He quickly clamped the precious nubs, adjusting the tension to ensure maximum stimulation without cutting off her circulation. He would really prefer piercings. If she belonged to him, he would try to convince her to pierce her nipples. He’d play with the rings constantly, twisting them and sucking on them. He would attach pretty chains between the two and tug on them to stimulate her.

“It’s pretty, Stef.” She smiled at him like he’d given her a diamond necklace rather than clamping her breasts for his pleasure.

“You’re prettier, love.” She was gorgeous, and it went past her lovely face and sexy body. She was beautiful down to her soul. She was kind and loving. She put others first. It was up to him to make sure she got her dreams. Even if it meant letting her go.

But not yet. He could keep her for a while. He felt a stubborn resolve rise. What if he taught her? He’d never taken on an art student before, but he’d never met one with as much potential as his Jennifer.

Surely he had something to teach her. His work went for hundreds of thousands of dollars. He’d been reviewed as an artist to collect and was doggedly pursued by gallery owners. He could teach her. For as long as he taught her, he could enjoy her. He could hold her close and pretend she really belonged to him.

He traced the line of her torso down to her wet and ready pussy.

He found the jewel of her clit and rubbed gently.

Her eyes closed, and her body bowed back slightly, opening her to his touch.

“Come for me. I want to watch your face as you come.” She murmured her assent as her breath caught.

Without letting up on the pressure he was exerting on her clit, he grabbed the vibrator he’d brought for her. He replaced his finger with the rabbit, pressing the outside to her clitoris.

Jennifer’s eyes flew open as he flicked the vibe on.

“Oh.” A delicious moan came out of her mouth.

“Keep those eyes open.”

She opened her eyes. They were large and verdant green. She could never lie to him because everything about her was right there in her eyes. Now he could see her desire in those eyes. Her bow of a mouth came open as he rubbed the vibrator over and over her clit. Her hips pumped forward, pressing against the sensation.

Stef looked down at her pussy. It was swollen and pink like a flower just on the edge of bloom. He hadn’t needed to use the lubricant he’d brought. By the time he’d clamped her nipples, she was soaked with her own sweet cream. He notched up the vibrator, the sound buzzing against her skin.

Her eyes flared. Her skin flushed a gorgeous pink. Her breath was ragged as she moved toward orgasm.

“Stefan. Oh, Stef.”

His name sounded like a breathy prayer. Her hands came up. She held on to his shoulders to balance herself as she cried out. Everything about her was so beautiful in that instant that Stef knew it would never be the same again. He would never want another woman. He might be able to view them as lovely on an aesthetic level, but she was everything to him.

Her body shook in little quivering waves. It made the chain between her clamps shiver. Stef tossed the vibe away and pulled her close. His hands tightened on the soft flesh of her ass. She didn’t hesitate, merely wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself to him. Her mouth opened on his, and he took advantage. He plunged his tongue into her silky heat. He kissed her over and over as though he could memorize her taste. He loved the feel of her clamps teasing his chest.

He could have kissed her forever, but his cock was insistently pulsing, demanding attention. He forced himself away from her and climbed off the bed. He ripped at the fly of his jeans and had the offending garment off his body in a heartbeat. His cock bounced free.

“Hands and knees, love,” he commanded as he grabbed the tube of lubricant. Jennifer hadn’t needed it to take the vibrator, but her lovely asshole didn’t have her pussy’s cream. Stef felt his whole body tingle at the thought of finally shoving his dick up her ass, forcing her to take him in a place she’d never had a man before.

He was shocked to find his hands were shaking slightly as he got onto the bed behind her. She was beautiful, the perfect picture of submission. Her golden brown hair hanging down, she stared forward, looking at the mirror. He wondered if she saw what he saw. He saw his perfect mate, waiting for him.

Heart pounding, Stef couldn’t wait a moment longer. He slicked up his dick, fisting himself in quick passes before moving on to the more interesting part of the preparation. He parted her cheeks and dripped the lube in between them.

“It’s cold.”

“Sorry, love.” He’d warmed it, but then he’d spent a good deal of time getting her off. She was a dangerous distraction. “I’ll warm you up in a minute.”

Stef pressed a well-lubed finger into her anus. She groaned. The rosette of her asshole clenched around his finger.

“Relax. Don’t try to keep me out. I won’t let that happen.” He pushed a second finger in. She groaned as he stretched her. The deep sound made Stef groan a little, too. “This is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Stef.”

“Your body is mine.” The possessive words rolled off his tongue.

They felt right, just like she felt right. She was his, every inch of her.

“Your mouth, your breasts, your pussy, they’re all mine. What else is mine?”

“Everything, Stef.” She didn’t hesitate. Her green eyes were clear as she looked at him in the mirror. The chain dangled under her breasts. “I am yours.”

He lined his cock up to her asshole. “You’re mine.” He pressed in, every inch an outrageous pleasure. She was tight around his cock, fighting to keep him out, but he gently pushed forward. He would win this little war. He would have her because she belonged to him. She would surrender everything to him. He gripped her hips and drove in with ruthless precision.

“Oh, Stef, oh. It burns. You’re so much bigger than the plug.” In the mirror, her face was tight with obvious discomfort. He smoothed his hands over her back. “Poor baby. Is my nasty cock splitting your little asshole?”

“Yes.” Her eyes flashed fire, and she hissed through clenched teeth.

She didn’t look so submissive now, he thought with a chuckle.

This was how it should be. He should earn her submission. He should bind her to him by taking care of her needs and wrapping her in love and pleasure. “Give it a minute. Let your body adjust, love. You were made for me. You can take me.”

She lowered her head and leaned forward, flattening her back to push against him. It was just the traction he needed. With a low groan, he pushed his way in past her resistant muscles into the hot, tight clasp of her ass.

He held himself there, reveling in the feel of being balls-deep inside her.

“Are you going to get this over with?” His hands tightened in warning on her hips. “Don’t push me, love.

I’m enjoying this, and in a moment, you will, too.”

“I doubt that.”

He pulled back just a bit, with exquisite care. He watched as her muscles relaxed. He knew from having it described to him that this was the good part.

“Oh.” Jen’s breath came out in short, sharp pants.

“Tell me how it feels.” He wanted to hear it from her lips. He inched out again.

“It’s so…I don’t know, but it’s amazing. Do it again.” Her hands clenched, clutching the comforter in her fingers. She pushed her ass toward him as though trying to tempt him to stay inside.

“Your wish, love.” He thrust into her, a savage need taking over.

Her head fell forward, and she began to rock back against him as he thrust in and out. Stef alternated between watching the mirror and staring at the gorgeous sight of Jen’s ass taking his cock over and over again.

Stef drove forward, pulling her back so she took his full length.

He watched her in the mirror. Their eyes connected as their bodies pounded together.

“I love you.” She mouthed the words to him.

He loved her, too. So much. She was the other half of his soul, certainly the better part of him. She might never know how much he loved her, how much he was willing to sacrifice for her. She deserved more than he could give her. Even as he made love to her, he saw himself completely dominating her. He wanted to be the center of her universe. He wanted her main goal in life to be pleasing him. If she stayed, he would get her pregnant as soon as possible. He wouldn’t be able to help himself. She wouldn’t leave Bliss, wouldn’t see the world, wouldn’t become the woman she could be. She would be his wife, his submissive, his precious possession. How could he do that to her?

He slid his hand down to her clit. At least he could give her this.

He slipped a finger onto her clit and started rubbing in perfect circles, the movement timed to his fucking. His finger and his dick worked in perfect precision. He couldn’t keep her, but he could have a few weeks of joy. He could hold her and love her while she was here. He could please her and care for her so much that one day she might come back to him.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Jen’s mouth came open, and she came on a low wail. He met her stare in the mirror, trying to memorize the experience. His balls squeezed up, lighting a fire in his body as he fucked her. It would be so lonely without her, but he wouldn’t cheat on her. That’s what it would be. She was his soul’s mate, and the least he could give her was his fidelity.

The orgasm flashed through his body, flaring every nerve in his system. He grasped her hips, pulling her onto his cock one last time, as though trying to fuse them together in a way that could never be broken.