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Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits

... moving. "No!" I said, more forcefully than I intended. She flinched, and I set the bowls on the bar. "Turn around and eat." She did so almost timidly, and she stayed standing while we ate. We didn't speak. I think she was afraid to, and I kept having violent images flashing through my brain, including many ones with her strapped down and screaming. When we finished, I put the dishes in the sink and said, "You need to rest." "Yes, Sir," she said quietly and turned to go back to her room. "Tanya," I said. She stopped. "Is there anything you absolutely have to be at work for the next two days?" "No, Sir. Nothing that can't wait until after the weekend. Why do you ask?" "Just wondering." I stepped in front of her and then reached behind her and yanked her hair back, exposing her neck. She gasped and tensed, but then she sucked in her breath when I kissed her pulse point. I moved my lips to hers and kissed her forcefully, holding her chin tightly while crushed her hair in my fist. I really shouldn't have done that since her moans only engorged my cock further, even though I only touched her with my hands. I forced myself to release her, looked into her eyes, and said, "I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you." She gulped and nodded. "You're welcome, Sir. I enjoyed it, too." "Good girl," I breathed. "Now, go to bed." "Yes, Sir." She took two steps before she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. "Thank you, Sir." "For what?" She smiled. "For showing me my limits. I'd never ...

... have known them otherwise, Sir." Then she left. I cleaned up the dishes and then went to clean the dungeon. Normally, after a session, I'd have my partner do it, but I didn't this time for two reasons. One, Tanya truly did need her rest after such an intense session, and I thought the work would calm me down. As I began cleaning up, I quickly found that I was horribly wrong about the second reason. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to finish, though, and then I stormed to my study and slammed the door. I fired up my computer and immediately clicked on one of my more extreme S&M videos. I sat in my chair, unfastened my jeans, and took myself in hand. As the images came on my thirty-four inch monitor, I stroked myself, but by the end of the half hour show depicting torture using rope and needles in addition to a bloody caning, I still hadn't climaxed. If anything, it had only given me ideas of things i could do to Tanya in our next session. I shoved the chair backward, and it slammed against the wall as I stood. "Fuck!" I went to my room and changed into gym shorts. I decided that if I couldn't punish Tanya's body anymore tonight, I'd punish my own. I shut the door to the gym, put on an MCR CD, and turned it up loud. I stretched out and started pounding the treadmill when what I really wanted to do was pound Tanya's ass. Maybe if I exhausted the rest of my body, my dick would get exhausted, too. Half an hour later, after reliving the session in the dungeon in my mind, sweat ...