Page 122 of Over the Line

He didn’t add a please or a pet name. He was all serious and Dominant.

Fear left her momentarily frozen.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, or I’ll shove my cock up your ass before I start.”

How could she do as he demanded when her brain had ceased to function?

“Do it, brat.”

Slowly, in a haze, she spread her thighs.

When she had he caught her pussy a few times, making her cry out and respond with a flood of desire. “You’ve missed this,” he observed, inhaling deeply.

“I haven’t come once since I was with you last, Sir.”

“Do you know what you just did to my cock?”

Trying to see through her haze, she looked at the evidence pressing against the front of his jeans.

“Those words have earned you an orgasm. But you still have a penalty to pay from earlier.” He sucked on one of her nipples and fingered her until she jerked against him.

Oh God. She burned for him. “Sir? May I have permission to come?”

“Not yet.”

Again and again, he edged her until she was sobbing, so desperate to climax that she was going to explode.

“I’ve learned my lesson, Sir!” Her legs quivered, and her buttocks were clenched tightly as he continued to demand her responses.

Low and soft, disbelieving, he chuckled. “Have you, brat?”

“I swear.” Muttering, she repeated herself, mixed with frantic pleas.

“Now you may.”

With more fervor, he continued to play with her, stroking harder, lighting the flame. “Thank you, thank you,” she whispered as she climbed higher and higher, closer and closer to a climax. “Yes… This!” Her head lolled to the side.

“Pleasing you makes me happy.”

Persistently kissing her, finger-fucking her, he brought her to the edge.

Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth, licking and stretching it, then gently biting.

Sobbing, she shattered—every part of her relieved to finally be back with him.

Even though he kissed her, caressed her, whispered soothing words, he wasn’t finished with her.

Instead, he resumed the flogging, this time with easy strokes. With a sigh of pleasure, she allowed herself to go limp, surrendering in total trust.

Though she’d spent years traveling, playing with numerous Doms, she’d never met anyone who could make her lose control so completely.

By measures, he increased the harshness of his strokes.

“Thank you, Sir.” With each little lick from the strands, she began to float.

He moved around her in a complete circle, marking every part of her body.

After a few initial flinches, she closed her eyes.