CHAPTER 75: COMMANDING

"On the bed, pet," Jett drawled, thumb hooking his waistband as he stepped back to watch; "crawl up to the pillows and arch for me."

"Yes, Master." Eleonora dipped her head, silver hair spilling like a curtain before she crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into petals while the curve of her backside swayed with every movement.

Gooseflesh rippled over her skin; pearl drops of slick glistened at the seam of her lace, leaving a faint trail on her inner thighs as she obeyed.

Jett’s gaze burned. "Hands above your head, knees wider—show me everything."

Eleonora stretched out, wrists crossing above the pillows, thighs parting until the candlelight kissed the wet blush of her folds.

Jett climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and pressed the thick head of his cock against the soft seam, wrenching a ragged gasp from them both.

He’s so big—he’ll split me in two, and I want him to, she thought, molten anticipation fluttering through her belly.

With one steady push he breached her, heat clutching tight around him as her walls welcomed each inch; he hissed a curse, fingers digging into her hips.

Eleonora arched, breasts lifting, a broken moan spilling past parted lips while a sweet quake rippled through her spine.

Jett set a slow, grinding rhythm, driving deep, then shallowing to feel her tremble, voice a low growl of praise. "That’s my good girl—take every inch."

He hitched her right leg over his shoulder and thrust harder, the new angle sliding deeper until her breath shattered into high, helpless cries.

He fills me perfectly; every thrust brands me his,

she marveled, vision swimming with white-hot pleasure.

Rolling them sideways, Jett spooned her close, one arm banded beneath her breasts while his hips snapped, wiry tension coiling in his thighs.

Eleonora’s fingers clawed the sheets, head tipping back onto his shoulder as she writhed, slick noises loud in the hush.

Suddenly he withdrew, nudged her onto hands and knees, and drove back in from behind, palm landing on her rump with a sharp, approving smack.

Each slap echoed, mingling with the wet clap of their bodies; her cries dissolved into desperate whimpers as her climax coiled tight.

Jett leaned forward, teeth grazing her ear. "Ride me."

He rolled beneath her, cock still buried, and she rose to straddle him, silver hair waterfalling around their joined bodies.

She braced a hand on his chest, lowered, and began to bounce, wet heat swallowing him over and over while her swollen clit dragged against his pelvis.

Jett grabbed her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke, jaw clenched as tension knotted low and urgent.

I’m going to break apart—please, let me, Eleonora’s thought trembled as her vision blinked white.

He flipped her again, settling her in reverse cowgirl; candlelight shimmered on the slick slide of her sex as she fucked herself down onto him, body shuddering.

Jett’s control snapped; he pulled her flush and emptied himself deep inside, a guttural groan tearing free.

Eleonora climaxed with him, walls milking every pulse, breath hitched into a soft keening note.

Afterward they collapsed in a tangle, his hand stroking lazy circles on her hip while silver hair drifted across his thigh.

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Golden light spilled across the rumpled sheets, prying Jett from the last haze of sleep. Heat throbbed between his thighs, rigid and insistent, and a soft, wet breath fanned its length.

Eleonora knelt between his spread legs, silver hair veiling her flushed cheeks while her small hands cupped the hard muscles of his thighs. Her gaze stayed glued to his swollen shaft—standing tall against his abdomen, flushed a deeper shade than his morning-kissed skin. Each pulse made a bead of precum swell at the crown, and she trembled, pupils huge with reverence.

"Good morning, Master," she whispered, voice silky and adoring. Her fingers—slender and shaking with need—stroked up the underside from root to tip, smearing velvet skin with that first pearly drop. A needy whimper caught in her throat as she pressed a devoted kiss just beneath the ridge.

Jett rumbled a low chuckle, still half-drowsy. "You planning to eat breakfast right here?"

Scarlet blossomed over Eleonora’s chest. "If it pleases you, Master. Your pet awakens hungry." She licked her lips, warm breath ghosting over sensitive flesh.

He flexed his hips, teasing the head against her mouth. "Then dig in, good girl."

Permission unlocked her restraint. With a relieved sigh, she wrapped both hands around the thick base and began slow pumps, marveling at the weight and heat that throbbed beneath her grip. Her tongue flicked the slit, savoring the briny taste of his arousal before she took him between parted lips.

Heat flooded Jett’s belly as Eleonora swallowed inch after inch, cheeks hollowing around him. Saliva shone on his shaft, slender strings clinging when she rose to suckle the tip, then plunged again, faster. Each downward slide brushed the back of her throat, her moan vibrating along his length.

He grows even harder for me, she thought, thighs clenching as slick dampened her lace. Serve him—fill yourself with his pleasure before the day begins.

Jett dug fingers into her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Just like that. Don’t stop until I flood that pretty mouth."

She obeyed, head bobbing, hands twisting in a steady counter-pulse, devotion shining in every greedy swallow. Spit pooled at the corners of her lips, and each gagged gasp only deepened her resolve. A tight quake coiled in Jett’s core; his breath hitched, abs flexing hard.

"Fuck—take it all, pet," he groaned.

Eleonora pressed her nose to his groin as he erupted. Hot streams filled her mouth, rolling over her tongue and down her throat. She held him deep, savoring his pulsing release until the last drop spilled. Only then did she ease back, still sealed around him, throat working to swallow everything he offered.

When she finally let him slip free with a soft pop, she stuck out her tongue in silent proof—nothing wasted—before licking him clean with languid reverence.

Jett’s grin was lazy and satisfied. "Best wake-up call I’ve had. Come up here and kiss me."

She crawled up his body, silver hair brushing his skin, until she hovered above his lips. He tasted himself on her tongue and hummed approval, rolling her beneath him to repay her devotion as dawn melted fully into day.

Jett’s renewed hunger flashed across his eyes. "Breakfast wasn’t nearly enough." In a single motion he rolled Eleonora onto her belly, tugging the imaginary collar that marked her as his and hauling her hips skyward.

Pet-pose perfect, she lowered her chest to the sheets, arching like a presenting feline. Silver hair pooled around her flushed face while her slick folds glistened, dripping proof of her need onto the linens.

He knelt behind her, palm curling possessively over the slope of her rump. The swollen head of his cock pressed to her entrance, still wet from her tongue. "Stay—don’t move a whisker unless I say."

A tremor chased through her limbs. "Yes, Master," she whispered, voice trembling with delighted submission.

Jett pushed inside in one smooth, claiming thrust. Wet heat wrapped him tight, and a strangled sob of ecstasy burst from Eleonora’s lips. He fills me again—deeper every morning, she thought, pleasure corkscrewing through her core.

He set a brutal, steady rhythm, each snap of his hips punctuated by the smack of skin on skin. Fingers dug into her waist as he drove her forward, then reeled her back to meet every plunge. "Purr for me, pet," he growled.

A needy cry spilled from her throat—half-moan, half-whimper—echoing like a feline’s desperate trill. Her knees slid wider, offering him everything; her spine bowed, breasts brushing the sheets with every thrust.

Jett shifted, hooking one of her legs over his thigh and rolling them onto their sides. The new angle speared him impossibly deep, grinding against her swollen clit. Eleonora’s scream cracked, dissolving into shuddering breaths as her climax slammed through her, walls fluttering around him.

He didn’t slow. Muscles taut, he pulled her calf to his shoulder, pinning her small frame beneath his weight in a strict mating press. Sweat slicked their skin; candle-gold morning light danced over every flex and tremor while he claimed the last inch of her trembling core.

I am his, body and soul, she marveled, vision swimming with stars. Sparks detonated again as he pounded through her aftershocks, determined to wring another peak.

With a ragged growl he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, heat flooding her depths. Eleonora clenched, milking every pulse until they both collapsed in a tangled, panting heap.

She curled at his side, cheek resting over his heart while his fingers stroked idle circles along her spine. Dawn poured brighter through the windows, gilding their sated bodies.

Even as the echoes of passion faded, both knew every command and submission was a delicious role-play fueled by shared desires—and beneath the playful dominance, the fierce love binding them together glowed brighter than morning light.

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