"Oh god, I'm going to come again," she gasped in warning, as if only just realizing that her core was licking and fluttering around me.

"Yes, little pet, your cunt wants to please its master. Come for me and suckle my cock just like your mouth did," I snarled into her ear, grinning into the dark as she trembled and tensed in my arms. My claws were leaving pinprick bruises on the soft flesh of her thighs as I tossed her up and down my cock.

She drew her own orgasm out at my words, clamping down around me and burying her wet cry against my shoulder. Her cunt tightened around my stav, and the pressure of pleasure exploded with a bellow of relief, my cock pumping into her, silky heat rewarded with a flood of release until it seeped out again, leaking around my base and coating her inner thighs. I wrapped an arm around her hips, pulling her firmly against me as she shook, and I groaned into her fine, silky hair, a surprising amount of tension bleeding out of me with my release.

The woman in my arms sighed, head drooping down to my shoulders.

"God, that was good. Thank you," she said, voice soft and relaxed.

I hummed and patted the hip my arm was holding. "We're not done yet, pet," I said, surprising myself. We could be done, at least for a rest and a bit of aftercare, but now that I'd had her once, I wanted her again. And this was our game, wasn't it? I would use her at my whim, never mind that she could call a halt to our act at any moment.

She leaned back just enough to catch my eye, a lazy smile stretched across her lips, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "Oh, good."

A growl ran through me at her easy acceptance, and I stepped back before the rattle of chains reminded me that I was working, had to be mindful and not surrender to natural impulse. I reached my free hand behind me and searched carefully for the cuff releases, finding them and letting the chains clatter free. I drew one of Sonya's hands around and was pleased to see only light markings on her wrists—nothing that would bruise after a good massage.

"What's next?" she asked, eyes still on my face.

"Hush, or I will fill your mouth again," I said, checking her other wrist. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her mouth open again, lips twitching, but then she closed it shut and relaxed against my chest as she had been. That was unusual too, sweetly intimate and familiar for barely an hour into our appointment.