Vegas by Dahlia West Page A

her flushed areolas.
    She was breathing heavily now and juice ran freely from her pussy, trickling down her thighs. Mark skillfully worked her breasts over until she almost come from that alone. She knew, with no small amount of satisfaction, that even though Mark could let her come that way, he wouldn’t. He could never resist being inside her when she peaked. He could tell she was close now. After more than a year together he could play her body like an instrument he’d built himself, with careful patience and expert hands. He never seemed to lose control until he was fucking her; his desire for her overwhelming him just as it did her.
    He tossed the crop onto the work bench beside them and unzipped his jeans. He freed the large bulge and Abby admired it now just as she had a thousand times previously. His thick cock jutted up and she knew it was only a seconds before he impaled her on it. He moved forward, his large hands spanning her hips on either side. Abby deftly wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles together at his back.
    Mark slid his hands behind her, holding her ass, which was buzzing from the earlier whipping. The sensation only added to the experience. He slid in slowly, letting her adjust to him. The anal plug she was wearing made her pussy tighter and it ached when he filled her. She whimpered and he gripped her tighter.
    “I know, pet,” he whispered hoarsely as he fucked her. “I know what you need.”
    Mark needed it too and he was taking her maddeningly slowly. She felt every inch of him spreading her wide. She squeezed him tightly, like a good little pet should, and he groaned. “Come with me, pet,” he ordered. “Come for me.” He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in. Abby’s pussy grasped and clenched, trying to keep him inside. She was so desperate to follow his order that she bounced hard against him, trying frantically to get pressure on her clit. Mark slid out again, pressed the head of his cock against her swollen nub, and rubbed it hard on his way back into her.
    Abby felt the wave of orgasm rising up from her lower belly. She tightened her legs around him. “Oh, good girl,” he said. “Cream for me.” She screamed behind the ball gag as her pussy flooded, coating them both. Mark held her close as he came seconds after, jets of hot semen filling her as his cock pulsed inside her, stretching her impossibly more. “My fucking good girl, coming for her Owner,” he whispered in her ear.
     
     
    Abby pulled her jeans back on, wincing a bit as the fabric hit her reddened ass. Mark caught the look. He never missed anything.
    “Did I go too hard on you?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “No,” she said honestly. She’d feel it all the way home, but that, she’d discovered, was never a bad thing.
    Not satisfied, Mark pulled the t-shirt down over his head and stalked over to her. He pulled her jeans back down over her hips and gazed at her bare ass. She blushed then. In the harsh light of day (though it was technically night now) the things they did seemed slightly embarrassing. Or maybe she was just embarrassed to admit she liked it so much. She had a pretty high threshold for pain and if she told Mark it wasn’t bad, it was the truth. Possibly he even believed her, but he still never failed to mentally catalogue all her bruises and welts, checking for significant damage. When he was finished, he pulled her jeans back up for her.
    “I’ll give you a bath when we get home,” he told her, picking up the crop from the bench.
    Abby loved that part just as much as the sex. She suspected Mark enjoyed it, too. He’d wash her hair and then rub lotion over her welts to soothe them. He might have even made her dessert. She smiled at the prospect. She couldn’t have imagined that being ‘owned’ by a man would ever be something she’d want, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel: loved and cared for. And wasn’t that what everyone wanted?
    Mark bent