“Cum for me pretty girl,” he said, leaning forward so he could plow his cock into her harder, fuck her ass like he did her pretty pussy. “Cum with my cock up your ass.”

It was all she needed. She screamed as her ass gripped his cock like a vise, nearly setting off his own orgasm. Her ass squeezed so tight he had to work to thrust his cock in and out, the burning friction becoming more noticeable as the cream from her pussy was wearing off as a lubricant. Of course, the fact he was having to force his cock in and out of her ass now just made her scream louder as the ecstasy rolled through her.

Knowing he wasn’t going to last too much longer, Michael opened the clamps on her nipples and let them drop to the floor, gritting his teeth as Ellie’s body tightened around him in another wave of orgasm. He pumped harder, faster, as his balls tightened up, ready to pour himself into her.

In between breathless sobs and the waves of ecstasy rolling over her, there was one immutable, unchanging emotion enveloping Ellie... the feeling of being owned. Michael was inside of her, all around her, hurting her, pleasuring her, and claiming her.

She was finally giving herself over completely to a Dom - not just her body, but her heart and soul as well.

No matter how much her breasts ached, no matter how her nipples burned, or her inner muscles screamed, the most overpowering sensation was that of Michael’s splitting her open, the burning path of pleasure as he thrust into her over and over again, and then the flood of warmth as he held himself deep inside of her, his head bowing down to press against hers, his fingers sliding up to play with her collar.

Ellie lost herself in the moment, in the sensations, and just let go, trusting him to completely take care of her. It wasn’t subspace exactly, because she felt like she had made a conscious choice to let go.

She felt floaty.

Secure.

Loved.

Especially as Michael’s body relaxed against her, letting her softness cradle him. His head moved to the side, resting beside hers on the padded headrest, and she felt the chain around her neck move as he began to play with it. She didn’t want to move.

Unfortunately, her stomach growled and then his growled as if answering. Laughing, Michael pushed himself up.

“Alright, pretty girl, I think that’s our dinner cue.” His eyes raked over her, coming back to rest on the collar around her throat, and the smug pride in his expression filled her with warmth.

“I could eat,” she replied with a little sigh, a little sad this was already over.