His head fell back as he pulled out and thrust in again, this time pressing her lips against his groin and crying out as his balls tightened and exploded… his cum poured down her throat into her belly, her tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock as if trying to coax out every drop.

It was fucking heaven… and they had barely gotten started.

15

Bliss. She was feeling pure bliss.

No hesitation. No worries. No tension. No awkwardness.

Just bliss.

Her ass was throbbing around the huge toy, reminding her she’d given herself over to Michael, reinforcing his dominance over her, while her pussy throbbed in an entirely different way as if expressing the rapture which came with submitting. The carpet beneath her knees was soft, cradling her, allowing her to kneel before him as hot cream slid into her. Her pussy lips felt swollen between her thighs, her body craving more from him despite the intense orgasm he’d wrung from her.

There was still pain and pleasure to be had.

When he began to pull his softening cock from her mouth, she followed with her lips, reluctant to let him go completely.

His fingers massaged her scalp. “Kneel back, good girl.”

She obeyed, her body humming as the toy in her ass shifted again.

“Would you like a beating, Ellie?” His fingers rubbed against her skin through her hair, firm and pleasurable, making her feel even more melty.

“Yes please.”

Her body was bubbling over with pleasure now; she needed the pain to balance her out before she turned into a pile of goo. A craving for the dark burn of a whip rose up inside of her, making her pussy quiver all over again.

“Stand up, beautiful.”

Placing her hand in his, she managed to stand on wobbly legs with his help. When she swayed slightly, he stepped forward, letting her lean against him and use his strength as he began unlacing her corset. Ellie wanted to moan again as she nuzzled her nose against the soft cotton of the black shirt he was wearing, feeling the bristles of his hair through the fabric and inhaling his scent. She clung slightly to him as the corset shifted and relaxed around her body, making her feel like she really was about to melt now that the stiff boning wasn’t holding her in and upright.

Pulling the corset free of her body, Michael rotated their bodies so Ellie’s back was to the desk; she felt the wood press against her bare ass as Michael pushed her skirt down her thighs. The fabric slid down her legs to pool around her feet, leaving her completely naked.