With his fingers digging into her neck with bruising force, that secret submissive part of her rose up and took control of every part of her from the waist down. Entirely against her will she came, loud and lusty. A few minutes later he reached around her hip, found her clitoris and stroked her to a second and even more humiliating climax.

At last she felt his thrusts slowing and growing harder. He pulled out but only long enough to put her flat on her back and push into her again.

“Oh, don’t you fucking dare,” she said, trying and failing to squirm away from him. But she couldn’t get away and she could do nothing but lay on her back, held down by his incredible strength as he pushed and pushed and pushed into her. He closed his eyes and pulled out of her. He ripped the condom off and threw it aside. When he came, it was on her, the warm fluid spurting onto her breasts.

With a sigh he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and rolled him onto his back.

“You realize I’m going to kill you the next time you submit to me. You know that, right?” She grabbed the towel off the nightstand, soaked it in the water that had gone cold and wiped his semen off her. “No more breath-play. It’s death-play next time. You come to my dungeon. I kill you.”

“It was worth it.” He grinned devilishly at her and she fought the urge to slap that shit-eating grin off his face.

“You know this is the reason why people don’t trust Switches. That little stunt you pulled just now?”

“Fucking you raw when you least expected it, you mean?”

“That one. That’s why normal kinky people don’t like us.” She tossed the towel into the basin and straightened her corset.

“I like us,” he said, turning over again, and resting on his elbows. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t like us.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck and gave him a bruising kiss and a skin-breaking bite to his bottom lip. “I fucking love us...boss.”

END OF SESSION

So there ya go, King. You wanted a recitation of one of our sessions together, and here it is. You are easily the most narcissistic man on the planet. Could you please make sure this file goes into the confidential coded cabinets? Or at least into your private porn collection? I’d really not like it if it got out that I fucked my clients. Or, more accurately, let them fuck me. I should have safed out right before you came on me just to piss you off. And I would have except you’re annoying good at rough fucking. Seriously. Do they teach you guys that in French high schools? If so I’m booking a trip to Paris tomorrow.

In conclusion you are the single most frustrating, annoying, dangerous, exhausting, overbearing, irritating client on my entire roster and that includes the medical fetishist who makes me dress like Florence Nightingale and speak in an English accent.