Page 134 of Serving the Mogul

He twisted out of my grip. In an instant, my wrists were pinned at the small of my back, his fingers easily trapping them.

“You wanted to get fucked, Tina,” he said. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No!” I groaned and tugged at his hands. “I…move…please, sir! I want to feel you inside me.”

He withdrew instead until only the swollen head of his dick penetrated me.

“James!”

He spanked me with his free hand.

“Sir, pet.”

He spanked me again.

“OrMaster.”

He spanked me again.

“When I’m fucking this body, you call meSirorMaster,” he ordered, then landed another hard blow to the burning flesh of my rump. “Iownthis body. This pussy. This ass. Your pretty tits and your bratty mouth. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“When you are fucking me, I’m to call you…” my voice broke off into a long, broken keen because he slowly filled me again, letting me feelallof him. “I’m to call youSirorMaster.”

“Why?”

“Because you own my body, Master. My pussy.”

“Good…” He traced the tip of his finger over the burning flesh of my rump, soothing it. “You did so well, I’ll give you a reward. Why don’t you tell me what you want from your Master, pet?”

“Fuck my pussy, Sir.” I was trembling now. Overcome with need and hunger until it pained me. “Please, I’m begging…fuck me hard.”

He slammed into me with enough force I bounced up onto my toes.

The hand on my upper back moved to my shoulder. The fingers around my wrists tightened.

“Hard like that, pet?”

“Yes…but faster…more…please.”

“Tell me, pet. Tell me that my pet wants her Master to fuck her harder and faster.” He withdrew, his voice a low rasp now. He rotated his hips once, and he was locked deep.

“Master, your pet is begging for you to fuck her harder and faster…please, sir.”

He did, thrusting deep and hard. I clenched tight, a moan ripping from my throat as I formed another plea, terrified he might stop and make me ask again.

I didn’t mind begging—but at this point, I was losing the ability tothink, much less speak.

He rode me hard, his hands gripping tight enough to leave marks—and I didn’t care.

Chills racked me, chased by hot, rapid thrills, like miniature starbursts exploding inside my blood vessels.

It was so good. It wasglorious. A carnal experience, impossible to describe with mere words.

And when he released my wrists to spank me again, I lost it, slamming straight into orgasm with a broken, ragged cry.

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