He told me so.

“Ohhhhhh... you’re sooo very good at this.” He rumbled out a deep groan of pleasure as he thrust deeply to the back of my throat. “Dealing out cock-sucking discipline to you is definitely my new favorite, but I promised you a fast and dirty fuck and I always do what I promise.” He held me down on his cock as deep and as far as he could go for a final long moment and then forced my head side to side a few times before releasing me on a low erotic sigh. “What do you have to say about that, kitten?” His hands still gripped both sides of my head as he stared down at me—at what must be my utterly wrecked face wet with tears and saliva from his discipline.

He was really asking me if I was still feeling “green” after being ferociously deep-throated for the last minutes. I understood him completely in all my tear-streaked, naked-skin-tingling glory. “I say yes please, my lord.”

Within two seconds he had me on my back again and his cock in me, driving hard, fucking me wildly on the leather chaise in his study—into total, absolute oblivion.

Mine, not his.

I was definitely fucked into oblivion. I couldn’t say where he was because he was the one doing the fucking. Even though he could be right there with me on the threshold of Oblivionland, I couldn’t really know. Either way, I didn’t have to know. Or do anything other than take it from him. That was my role. And it was clear to me that Ivan had perfected his role. The sex was so glorious with him. It just worked between us, and it had even from our very first encounter in the storeroom at The National Gallery. Just as he’d said it would be. How did he know it would be this good? Being fucked by Ivan Everley was the most perfect sexual experience I’d ever known. For me, in all the ways he dominated me during sex, he was simply flawless.

I also loved the soft sounds he made as he let some of his hard-edged control go. My forced silence only heightening every growl and sigh and groan he uttered as he fucked me. And the words he spoke. The way he put his lips on me possessively, and held me in place, and checked in to make sure I was still with him throughout. “Would you like to come, kitten?” he asked roughly.

“Please, my lord, p-please,” I sobbed out my answer in a whisper.

“Ahh, I do love it when you beg. So pretty taking my cock without a sound. You’re a fucking feast for my eyes, kitten. I’ll make you come, but you still have to be quiet, okay?”

I nodded up at him, not trusting myself to even voice my answer at this point. He brought his hand down to find my clit and started working it over with talented fingers in tandem with his pounding cock, triggering the magical spot on my body he managed to find every single time he touched me. I rode the wave of the massive orgasm which overtook my body as soon as he added his fingers into the mix. I allowed myself to blissfully crash into a wall of pleasure so powerful I couldn’t possibly be whole again after it was over; it was earth shattering.