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"That feels so good," Riza whispered, boneless and relaxed as Colin carefully rubbed salve into her tender breasts.
"Good," he said, kissing her lips softly. "You should sleep. I know you're tired."
"I am," she mumbled, nuzzling against him. "Will you…still be here in the morning?"
He often woke and left before her.
"I have an early meeting," he said reluctantly as he spooned behind her in the bed. "I'll call you in a couple of days, though."
Riza fought down the wave of disappointment and nodded. It was enough, to be cared for. It was already so much more than she deserved, and she didn't dare to ask for anything more.
"Fuck, Riza."
Roy groans as her hot tongue sweeps back and forth across the head of his cock in her mouth, fisting his hands in her hair. She hums around his length, and he pulls lightly on the soft blonde strands, lifting her up and down in the rhythm he wants, relishing in the pleasure of her mouth and the control she gives him.
As tempting as it is to finish this way, he has other plans, so he reluctantly tugs her away.
"Get up here," he growls, patting the bed beside him. "On your knees, baby."
Riza shudders as she crawls onto the bed.
"Are you ready?" Roy asks, taking a moment to brush her bangs back from her face. Riza blushes and nods. He moves his hand to the back of her head and tightens it warningly.
"Yes, Sir," she says, meeting his eyes. "Green, Sir."
He grins and uses his grip to pull her close for a kiss.
"Good girl," he murmurs against her lips. "We'll take it nice and easy, baby."
She shivers against him, whining softly. Roy pulls away to grab a couple of pillows from the top of the bed and helps her wedge them under her hips as she settles onto her hands and knees near the foot of the bed. He stands behind her and lightly swats her ass, then grabs her cheeks and squeezes.
The pink gem from the plug in her ass glimmers, and he reaches for it, twisting it to make her moan and sag into the pillows beneath her. He's been training her ass with toys and plugs for a few weeks now, and while anal play makes her blush and stammer, he can tell she likes it from her body's response. He can see her arousal glimmering on her muscular thighs. More than that, he trusts that she's being honest when she tells him she likes it.
In the weeks since their first true foray into kink, they've talked a lot: about consent, safewords, aftercare, boundaries. Her ex left her with some truly nasty ideas about how all of this was supposed to work, gaslighting her into believing that she deserved his abusive treatment, that it was all a normal part of a BDSM relationship.
Roy is determined to show her otherwise. He's tried to get her comfortable with the idea of using safewords, promising that if she does he won't leave her. She's still anxious about it, so they've agreed to just use green and yellow for now. Yellow is a pause and a discussion about whether or not they continue, a mutual decision. It doesn't mean they have to stop, and it doesn't mean they have to continue.
No matter what, he showers her with affection during aftercare. It's genuinely one of his favorite parts of the kink, and he thinks she's slowly coming to understand that. It's not an obligation but a privilege to see her soft and vulnerable, to be the person in front of whom she can fall apart and the one who helps put her back together.
He tugs at the plug a few times, then watches as her body pulls it back in, stretching her rim. He reaches for the bottle of lube and uses a generous amount to coat his cock, groaning softly.
He runs his other hand gently up and down her back. He doesn't avoid the scars in bed, nor does he intentionally touch them. In some ways, it hurts to see them, to be reminded of what he's done. In other ways, it's a reminder of the insane intimacy of their past. He can't imagine being more intrinsically bound to another human being.
He slowly pulls the plug from her, and Riza moans into the pillow as he trickles a fresh coating of lube down her crack and uses the tip of his cock to spread it; teasing her with the idea of slipping the head inside.
"You feel how hard I am for you?" he growls, leaning over her. "You feel how bad I want you?"
"Yes, Sir," Riza rasps, turning her head to the side.
"You ready, baby?" he croons, rubbing a line from the nape of her neck down her spine. "Ready for me to fuck your ass open, nice and slow?"
"Yes, Sir," she murmurs. Her brown eyes shine with lust, and she rocks her hips, grinding into him. He growls and grabs her by the hips, lining his cock up with her entrance and slowly pressing forward.
Riza lets out a low, keening moan, closing her eyes as he stretches her. He's used toys before that are nearly as big as his cock, but he knows that the real thing is different.
"That's it, sweetheart. You're taking me so well," he praises, sliding one hand up her flank. "Such a good girl for me."
"I'm yours," Riza gasps.
"Damn right you are," Roy hisses. She's tight and hot all around him, and his cock pulses needily. He's not going to fucking last, but he figures that might be for the best for her first time taking him this way. "Almost there," he grunts, pulling slightly back, then thrusting harder until his hips come flush with the plush cheeks of her ass. "That's it, baby," he rumbles.
"That's…all?" she pants.
Roy chuckles and pulls back until his tip catches against her rim, then grabs onto her hips again and slams forwards. She lets out a long, low moan, gripping the sheets beneath her.
"Yeah, that's all," he growls. "And you're going to keep taking it, aren't you?" He thrusts sharply forward again, using his hold on her hips to prevent her from losing her balance. "Tell me how it feels," he demands.
"Oh, shit," Riza whispers. He knows she both hates and loves it when he makes her talk to him like this. She thinks she's not good at dirty talk, but there's something about her stuttering, fumbling answers that's hotter to him than if she were a silver-tongued wordsmith. "It's t-tight," she murmurs. "You're big. And it-oh, fuck, it hurts."
"Fuck," Roy grunts, grinding his hips against her ass. She chokes on a moan and grinds back against him. "How does it hurt?" he presses.
"It-it burns," Riza whimpers. "And it aches so-so deep inside me. It's…" She breaks off with a gasp. "It's perfect, Sir."
Roy chuckles breathlessly and presses soft kisses up her spine, nuzzling against her back and the back of her neck.
"I'm barely even fucking you," he teases. "You want it faster?"
She whimpers.
"Y-Yes, please, Sir."
"Good girl," he groans. He stops teasing and tries to start a slow, driving rhythm, but he can't get as deep as he wants with the angle of her hips. He pulls the pillows out from under her and pushes her down with a hand on the nape of her neck so her chest is pressed firmly to the bed, her ass in the air.
"That's it," he grunts as he starts to pump his hips faster. "Taking me so good. Such a good girl, letting me fuck your gorgeous ass."
He raises one hand and delivers a sharp smack to her cheek, moaning as she clenches around him. It feels so fucking good, he does it a few more times, his pace faltering. He runs his hand up and down her pink cheeks, still holding her down with his other hand on the back of her neck, rubbing circles there with his thumb.
"I'm going to come in your ass," he tells her breathlessly. "You feel so good. I'm fucking close already."
She whines and works her hips against him as best she can in the position where he has her.
"That's right, take it," Roy growls, pounding into her. "Take it deep. You're going to feel it all day tomorrow."
He manages another few hard thrusts before he loses it inside her tight, pulsing heat. He floods her with come and watches for a moment after he pulls out, almost dazed as it trickles lewdly down her thigh.
Riza collapses onto the bed in a heap as soon as he lets her go, and Roy shakes himself.
"C'mere, baby, c'mere," he murmurs, laying down and pulling her into his arms.
"Sir," Riza whimpers, facing him on her side and looking up at him with big, imploring watery eyes. "I-I need—"
"I know what you need," Roy croons, sliding his hand down between them as he holds her close. She's so slick his fingers glide into her easily, and Riza tips her head backwards, moaning. "I know just what you need, sweet girl," he promises.
Her body is so primed and ready that it takes only a few minutes of steadily thrusting two fingers into her pussy while he rubs her clit intermittently with his thumb, and he can tell she's right on the edge.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he urges, kissing her as she moans against his lips. "Let me feel that pussy clench around my fingers. Come on." She buries her face in his neck, mewling as she rocks against his hand. "Be a good girl and come hard for me, Ria."
She wails as the orgasm takes her, back arching, extending her graceful neck. He latches his lips near the silvery scar on her throat, feeling the vibrations under his lips as she moans.
"So good. So beautiful," he coos between sucking kisses, letting her keep riding it out on his fingers until she finally sags against him like a rag doll. He withdraws his fingers and cups her sex in his hand, rubbing her back with his other hand as he holds her close. "I love the way you come for me, Ria," he murmurs. "I love you so much."
She nuzzles against him, nonverbal in the aftermath of her climax. Roy just holds her tighter, enjoying the way her soft curves and warmth press against him. Finally, she looks up with heavily-lidded eyes.
"Shower?" she mumbles sleepily. He smiles and brushes her sweaty hair back from her face.
"Good idea."
He covers her up with a blanket before he leaves to start the water, making sure they've both got towels waiting. He makes her drink a glass of water, then holds her up under the spray, swaying slightly as she rests her head against his shoulder.
"You did so well tonight," he tells her, and Riza shivers against him. "You were so good for me, honey."
She wraps her arms tighter around his waist and sighs in response. He washes her gently and thoroughly while she leans against the wall, and she lets him cater to her.
"Feels good," she murmurs as he massages her scalp while shampooing her hair.
"There she is," he says softly. "Regaining the power of speech?"
"Shush," she grumbles, and he chuckles, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. He washes himself, and they get out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and slowly dries her body, then her hair, wringing the water out of it.
He brushes out her hair until it lays in soft, damp waves around her shoulders, then has her lay down in bed on her stomach, rubbing lotion into her scars and massaging her until she lies in a loose, relaxed puddle.
"How are you feeling, love?" he murmurs as he spoons behind her, arm draped over her waist so he can trail his hand up and down her abdomen.
"I'm good," she replies softly. "Tired. I'll be sore, but…it's the good kind."
He chuckles and kisses her bare shoulder.
"Good."
She seems to glow in the moonlight, soft and pale and more beautiful than anything he's ever seen.
"Can you feel it?" he asks quietly as sleep tugs at the recesses of his mind. He hugs her tight, splaying his hands across her belly.
"Feel what?"
"How much I love you."
Riza hums and covers his hands with hers, shuffling backwards to press herself closer against him.
"I can," she says softly.
"This is how it's supposed to be, sweetheart," he says. "You never have to worry about me leaving you alone," he promises. "I'll always love you like this. I'll always want to stay with you."
She tenses momentarily, her breath catching, and he knows he's struck a nerve.
"I know," she says quietly after a pause. "I love you, too. And I trust you."
Roy lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles into the back of her neck, kissing her softly.
"Sweet dreams, my love."