He walked in. Went straight to her. Placed his hand under her chin and pulled her upright.
“Posture my pet. Did you forget?”
“No Sir.”
He took his seat in his chair while she remained kneeling beside him. She fought to remain steady. She knew he was pushing her. He stared at her and took in her beauty. His eyes traced her body. His head tilted from side to side. A smile would creep across his face and he would catch himself. Harden his lips and tighten his jaw. He watched her as slowly her body started to give way to gravity again.
“Would you rather give up?”
“No Sir.”
“Good girl”
Hearing that made her arch her back and push herself harder. She had to fight against the urge to just fall over. She steadied her trembling thighs and ignored the burning muscles in her ass cheeks. Instead she focused on the thought of how proud her Master will be of her. How he will feel when she completes this task. When she proves she can do this for him. The look of pride he will hold for her in his eyes.
The feel of love that will be in his touch. When he takes her and ravishes her body and uses her for his pleasure. Yes! HIS pleasure because she has proven she wants to be his. She is willing to do whatever he wants to be whatever he needs…oh that feeling will be worth going through any pain for this man.
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