“Hm. Tell me why you deserve more.”
She tensed then relaxed, “Because I?—”
“Stop.” I dragged the whip up her chest, onto her chin and tilted it up to the mirror on the ceiling. “Now, look at yourself and speak.”
“I deserve more because I didn’t listen. I didn’t behave and I made you upset.”
“You gonna do it again?”
“No, Mr. S.”
“Liar.”
“I swear.”
“Girl, God’s gonna strike you down in this bed.”
I tossed the whip to the side and climbed into the bed with her, careful not to touch her.
“Please,” she repeated over and over again.
I unbuckled my pants. “Please what?”
“Please…”
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please…fuck me.”
A wicked grin. “My pleasure, Bunny.”
Watching her the whole time, I freed my dick from my briefs, then released the restraint on one of her legs. The woman was flexible. I quickly realized that as I held her leg in the air.
“Fuck,” she moaned as I rubbed my dick head against her clit, teasing her.
“It feels good?”
“Yes…”
“Look at yourself.”
Her head raised to the ceiling again.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes…”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
I entered her and she cried out. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me, Mr. S.”
My hips started rocking, slowly. “Can’t hear you.”
“Please!”
