on her, demanding, squeezing, lifting and lowering her. He didn’t let her fight it off. He savored that look in her eyes as everything turned internal and the body took over. She was spasming on his cock, because his reaction was getting more intense as well, building. Her nails raked him as a cry ripped from her throat. His hand on her hair kept her face turned in his direction and her gaze landed on his, held there as he showed her the demand in his expression. He let her hold onto it like a lifeline. She was doing what he’d commanded. She was pleasing him. In every way. He had her.
Another hard cry ripped from her throat, a flush climbing from her neck to her jaw and into her fair cheeks. He worked her on his cock, kept her going.
The fight was over and won. Shock gripped her expression as the full force of the orgasm took her, took any control at all. She was in his hands, with no decisions needing to be made. It swept her away in bliss, and he was right there in the clouds with her. The climax grabbed him, too, took him over. A harsh grunt ripped from him, his whole body tightening up, and the surprise that flashed through her gaze then became a type of joy, her hands upon him as they rode that wave of sensation together.
The way it should be.
When they came down, he made sure he had both arms around her, didn’t ease their hold even when she went limp, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms loosely looped around him. He stroked her damp skin wherever he could reach it, murmured to her. “Good girl,” he said softly. “Beautiful woman. I got you.”
And things like that. Whatever came to mind that told her he was pleased with her, that she’d done nothing but please him. Including giving herself to her own pleasure, as he’d ordered.
She held onto him, shuddered. Sometimes those shudders became more powerful, and he stroked her, soothed her. Reminded her again she’d done as he’d commanded. Not a single thing wrong with that.
But he thought it needed more reinforcement. He wasn’t going to take the chance that her mind would turn on her in the aftermath. At length, he eased her back, framed the side of her face with one hand. “I want you on the bed. On your hands and knees, facing away from me.”
She gave him a curious look beneath her lashes, but didn’t question. He helped her, guiding her to step down around his foot plate and turn away, toward the bed.
No matter that they’d just finished, he still wanted to groan at the sight of her obeying him, putting a knee up on the mattress, then the rest of her, waiting on hands and knees, her wet cunt and trembling thighs on display for him. Her toes hooked the edge of the mattress, the tender soles of her feet facing him.
He’d removed the ring and tucked it away. He’d handle clean up shortly, but he’d take care of this first. Putting a hand on her buttock, he splayed his fingers, let his thumb brush her sensitive pussy. It was flushed with her climax, the tissues swollen in the aftermath of taking him inside her. He was going on pure instinct here, and he hoped he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t going to stop himself to overanalyze it.
She gasped when he slapped her ass with his open palm, making it a pretty forceful blow. “Down on your elbows,” he said.
She didn’t hesitate, and that tightness was back in his chest as the position lifted her ass higher. “I’m going to do that until I want to stop,” he said. “And each time, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer it with the word ‘yes.’” He slapped her again. “If you don’t, I’ll do it until you do. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did you please me?” Slap.
“Yes.”
“Did you please me better than any woman ever has?” A harder slap, so she couldn’t overthink it. She bit back a yelp.
“Yes.”
He rubbed the smarting flesh, stroking her still wet pussy again. “Are you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
She’d dipped her head, so he glimpsed a tiny, pained smile, swallowed by something more intense as he landed the blow.
“Y-Yes.”
“Are you going to believe me when I tell you how much you pleased me?” Slap.