𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝗖𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱.
For five years, I was caged-locked in a life I couldn't escape, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
At an age when I should have been dancing under the star...
A/N: BDSM ALERT! The BDSM content continues! Skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable with it! You have been warned!
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Alana's POV.
I woke in the morning, feeling clean and rested, snuggled into Harry's embrace. I settled deeper into his arms and sighed in contentment. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept so well. I suppose passing out from having so many intense orgasms would do that to a person.
"Morning sleepyhead,"
Harry kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair. It was amazing how different it felt this morning. Last night when he stroked my hair I had felt owned. Like a pet. Today it just felt warm and loving. I rolled in his arms to look into his eyes.
"Thank you. For this. For last night. For all of it."
He smiled and kissed my head again, content for the moment to just hold me.
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"You were really out of it last night. Those must have been some pretty crazy orgasms! I cleaned you up and removed all the cuffs and the collar before tucking you in and climbing in beside you. Did you sleep that well all night?"
I smiled back. "I slept better than I have in a long time. How about you? Hopefully, you were, uh, satisfied?"
"Yes. Very much. Although someone is ready for a little attention this morning." He winked at me. I don't think he thought I would take him seriously but after last night, I wanted to repay him. I caressed his jaw with my hand and then slid under the covers.
"Alana, baby bug? You don't have to do this. I know you must be still tired from yesterday's activity,"
"I'm never too tired to show my boyfriend my appreciation for what he does for me. Besides, I want to make you feel good this morning after how amazing you made me feel last night,"
I settled between his legs and took his morning erection as deep in my mouth as I could manage, and then worked on getting it deeper. He groaned as it slid into the heat of my mouth, and my tongue slid over and around the head. I worked slowly and he seemed for now to be content lying back and letting me set the pace.
I pushed my mouth further down until I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my mouth. I gagged and backed off, staying a little shallower for a couple of minutes before attempting to go deeper once more. I worked in a steady rhythm of shallow bobs, occasionally daring to go a bit deeper while coaching my gag reflex to just shut the fuck up already. Sometimes I managed a couple of thrusts into the back of my mouth, other times I had to pull back right away.
Harry was moaning louder and fighting a little harder to not squirm.
Let's see how he feels about trying not to squirm! I thought, remembering my desperation on the drive here.
