“Do you understand?” I demand, punctuating the words with another spank. “Answer me now!”
“Yes!” Isabelle sobs, gasping. “I understand!”
I smooth her tender flesh, and tease her clit through her panties. A bit of pleasure for my sexy minx.
“Good.”
In a single move, I rise from the chair and spin her around to face me. I yank open my belt and shove my trousers down, freeing my engorged, aching cock.
“You took your punishment well,” I tell her. Tears are still running down Isabelle’s cheeks, but her eyes are bright with excitement and desire is written all over her face. She glances down at my cock and her mouth drops open in a moan. She licks her lips.
“Command me now, Master. Please,” she begs. “I’m ready. Let me pleasure you.”
I bite back a groan. There’s only one thing in the world I want more than to watch my cock disappear between those wet lips, and that’s to sink deep inside her cunt.
I’ve waited long enough. I’m taking what’s mine.
“You will pleasure me,” I agree. “But my way.”
I pull her to me, feeling her body pressed up against me.
Slowly, I guide us both back into the chair, so that she’s straddling above me, her thighs spread, her hips poised above my lap.
Open. Wet. Mine.
With a growl, I thrust up, my straining cock spearing deep inside her.
Isabelle lets out a scream, clenching wildly around me. “Cam,” she cries, “Oh my God!”
I grab her hips, yanking her down into my lap, grinding higher inside her tight, dripping pussy. Her body convulses, and she grabs onto my shoulders for balance. “That’s right,” I growl, loving the feel of her, slick against every inch. “Ride me, baby. Give me what I want.”
Isabelle lifts her head to meet my gaze. Her mouth is open, her eyes are glazed. I grab her closer and then piston up inside her again, and I swear, I can feel how much she needs me.
She moans, “Oh God, you’re so deep. Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I vow, thrusting up. Isabelle is gasping with every stroke, and now she finds a rhythm, bearing down on me in time with my thrusts, clenching me deeper, greedy for every last inch of my dick. Her tender ass smarting every time she sinks down on me.
And I won’t deny her, not this time.
The animal in me takes over. I devour her with kisses, licking across the sensitive flesh of her neck and firm, perfect breasts. I tear the bra from her body and capture a sweet nipple in my mouth, sucking hard until she’s mewling in my arms.
“Cam,” she whimpers, “Oh God, you feel so good!”
Damn right I do.
My cock pistons in and out of her clenching cunt, driving me crazy with the friction and heat. She rides me, desperate, her breasts bouncing, head thrown back in the passion of the moment.
I reach between us and find the swollen nub of her clit. I stroke it as Isabelle arches to meet my thrusts, and her screams become a dizzying chant.
“Oh god! Oh god!”
My cock buries deep inside her. Isabelle convulses with pleasure. “Fuck me, Master!” she begs. “Do it harder! Harder!”
God, who is this goddess? Everything I give, she willingly takes – and asks for more.
I slam into her harder, giving her what she needs, grinding up to reach the spot no-one else can reach. Isabelle’s eyes go wide and I can see her pleasure cresting as she clenches hard around my cock. The convulsions rip through her, gathering momentum, squeezing my dick so hard I can’t hold back a moment longer.
“Isabelle,” I groan into her neck.
I explode in a hot torrent, spurting deep inside her as the world blanks out and nothing exists but the pure pleasure ripping me apart.
Isabelle collapses in my arms, our hearts racing fast, like one. I hold her, reeling from the sensation.
That was the best bloody climax of my life.
“You’ve been a good girl,” I tell her.
She lifts her head from my shoulder with a sleepy smile. “If that’s what happens when I disobey you, I might have to do it more often.”
I chuckle, resting her head in the crook of my arm. “That’s not how it works, darling.”
She giggles. “I know. But… wow. That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” I correct her, gently brushing back a damp lock of her hair. Isabelle snuggles closer, still and satisfied.
I feel her breath on my neck, her satisfaction, and then her breath quickens. Her mind no longer at rest.
I can feel her remember: who she is. What she’s done.
What she’s running from.
Her body tenses, but I don’t let her thoughts get that far. “Shh,” I say softly. “You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”