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I should be careful. This will not be the last time she needs this. But the fury of our unresolved disagreement and the desperate need to possess her make it impossible for me to be gentle.
Finally, she shudders and spasms beneath me. She tugs against the bindings on her wrists.
A long wail erupts from her lips and she’s coming around me, pulling me over into an orgasm that clenches my belly and sizzles through my body right to the tip of my tail.
I pause, buried deep. Breathing hard.
I’m expecting her need to slow. To peter down into a trickle before building toward another climax. I’m expecting to be able to give her a break.
But Tamsin thrashes against her bonds. “Keep going. Please don’t stop!”
My cock is sensitive after my own orgasm. I know she will be, too.
“Let me go! Let me move. I’ll make myself come if you won’t.”
I frown. “Pace yourself.”
“What are you talking about? Why would you stop?”
Internally, I’m pleased. Here’s my thorny rose snapping at me in the midst of her need. I’m also frustrated. “The heat could last hours. Days. I truly don’t know. You need to pace yourself.”
She growls at me. “And whose fault is that?”
She’s right of course. “I’m trying to keep you from harm, Tamsin. What would you have me do?”
She squeals in frustration. “Let me out of the cuffs and let me make myself come if you won’t fuck me.”
It’s the sensible course of action. As long as she can keep from knocking off my glasses.
Reluctantly, I withdraw from her body as gently as I can. “Hold still. I will release you, but you must do as you’re told.”
“Why should I? I can’t even remember what we were arguing about, but I remember I’m still mad at you.”
I laugh, despite the situation. “Well let’s worry about that when we’ve seen you through the heat. I promise to listen to all the reasons you’re mad with me, if you’ll be a good girl and do as you're told now.”
She moans, rolling her hips. “Yes. Yes. Anything. Just let me come!”
It isn’t good enough. Not really. But it will have to be.
Quickly, I unfasten the cuffs around her wrists.
Her hands go instantly to her swollen pussy, rubbing in speedy circles until she shudders.
I struggle to tear my eyes away to release her legs. Perhaps there’s no need.
Tamsin is no longer begging. Only working her pussy again with frantic strokes.
“Slowly, flower. Gently.” Moving behind her, I tuck her against my chest, replacing her hand with my own.
She protests at first, but sighs when I dip my fingers into the slick of her channel and rub efficient circles around the engorged bud of her clit.
I can hardly tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. Her little cunt squeezes tight, fluttering at the lightest touch. She lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes. At least the rest of her body is more relaxed now.
Tamsin lets out a long breath after the next orgasm.
I’m relieved when she doesn’t cry out immediately.
“How do you feel?”
