His Triumph

Following his motions, I worked him more vigorously. Determined to not let him do it.

Not this time.

He tipped his head, waiting.

I shook my head in answer. But in that same moment a lightning streak burned through my spine sending my back curving forward until it almost bent in half. My knees shoving down into the bottom of the washbin. My wrists straining at the ropes as my body jerked in tiny tremors. Emerging from where the inside of my body gripped him and stroked along his length. Before bursting through me in white-hot heat.

My head fell back, and I was racked with the violence of my climax. Something I hadn’t had in months.

He held me down against him, piercing deep as I reached my peak and then subsided from the dizzying heights.

Only then did I realize he’d entirely stopped moving.

“Damn you.” I said angrily. Knowing he’d caught himself before sating his pleasure. Leaving me feeling strangely unfinished.

And even more like he won.

He proved, yet again, that he was strong.

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