“None? You don’t enjoy it?”

“Hardly. I hate it,” she said as a tremor of pleasure ran through her hips. She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into his sides. “Absolutely hate it...”

He laughed at her lies and she flicked him on the back to punish him.

“No laughing allowed. Just moaning, groaning and maybe gasping.”

“Gasping?”

She pushed in hard and deep, and he gasped.

“Right,” she said, giving his back a little bite. “Gasping.”

She did love doing this sort of thing, with him especially although she had a female sub or two she’d nearly fucked unconscious. Nothing in the world more empowering than penetrating another person and fucking them right to the dark and ragged edges where ecstasy intersected with pain.

“Had enough?” she asked as his breathing grew more and more labored.

“Never,” he panted.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll keep fucking you. I was going to blow you and let you come in my mouth but whatever. If you insist.”

“Can I change my answer?”

“I think you just did.”

She pulled out of him and removed her harness, tossing it on the ground with a flourish. Men should be so lucky to have a cock that indestructible.

An hour of pain-play, dominance and fucking had made her more than ready to have a cock inside her mouth. She stripped him of the bounds, pushed him onto his back and with her knees, shoved his thighs wide open so she could sit between them. She took him first in her hand and then into her mouth.

She wasn’t in much mood to tease him right now, and he was in no mood to be teased. Not anymore. Not after so much pain and erotic torture. He needed to come and she wanted him to come, hard and soon.

With her tongue she caressed him from base to tip and back again. With her lips she massaged him. Then she sucked long and deep on him as his hips rose off the bed, pumping into her mouth. She loved the warm taste of him, the size of him, the way he lost himself so utterly in submitting to her. He grasped at the sheets and arched underneath her.

Nudging his thighs a little wider, she pushed two fingers into him. She kneaded all his favorite spots inside him with just the right amount of pressure to bring his shoulders off the bed and send him coming into her mouth.

She received every drop of what he had to give her and took him in with one swallow.

“Feel better, slut?” She crawled up his body and straddled his chest, sitting on his stomach.

“Much. Merci, Maîtresse.”

“For you, anytime.” She grabbed his hands and pushed his wrists back into the pillows. “As long as you pay me, of course.”

“Of course.”

Bending down, she gave him one more kiss, letting him taste himself on her mouth.

“I suppose I need to clean you up.” She sat up again and gave him an appraising look. He was beaten, bloody and covered in lube. Pretty typical evening for both of them.