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and pressed against her, pushing her back onto the cold floor. He leaned forward, mouth descending on her left nipple, sucking it in gently as His tongue swirled around her nipple. Her soft moans let Him know that she was ready for more. He switched nipples, sucking and biting the right nipple while His finger tweaked her left. He positioned Himself between on top of her, then pushing her legs wide apart, He nestled in between her. Because she was on punishment, her panties were a rare barrier but not for long. He yanked them down, dragging them off of her legs. She kicked them across the kitchen floor. He repositioned Himself between her legs and entered her swiftly. One week, three days, nineteen hours, thirty-nine minutes He’d denied Himself the pleasure of being home inside of His beloved, brightest Star. As He moved inside of her, He watched as her eyes rolled up into her head as she received Him, her lover, her friend, her owner, her One.
    The pace quickened as He felt Himself coming close to the end. David knew He wouldn’t last long and He didn’t care. He needed to fill her up and remind her, and maybe Himself, that she belonged to Him now. Now, and for as long as HE decided. Looking down at her tear-stained face, half-closed eyes, puckered lips, and pulsating neck, He decided then, that it would be forever.
    He came inside of her with a force He’d never experienced before that moment. She wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, drawing Him in closer than was possible. He collapsed on top of her, face again buried in her neck. Their breaths were short and rapid, balancing each other with alternating inhales and exhales. Their bodies began to relax as the heat began to escape them. David leaned up and looked down at Nicole’s face again. She met His eyes and smiled.
    “Marry me?”
    Her eyes widened briefly. Then, she slowly raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.
    He smiled down at her, shaking His head.
    “You WILL marry me, Star.”
    She smiled, slyly, biting her bottom lip. She stared intently into His eyes.
    “As you wish, Sir.”
     
     
     

H OME F OR T HE H OLIDAYS
     
    9:43 a.m.
    “Ayyeeeeeeee shiiiiit!!!!” He screamed in a high-pitched voice she’d only heard once or twice before. He grabbed both sides of her head by her ears and squeezed as He released His morning load down her throat where it belonged. He pulled himself out and covered her mouth, so she wouldn’t spill a drop.
    “Dammit, girl, wooo shit!! Unnnhhh” He moaned, body still quivering, toes curling almost until cramping. “I… you…how…damn” He stuttered, unable to form a complete thought.
    She gently removed His hand, licking her lips, and raised her head to meet His eyes but found them closed. He was panting and she could see beads of sweat across His forehead. The heat in their apartment was overwhelming at times and this morning was no different. She waited a bit before saying anything.
    “You may speak,” He mumbled.
    “Merry Christmas, Sir,” she greeted Him. “How do You feel?” she asked, receiving only a muffled grunt in response.
    She smiled, excited because this was their first Christmas together as an engaged couple. They’d not yet announced the news to anyone in their families and planned to tell His family this evening at dinner. Normally, she didn’t make a big deal out of the holiday season because she was often working or too tired to make any big efforts. She listened to holiday music and bought gifts for her friends’ children, of course, but didn’t quite fall into the entirety of the “Christmas Spirit”. This year was different because not only had He collared her, He made a promise to marry her…eventually. Neither of them was in any particular rush to begin the wedding-planning process and each liked the idea of a longer engagement, as they were still ascending in their careers and had major projects on their respective tables. Still, Nicole enjoyed glancing at her ring finger as much