Only On Her Knees (7)
She was half-asleep in my arms, her breath finally starting to steady, her body melted against mine like hot wax. But I wasn’t done.
I leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
“Get up.”
She stirred weakly. “What?”
“Up. On your feet,” I said, already rising from the bed. “I want you in the bathroom.”
She whimpered as I stood and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to sit up. Her legs were unsteady, her body sore, red, and marked in every place I’d claimed. She didn’t even complain. She just followed, obedient and dazed, her fingers clinging to mine.
I led her across the room, both of us naked, her thighs still slick with everything I’d left inside her.
We stepped into the bathroom, the cold tile biting at our feet. Steam curled into the air as I turned on the shower,
