Shuddering, pleasure surging through me, I felt his forgiveness as he lapped and cherished me there, suckling and lavishing his endless affection on me to prove he understood.
He broke away and rose to tower over me. “What do I need to do to convince you I adore you? Worship you?” He trailed his finger along my clit. “Does this not show you how well I know your body?”
I moaned as his fingers increased their flicking.
He slapped me there, sending a shock through my body so powerful it equaled a short, sharp climax. “What happens when subs disobey?”
“They get punished,” I blurted out. “Punish me, Master.”
My heart was thumping rapidly, my gasps causing my breasts to tremble.
Deftly, he freed himself from his pants and lifted me up so that I was able to wrap my thighs around his waist. With one swift movement, he buried himself deep inside me.
My sex clenched around his length as pulses of pleasure sent me reeling. My head fell back, my orgasm snatching my breath away.
Danton’s pupils dilated to black, his jaw tense, his concentration focused on delivering aggressive thrusts to show he’d taken back the power. I had no choice but to let him have his way with me.
He slowed the rhythm, and each time he met my sex with an upward strike I let out a scream of pleasure.
This intensity was becoming too much to bear.
He moved his hips in a circle, slowing the pace a little more, trying to keep me from passing out. Again he was proving how merciful he could be with me, how much he respected my need for it just to be us.