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His cock throbbed with new force. He was glad she had noticed. "For you, Mistress. Because of you, I was hard yesterday, too."
She giggled again. "I know. I heard. You're getting quite the reputation for having an issue."
"I do. You, Mistress."
"This is for me," she said, rising and falling on him. "Don't hold back. Give it to me. I want this. I want to feel you coming inside of me, for me." She fucked him with long, slow strokes; as if she were savoring the feel of him. "Do it," she purred. "Come for me."
As if by command, though it was probably from pent-up need, Derrick did. He came with a force and satisfaction that curled his toes. He saw her watching him, studying him as his orgasm worked through his body.
"Fuck, that was hot," she said when he relaxed, spent for the moment. Reach between them, she rubbed her clit, bringing herself to an orgasm that he felt as a series of rhythmic squeezes around his still hard cock. "Can you do it again?"
"I think so," he said, squirming beneath her.
Terri's body was so fine and his need was so great, he felt as if he could do it hundred more times that night and still want to do it again.
She moved up and down him, delighting him. "Are you ready yet?"
Feeling like an eighteen year old, he nodded. "I think I am."
"No, bitch. Don't think. Tell me. Are you ready? Can you fill me a second time?"
"Yes," he said, feeling a reassuring pulse from his cock.
"Good," she said, bobbing up and down on him a couple more times before squirming to a stop. "Fuck that's good," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed. Remaining still, she took several slow, deep breaths. "Okay," she said, opening her eyes. "I'm good."
Derrick smiled, unsure what she meant, but finding it funny. It looked as if she were trying to compose herself. She tossed her head, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulders before pulling the clothespins off his nipples. She rubbed his chest, as if wiping away the pain.
"Is it okay if I call you Derrick?" she asked. It was the first time he had heard her use his first name.
"Your will, Mistress."
Terri shook her head. "No, that's now how I mean it. I mean, can you be just Derrick for a moment and I be just Terri?"
"I guess," he answered, confused.
"No, I'm serious. This isn't a command, it's just a question. I just want to be Terri and Derrick for a minute. Can we do that?"
"Yeah, I guess," he repeated. "Sort of weird timing."
"I know," she said and she looked nervous. "But it's important and I want the real answer." He nodded. "When you're my slave, is there anything you wouldn't do for me?"
"Kill someone," he said, shrugging. "But that's not really a sex game, is it?"
"Right. That's how I mean it. Sexually. Is there anything you wouldn't do as my sex slave?"
"I can't think of anything," he said, his cock throbbed, agreeing with him.
"Why?"
"Because it's fun?" he offered.
"Getting spanked is fun?"
"In a way," he said. "I mean, it hurts, but you're doing it for a reason. It hurts more when I disappoint you."
"So, if I wanted to watch you get gang raped by bikers, you'd do it?"
"As your slave, yes."
