She obeyed immediately, without even a moment of bratty hesitation. I spat, hitting her outstretched tongue, and she swallowed it down with a smile. I rubbed her clit, knowing I’d be lucky to last another sixty seconds, but I wanted to see that perfect ecstasy on her face one more time. She writhed beneath me as I crushed her into the mattress, her breath coming in tight gasps.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me. Right now.”

“Ah, fuck…Manson. Please —”

I cursed, my body shuddering and clenching as she throbbed on my cock. I came, pumping every last drop deep inside her as her eyes fluttered closed and she went limp.

I was barely able to hold myself up, but I didn’t want to pull out yet. I liked that feeling of my dick plugging her, holding my cum inside her. With her pussy clenched around me and that smile on her face, all I could think about was how I couldn’t let her go.

Ever.

I couldn’t watch her walk away again. I couldn’t see her disappear into a future that didn’t have us in it. I couldn’t handle her choosing to leave behind what she obviously craved.

I tried to catch my breath, mentally scolding myself for such completely ludicrous thoughts. I had to be able to live with this, just this. She was a temporary fixture in my life and I had to accept it. I’d have to let go, eventually. We’d have to say goodbye.

No. Fuck that. I couldn’t live with it and I goddamn wouldn’t.

I reached for her bedside table, grabbing some tissues for her before I pulled out so she wouldn’t drip on the bed. She hissed softly as I slipped out of her before wiggling in contentment, pressing the tissues between her legs.

“Mm, it really is a good morning,” she said. She looked over at me as I sat on the edge of the bed, tiredly running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you, sir.” She giggled slightly after she said it. “Or should I say Master?”

“You better be careful about using that title,” I said, unable to stop the smile on my face. “Otherwise I’m going to end up never letting you go.”

What I didn’t say was that title made me goddamn feral. As in, throw-her-over-my-shoulder, steal-her-away, and keep-her-locked-up-just-for-us feral.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind that,” she said, and my heart felt like it glitched for a moment.

“I think you would.” I curled my arm around her and dragged her closer, kissing her neck. “I think you’d mind if we stole you away and kept you as our little fucktoy forever. We’d fuck you like you want, punish you as you need, and have in you in our beds whenever we damn well please.”

She shyly looked down. “I mean, that’s kind of my ultimate fantasy.”