The Mistress of the Fire Lord

Chapter 13 - You're Mine

DISCLAIMER: The following chapter has scenes of explicit sex. If you are under 18 it don't enjoy this type of content, please skip this chapter.
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I felt the characteristic heating of the air around us, and knew right away that I've given myself in. But this time it would be on my terms, not his. I made him sit down on my bed, while I mounted on the top of him, kissing him furiously. He just reacted to my moves, as I pulled his hair and bit his lips, groaning and moving my hips on the top of him. 

I felt his hands on my thighs, sliding up underneath my nightgown. I moaned and quickly removed his shirt, right before starting kissing his neck and shoulder. 

He undressed me and threw my nightgown away, and his mouth went straight to my breasts. It was delightful, and I moaned again. Feeling as if I had to get the power again, I pushed him back to lay him down, and proceeded to pull down his pants. Then, I slowly went up, kissing the inner part of his thighs. I continued there, kissing, licking and biting, until he started begging.

-- Please… Don't tease me this much, it's cruel… 

I giggled. He was exactly how I wanted him, subdued to me. I don't know what would happen tomorrow, but tonight he'd be all mine. Then, as he was asking nicely, I gave him what he wanted, feeling the air heat even more as he dived into the pleasure. 

Then, just as I started, I stopped, meeting his pleading eyes with mine. I stood up and pushed him up, and, understanding, he laid down properly on the bed. After that, I was again on the top of him, on my knees. I took his hands, kissed them, and then placed them on the headboard. Immediately, ice cuffs materialised around his wrists, keeping his hands separated. He looked at me with a mix of confusion and awe. I got him. 

So, kissing him, I moved myself to let him penetrate me, and started moving my hips again. The temperature now was nearly unbearable, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to have more of him. Sweat dripped off of our bodies, and I could swear that it evaporated. It was so hot that I frequently had to reinforce the ice cuffs I trapped him into. 

-- Say that again -- I demanded.

-- What?

-- That you love me. Say that again. -- I repeated while moving frantically on the top of him.

-- I love you -- he managed to say.

-- Again -- I moaned.

-- I love you, Karima. I love you.

That's how I came. But I didn't stop. I wouldn't stop until he collapsed. I started moving myself harder and faster, harder and faster, the steam filling the room. He looked at me with gritted teeth, trying to hold himself a little longer, but I didn't want to go easy on him. If he wanted more, he'd have to start everything again from the beginning. At the moment, I wanted him wildly, and that's what I was going for. 

His cuffs finally came undone, and he held me by my waist, guiding me even more strongly than before. Then, with a groan, he came, while I slowly moved my hips on top of him, until I let him go. 

He grabbed me by my waist and threw me on the bed beside him.

-- Someone was feeling a little wild today, wasn't it?

I shrugged and smiled. He pulled me into a tight embrace and I allowed myself to stay there, feeling his spicy smell. It was so good and comforting…

I didn't see him leaving that day.