Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mikaela's bedroom in soft, golden shafts unrealistically perfect, the way the mansion always made mornings feel cinematic.
The room smelled of sex, motor oil, and the faint metallic tang of Henry's skin after last night's conquest.
The silk sheets were twisted around their legs, still damp in places, evidence of how many times he'd made her come until her voice cracked and her body gave out.
Mikaela woke first slowly, luxuriously her cheek pressed to Henry's broad chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, her hand resting possessively on the hard ridges of his abs.
She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth radiating from his god-tier body like a furnace.
Between her thighs ached in the best way: swollen, tender, still slick with the remnants of his cum from the night before.
Every small shift reminded her how thoroughly he'd claimed her pussy stretched, ass still faintly burning from the brutal anal pounding, throat raw from taking him deep.
She tilted her head up. Henry was already awake with his blue eyes open, watching her with that dark, predatory calm that made her stomach flip every time.
"Morning," she whispered, voice hoarse. He didn't answer with words. His hand slid down her spine slow, deliberate until it cupped one ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
Then lower fingers dipping between her thighs from behind, finding her still-wet folds. He dragged two thick digits along her slit coating them in the mix of her arousal and his dried cum and then pushed them inside her without warning.
Mikaela moaned in low, broken hips rocking instinctively onto his hand.
"Already soaked," he murmured, voice gravel-rough from sleep. "Greedy little cunt can't get enough, can it?"
"No," she breathed, pressing her face into his neck. "Never enough of you."
He curled his fingers hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl and then added a third. Stretching her open again, pumping slowly while his thumb found her clit and circled with merciless precision.
Mikaela's breath hitched. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Fuck... Henry..."
He flipped them in one smooth motion with her on her back now, legs spread wide, his massive frame looming over her.
He kept his fingers buried deep thrusting harder now while his free hand pinned her wrists above her head with casual strength.
"Look at me," he ordered. Her eyes snapped open glassy, desperate. He leaned down with his lips brushing her ear as he whispers in her ear...
"You woke up owned. You're going to come awake owned. And you're going to scream my name until the mansion echoes with it."
Then he withdrew his fingers slowly letting her feel every inch of their retreat. Mikaela whimpered at the loss. Henry moved down her body kissing and biting a trail: collarbone, breasts (sucking each nipple hard until they were red and throbbing), stomach, the sensitive skin just above her mound.
When he reached her pussy he didn't tease. He spread her lips with his thumbs exposing her completely and dragged his tongue from her leaking entrance to her clit in one long, firm stroke.
Mikaela's back arched off the bed with a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He ate her like a man starved with tongue plunging inside her, lapping up every drop of their combined mess, swirling around her swollen clit, sucking it between his lips with rhythmic pulses.
One hand pinned her hip down that kept her from bucking too hard while the other slid under her ass, lifting her higher so he could bury his face deeper.
Mikaela's hands flew to his hair gripping tight with her hips grinding against his mouth.
"Henry... oh god... don't stop... "
He didn't. He added two fingers curling them inside her while his tongue flicked her clit faster—harder.
She came suddenly violent, shuddering walls clamping down on his fingers, gushing into his mouth.
He drank every drop while growling against her flesh prolonging the orgasm until she was shaking, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
He rose with his lips and chin glistening and climbed back up her body.
"Open," he commanded. She did mouth falling wide.
He kissed her deep, filthy letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned into it greedy, desperate sucking his tongue like she wanted to devour him.
Henry broke the kiss positioned himself between her thighs cock thick and leaking, head nudging her entrance.
"Beg for it."
"Please," she gasped immediately. "Fuck me. Stretch me again fill me up. Breed me. Own me."
He slammed in balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Mikaela screamed. Her nails raking down his back and her legs wrapping around his waist like a vice.
He didn't hold back. He fucked her hard with long, punishing strokes that bottomed out every time, head battering her cervix, pubic bone grinding against her clit.
The bedframe slammed against the wall rhythmic, violent, silk sheets bunching under them.
"Count," he growled. "Every time you come."
"One..." she sobbed as the first aftershock hit—walls fluttering, squirting around his shaft.
He flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her hips up and plunged back in from behind.
"Two..."
He reached around and pinched her clit, rubbed fast circles while he pounded her pussy.
"Three... fuck... four..."
By five she was babbling with her tears soaking the pillow and her body trembling.
Henry pulled out his cock slick and shining and moved up while he pressed the head against her still-sensitive asshole.
"Take it here too."
"Yes... please..."
He pushed in slow at first and then deep burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. Mikaela keened back arching pushing back onto him.
He fucked her ass with the same ruthless rhythm and long strokes while pulling almost all the way out before slamming home.
One hand fisted her hair and yanking her head back so she had to watch them in the mirrored ceiling: her face wrecked, mascara running again, tits bouncing with each thrust, his massive body dominating hers completely.
"Look at yourself," he rasped. "Look at what a perfect fucktoy you are for me."
She watched with her eyes glassy and moaning brokenly. He reached under with his fingers fingers finding her clit again and rubbing in time with his thrusts.
She came hard again for the sixth time with her ass clenching around him so tight that made him groan while her pussy gushing onto the sheets.
Henry pulled out his cock and flipped her onto her back and then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and plunged back into her pussy.
Folded in half with her knees by her ears he pounded with short, brutal strokes with each one driving deeper.
"Seven... eight... nine... " By the tenth she was sobbing, overstimulated, wrecked, utterly lost in him.
Henry finally slowed down his speed grinding deep stirring his cock inside her pressing against every sensitive spot.
"You're mine," he said against her lips. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she whispered voice shattered. "Forever. Only yours."
He kissed her deep, claiming and then pulled out straddled her chest stroked his slick cock fast.
"Open your mouth."
She did tongue out and eyes locked on his. He came with hard thick, hot ropes painting her tongue, lips, cheeks dripping down her chin onto her tits.
She swallowed what landed in her mouth greedily and let the rest mark her. Henry leaned down and kissed her cum-smeared mouth while tasting himself on her and then slid back down and buried his face between her thighs again lapping gently at her oversensitive pussy, cleaning her with slow, thorough strokes.
Mikaela came one final time soft, shuddering eleventh time whimpering his name like a prayer. He rose and pulled her into his arms and wrapped her tight against his chest.
Both slick with sweat, cum, tears, and her release. Mikaela nuzzled into his neck with voice small, reverent she said, "I love you. More than anything."
Henry stroked her hair with a dark smile curving his lips. "I know."
He held her while the morning light strengthened cocooning them in warmth. The mansion hummed softly around them.
Outside the door to endless worlds waited. But right now she was exactly where she belonged.
Ruined.
Devoted.
His.