I Love Luci Ch. 09

"Gods, yes!" I moaned back in response. I could hear the slick, wet, tacky sounds of my juicy quim as he pounded into me, holding my hips with one hand and simultaneously gripping my arched body by the wrap of red hair coiled in his fist. "Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" I gasped over and over, speaking an endless mantra of filth and need. "Gods, Sean, please!"

"Please what, Gwen?" He growled, pulling out, flipping me over onto my back, tearing my clothes off as he did. Somewhere along the way, his shirt had ended up tossed across the room, where my clothes joined in their own little laundry orgy pile.

Sean ran his hard member through my drenched female cleft over and over, teasing my hard clit, causing me to arch, pant, and press my tingling core all over his massaging dick head, crying out as he rubbed it directly over my hooded clit. "Please what?" He asked again, a little smile on his lips.

"Please may I cum?" It was the only aspect of dominance play he seemed to truly appreciate and understand. He loved making me cum, but he also loved forcing me to wait for him, making my orgasm so much more intense.

"No. You do not have permission to cum." He said it without a smile at all, his gaze slicing into mine, as if warning me that he already knew I was contemplating ways in which I might ignore that order. Some BDSM people gave me shit for not being a better submissive and following orders obediently. I always said if they weren't dominant enough to make me obey orders by charisma alone, they were not the Master for me. I would always push and disobey... it took someone very rare to know when to be harsh with me and when to instead pet and cajole me.

Sean may not have considered himself my "Master" in any place, least of all the bedroom, where I excelled in concepts that confounded him frequently, and he would never tell me he owned me. But he would tell me I belonged with him, on rare occasions *to* him, because he knew it turned me on to hear him say it that way. But he knew my body almost as well as I did, and when he did take control... it was like dying and going to heaven for me.

His gaze never left mind as he stopped his teasing and wordlessly buried himself to the hit inside me, gathering my legs up further on his hips as he slid out and back in again in a maddeningly slow rhythm. I felt my eyes roll back the first time he bottomed out in me, bending my body in half so he could slide against my g-spot or hit my cervix, depending on his angle and depth.

He wrapped his hands around my hips, grasping handfuls of flesh as he pulled me more firmly onto his cock while simultaneously thrusting deep within me. It was exquisite and I almost prayed for hand-shaped bruises on my hips and a sore pussy the following day just to remind me of how gloriously hard he had used my body the night before.

I should have had to beg for my orgasm, but I think he saw how far gone I already was, lost in the heat of his rare show of aggression, dominance and ferocity. I lost track of what was rolling out of my mouth as I came over and over on his fat cock as he buried it as deep within me as he could. For one single, precious moment I thought about nothing as I hung, suspended in orgasmic bliss. I just... enjoyed. Felt so much love, peace and happiness that I felt nearly foreign, but it was also a song within my own soul. So familiar I missed it when it was gone.

I think, if I was honest, I was honestly always reaching for that place where my brain just shut off for a time and my body took over. It was rare when I could just... let go. I couldn't describe the peace, if you asked me to, only say that it was a glittering, transcendent precipice that called to me always, coaxing me to dive off cliffs of ecstasy to reach it once more, even if it meant I was dashed in the rocks below.

But here, with the man who had loved, sheltered and never once truly harmed my heart in the almost twenty years he has owned it, I felt no fear. I felt... free. Safe and loved. Like I could fly.

So many people didn't understand how our marriage could *possibly* work, with my penchant toward insatiably and him being all but asexual. But it did. Because he gave me all the freedom and safety I needed. And I knew that if he saw me falling too far towards those jagged rocks, he would always catch me and keep me close.

I could weave a dozen spells and create minor magic all day long. I could invoke the power of my gods and surrender my pussy for their use and worship. But none of that compared to the magick of true, real, infinite, selfless love. And I knew it. And it was why, no matter how much I loved or enjoyed another, it was to Sean's arms I would always return.