Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session

... last this time. Tanya groaned beneath me, and her hands were fisted tightly. She was thrashing her head back and forth as much as she could under the circumstances. "Do you want to cum, Tanya?" "Yes, Master," she groaned. I pounded her harder, my own climax building. "Only after I do. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." This time it was more of a whimper, and I felt her begin to shake. The sensation as I plowed into her was too much to take, and I grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and slammed into her one last time before my release came. "Fucking hell!" I cried out, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her as she pumped the last meager bit of my cum out of me. Tanya was still whimpering and shaking, though, and since she had far exceeded my expectations, I reached down and removed the clit clamp and thumbed it viciously. Within seconds, another scream was ripped from her throat, but this one was only filled with pleasure, and I grinned. I pulled out of her as her tremors continued, and I unstrapped and unclamped her. She didn't move, and I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was a small smile on her lips. She was fine. I brushed the hair off her forehead and kissed it softly. "I'll be in my study in twenty minutes if you want to talk." It wasn't a question, and I really hoped she didn't answer me. I was exhausted, and I wasn't in the mood to punish her again right now. She stayed silent, and I slid my jeans on and left, shutting the door ...

... behind me. I took a long, hot shower, dressed in a different pair of jeans and a blue button-down shirt, and went to my study to wait for her. If she wasn't there in five minutes, I would assume she didn't want to talk. Three minutes later, she stood in the doorway, dressed in nothing but a light, cotton robe that barely covered her ass. "Sir, may I come in?" "Please do," I said, standing up and moving around my desk. "Sit." I gestured to one of the chairs. She eyed it with distaste. "Respectfully, Sir, I'd rather stand." I chuckled and took her chin in my fingers. "Look at me," I said softly. Her eyes came up. "Talk to me. How do you feel?" She smiled shyly. "I have never hurt like this before, Sir." "You didn't safe word." "No, Sir. I'm in so much pain, but I've never had a climax like that before, either. No one has ever been able to make me feel like this before, Sir. Not even Mistress Ella. Thank you." I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I then fisted one hand in my hand and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her close. She cried out weakly, but her hands came around me and fisted in the back of my shirt as she returned the kiss fervently. I was breathing hard when I released her, and I stepped back until I was leaning against my desk. Twirling my finger in the air, I said, "Turn. Let me look at you." She smiled and did as I said. The dress exposed everything below her ass, and I saw that several of the welts were also bruised. She wouldn't be sitting down ...