“What do you need, Grace? Tell me. I want you to say it.”

I’d untied her and held her in my arms. I could feel the electricity underneath her skin. She was alive and on fire in my arms. My cock was rock hard and ready to burst. The pain made me feel alive too. Alive and powerful.

I shifted her to the end of the bed, turning her to face me. Her breasts were round and swollen with need. Her clit was a hard round pearl, almost visible between her delicate folds. “Have you felt anything, anything like this is your whole life?” I shifted her hips, spreading her legs, pulling her to the corner of the bed.

“I need you to fill me, Kaine. I can’t be empty anymore.” Her words seemed to take the last of her effort. She was helpless in my arms. Beautiful, wanting, helpless. She was finally ready. Ready for the power I could offer her. Before she knew what had happened, I had lifted her, supporting her weight with my hands as I slipped her down... down over the egg-shaped bedpost. Her eyes shot up to mine in utter shock, but her body did what I knew that it would. Her feet rested on the carpet, enough bend in her knees to move. She exhaled completely, the need to be filled finally satisfied. I could see the struggle behind her eyes. This was nothing like what she’d ever imagined. But then she’d never imagined me…

“It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s clean and smooth. It can’t hurt you. You’re the one in control.” I said the words quietly, soothingly. I didn’t want her to be frightened. I wanted her to have what she needed. And she needed to be filled.

“You can move, as little or as much as you like.” I kissed her, letting my mouth ease her, wanting her body to relax. I cupped her breasts, lifting their weight, teasing her mouth with mine. “I won’t move you. That’s up to you.” I kissed her neck, moving downward to take her nipple. I sucked and rolled it, and her body started to sway. Gently at first. Back and forth. Her movements small, tentative. I ran my hands down the curve of her belly and down to her pussy. She was so wet, the wooden shaft already slippery under her. Only the small rounded top was inside her. But I could tell her body wanted more.

My jeans were open and my cock was raging at the sight of her. I stripped off my sweater and let the head of my cock nudge her swollen clit. “Take me in your hand, Grace.”

I watched, so close her breasts were only inches from my chest. I held my breath, bracing for her touch. Her tiny hand reached for me and I heard her breath catch too. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I want this too.”

Her hand wrapped me, tight and hot. My own hips bucked at the contact. Everything was moving faster than I’d intended. Maybe faster than it should be. But the touch of her skin was incredible, addictive. “Don’t stroke, sweetheart. Just hold me. I don’t want to come.”

I could see her struggling to understand. I slid back and forth in the circle of her hand. “I need to control this,” I said gently. “It’s the only way.”

I kissed her, long and deep, and she kept her hand still for me. I pulled a steady breath and worked my cock slowly in her hand.

“That’s right. Just like this. Just like this.” I roamed her body with my hands. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Beautiful and strong. Let yourself take what you need. Let it build up inside you. It’s beautiful, Grace. That power that you’re feeling.” I pumped myself easily back and forth, kissing her, stroking her, letting it build. She was gasping now, and watching my face as I spoke. “Show me, Grace. Show me how much you’re holding inside. I need to see you come…”

In one move, I slipped her off the post and had her in my arms, my thick fingers greedily filling her instead. She writhed against my hand as my cock throbbed against her naked belly. I wanted nothing in the world except to feel what was about to happen inside her…

I held her as her climax hit, and I bit into my own lip, tasting blood. The need to feel her coming on my cock threatened to overwhelm me. She was so wet and warm, her walls pulsing powerfully as release took her. I wanted to be inside… feeling everything as I came too, filling her the way she deserved to be filled. Utterly… completely… with my hard, unforgiving shaft…

“Kaine, oh god, Kaine…,” she gasped out. She was flushed and beautiful, her eyes closed as her body still moved and her pussy still gripped my fingers. I felt the last waves of her orgasm begin to soften. She was soft and ripe, luscious as her body pulsed. So relaxed… so vulnerable… It would have been so fucking easy to take her. And I’d never wanted it as much as I did at that moment. I eased myself into bed beside her and waited for the familiar ache to subside. I wasn’t sure it ever would.

I hadn’t fucked a woman in the last decade. And I didn’t dare now. I couldn’t trust myself…

My teen years and most of college had been almost nothing but women. I’d thought I could fuck the pain away. And I’d tried. But the feeling of failure had always won out. No woman could take it away. My brother was dead and my father had died in jail only a few months later. Fucking was only a distraction. The pain always came back. Worse still, I left a string of women in my past, who’d wanted more… who’d wanted something real.

Something that I was incapable of giving them.

All that ended when I turned twenty-one. Since the pain never left anyway, there was no reason to hurt innocent women along the way. It was my father who had taught me not to lose control. And for the last ten long years I hadn’t. I gave pleasure, once a year, in this place. For one short week. And I took nothing for myself, but the pleasure of watching the woman experience what I would deny myself.

I dropped a kiss on Grace’s forehead and shifted us both to the center of the bed. I pulled her close and tucked the blankets around her. She’d fallen asleep in my arms and didn’t wake. The last two days had been more than she’d ever imagined, I knew. So many of her thoughts were plain on her face. Like what she’d felt about my scars. I hadn’t expected her to be willing to stay after that. I’d never intended for her to see them in the first place… I brushed her hair back. It was silky and golden in the moonlight. I’d never seen such beauty.

I’d make sure she never saw those scars again. It wouldn’t be easy. But somewhere over the course of the day I’d made the decision.