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She smiled and turned her hand. I threw my head back, gasping. "Oh fuck," I said, "oh fuck," clenching and unclenching my fists behind my head, and she pulled out her hand of me slowly, then began fucking me for real. I forgot about her, forgot her orders, forgot everything but the need growing inside me.
***
"Well?" Sarani said, a little later. I was still on my knees, breathing deeply, trying to steady myself. I felt charged, full of energy and a little shaky, not knowing if I wanted to laugh or cry.
I looked up at her. It took me a moment to figure out what she wanted to hear.
"Thank you,"
I said. "Ma'am." I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand and laughed shakily.
She arched an eyebrow at me. "You think it's over?"
My stomach clenched again at her words and I had to look away.
"I promised to make you cry. Remember?"
I couldn't help it. I tried to bite it back, but the damn smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
"Think that's funny, Nielsen?"
"No, ma'am," I said, but my grin grew in anticipation of whatever she had planned. I turned my face away to hide it, but she caught my chin, forcing me to face her.
"I think you do. Think it's all a laugh, don't you, all fun and games?"
"No, ma'am, I-"
"Did I say you could talk?"
I looked up, confused. "I- No, I-"
"Then why the fuck do I keep hearing your voice?"
"Maybe 'cause you keep asking these stupid questions?"
She didn't hit me, like I figured. Didn't speak. Just raised her eyebrows, and I swear the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. She looked at me until I couldn't take it any longer, and then she looked some more.
"Stand up." Her voice was all ice. "Grab the beds."
She took off her belt and ran it through her hands. I watched, mesmerized, knowing what was coming and wanting and fearing it in equal measures.
"What do you think I'm going to do, Nielsen?"
I wet my lips. "Hit me, ma'am."
"That a request?"
I badly wanted to rub my thighs together. "Yes. Please. Ma'am."
"You're going to have to beg a lot prettier than that." She slapped the end of the belt against her open palm; I flinched at the sound of leather on flesh. "Who's in charge here?"
"You are."
"You scared yet?"
"No."
She swung the belt in the air towards me. I flinched.
