It was only a moment more, and her eyes were falling shut again, the subtle shifting of her body increasing with her breaths, sucking in as my stav thrust forward, breathing out with a little whine as it retreated to her opening. I left her to it this time, focusing first on dragging my hands up and down one arm, loosening the joints and encouraging her blood flow.

This was usually the part I enjoyed most, when the tension had finally passed and my client relaxed under my care. The sex was the work, and I preferred to remain in my head, concentrating on the mechanics and the performance. Or at least, I always had before.

My hands drifted under Sonya's back, digging into muscle, working my way down to her tense hips, her legs trembling over my thighs. If I paid any attention to that red and swollen clit at her center, I would have her coming around my length again. The thought drew out a growl from my chest, and Sonya shuddered and moaned on my lap, blinking up at me.

"Please," she whispered.

"You rush too much," I answered, but my grip was tight on her body, my thumbs digging into the tender crease of her hips, my stav starting to swell inside of her, even at its slow pace. My claws were out again, seemingly incapable of remaining sheathed when my hands were on this woman. Their tips marked lines like arrows on her pelvis, and I realized too late that I had underestimated Sonya's sensitivity.

My stav was in a downstroke, pressing to her front walls, my thumbs just brushing against her outer lips, when she arched and clamped around me in a fresh orgasm that seemed to shock us both. I snarled as she shook and squeezed around my cock, arms flying back behind her head to brace against the edge of the bench.

I released one hip, slapping my palm against Sonya's spread sex, and even I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a punishment or a reward, the sharp and sudden stimulus to her clit, but she screamed and arched, grinding urgently against my hips.

I was meant to be in control, meant to be measured, to be moving forward with our games gently. Did she mean to make it impossible? If so, I would leash her more tightly in the future. But not now.

Now, my cock burned with the urge to thrust. I lunged forward, hooking my arms beneath Sonya's knees and bending her for my use, fucking her roughly from above.

"Oh, god, yes!" she cried, just as the first subtle knife of caution tried to cut through my thoughts. It vanished with her words, her eyes wide and mouth slack with relief, breasts shaking with the force of my thrusts.