Chapter Thirteen
Am I still in sub-space? Who knows.
But I come to understand what Zahir means about making sure I don’t hurt myself. The s*x we had that afternoon and into the night was unbelievably rough. My body is battered and unusually sore…definitely more than a little bruised. Yet in the bath, while “teaching” Zahir how to French kiss, I climb back into his lap, all previous thoughts of soreness falling away as I lower myself on to his swollen staff.
His hands come to my waist on a seized breath, and he guides my hips…forcing me to take it slow as his massive erection stretches me wide. I initiated this new bout of s*x, but he firmly takes the reins back, lifting me up and down on his c**k as if I weigh nothing. “Just this once more,” he growls against my lips as he works me on h
