?” I whispered hoarsely. My eyes landed on her collar and the inscription: property of Q Mercer. I swallowed a groan of happiness.

“Like…pressure…you’re rubbing and bruising and it feels so strange, but it also feels….”

I drove inside. “Feels?”

Her lips parted in a moan. “It feels good. So good.”

My heart winged. I rocked again, biting the inside of my cheek, staving off another wave of pleasure. “I told you it would feel good.”

Her h*ps arched, pressing into mine, crushing my balls against our bodies. “So good,” she panted. “More, Q. Take me.”

And that was the extent of my self-control. I’d run out of strength.

Seeking her ear, I bit her lobe. “I’m going to take you now, Tess.”

She hummed in her throat.

My fingers looped around the leash, holding her firm. I would ride this woman. This insanely incredible woman. “I’m going to claim you as your husband, master, and owner. I’m going to fill you so deep, you’ll scream.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her body writhing beneath mine.

And that was all I needed.

My forehead resumed its position between her shoulder blades. I let go. My mouth fell wide as pleasure I’d never felt before rocked down my spine. Insanely sharp, spurring me on, slicing my soul into pieces.

I gave myself over to ecstasy. Tess cried out as I made love to her.

Harder.

Harder.

Long and invasive strokes.

Claiming.

Taking.

Loving.

Fucking.

Tess’s fingers opened and closed on the sheets, her pants meeting mine, her body rising to meet my every thrust.

Every second I came undone, losing my sense of self, giving my past, my darkness, my hopes and dreams to my wife. The master of my heart.

I lasted another ten seconds.

Ten mind-splintering seconds of bliss.

The desire in my blood lit a match, annihilating everything in my blood.

This was just the beginning.

The beginning of my eternal happiness.

The beginning of a future I never thought I would have.

I’m married. My sins aren’t awful. My desires aren’t frightful.