He then positioned behind her and drove into her slick, greedy cunt. He listened to her deep, needy moans as he used her until he pulled her up by her hair, sitting her on his cock, straddling his lap.

He petted her clit.

She whimpered.

“Who’s inside you?” he whispered in her ear.

“My Master.”

“Did you enjoy your spanking?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy the story?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t…I-I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?”

“I don’t know the answer to that either, Master.”

“Because it was unhappy?”

“Was she alive?”

Her question threw him.

“I’m sorry?”

“Her lover was dead, she held him, falling forever. Was she alive while she held him, the lady of the chalk?”

“What do you think?”

“I want her to be dead.”

“Why?”

“Because it is far too awful to think of her forever alive, holding her dead lover.”

It was.

It was far too awful to think of it like that.

He just didn’t think Serena had it in her to consider that.

But he liked it that she did.

And as she did, this deserved a reward.

“Climb off, turn, and climb back on, Serena,” he growled.

She twitched in surprise, for after their very first time, he’d never taken her facing him.

But she did as told.

When he had her sleek pussy again, he ordered, “Tunic off.”

She did that as well.

And he liked her like this, naked and vulnerable astride him, while he was fully clothed.

He held her eyes and commanded, “Now ride me until I come, if you come as you do, do it freely, but do not lose my gaze.”

Serena rode him, hard and rough, and Chu dug his fingers into the heated flesh of her arse as she did so.

He lost her gaze when she came, still bouncing on his cock, but he allowed that for she carried on bouncing on his cock.

He took his hand from her arse to grip her hair and yank her head back, feeling her pussy tighten around him and hearing her cry of pleasure when he did this.

He then shot his seed deep inside her.

“Don your tunic,” he ordered hoarsely, still drifting down from his climax.

With shaking hands, she complied.

“You’ve pleased me,” he shared.

“This makes me happy, Master,” she whispered.

“Did you miss our play?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Very much, Master.”

“Show me how much, little mouse.”

She looked confused again.

And Chu took pity on her again.

“Offer me your mouth, beautiful slave,” he murmured.

That earned him surprise but she tipped her head back, her lips parted.

He took what he wanted until she squirmed in his lap, then he took it away.

“Grab hold of the blanket, shake it out behind you and hold it to your shoulders,” he commanded, and she obeyed, now with trembling hands.