sounds were low and deep from my throat, desperately escaping to signal my ecstasy.
"Do you like to be fucked, pet?" he asked. His fingers played with my nipples, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh around them.
"Yes, Sir," I moaned. "I like your cock so much." His play ful hands kept my breasts stable against my chest as he hammered into me again and again.
"Such a delicate, ripe pussy too. You're so beautiful, pet." Somehow his words were both incredibly serious and lighthearted at the same time, filling my body with a comfort like I'd never felt. Even though I was fully exposed in unflattering light, I'd never been more comfortable with my body—ever in my life . I felt like a woman, his prized catch, the object of his affection. I quickly realized that the more I relaxed, the more I felt my orgasm growing. Even with the restraints and the threat of him teasing me, I was feeling myself trust , letting go of my inhibitions.
"Please, pet. Come for me," he said. His words were a command, one that I wasn't certain I could fulfill given my limited capacity to control my own body —a fact he had exploited more than once today .
He sought to go even deeper inside of me, and i n the midst of adjusting his angle, sent his fingers to my clit, pressing that button and bringing me back to life. I felt electricity rush through my body, surging, uninhibited. Every thrust became amplified as my mind began to overflow with sensation. I began to break down, finally realizing the orgasm that had escaped me multiple times now —and satisfying his command . It flooded through me, hardening my nipples, arching my back. I pressed backward into the table instead of forward, trying not to battle the straps as I cried out. My hair spilled all over the table, as I screamed out. My obedience was delightful.
"Yes, good pet!" The upward angle of his cock continued to press against my g-spot with every movement. He kept growing in intensity, his thrusts helping me in my ascent, pushing me to exactly where he wanted me to go. His fingers kept working me, manipulating that soft flesh. I was burning as fireworks exploded behind my eyes, nearly passing out during the peak.
Roland, satisfied with my progress, let himself go. He exploded inside of me, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick seed , fucking it into the deepest parts of me. I felt every contraction of his cock, knowing that with it came even more of his release . Each twitch was enough to keep my own climax in motion, causing little spikes of pleasure. His back arched and his muscles tightened as his thrusts s lowed, holding his hardened length buried deep inside of me. I was glad he had finished inside of me this time.
"Mmm, that was so nice, Marisa. Did you like it?"
"Yes," I said between heavy breaths.
He leaned forwa rd and gently kissed my lips. I kissed back, sending my tongue to explore every surface of his mouth. After our mouths slowed, he set me free . I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, seeking what I hadn't received the other day. He held me back and we stayed like that for a while .
"You didn't believe me, did you Marisa? You didn't believe that I could give you what you needed."
"I'm sorry," I said, realizing my mistake.
"I hope you're learning, my little sub," he said affectionately.
I wasn't totally sure if I liked being called a sub. Maybe I wanted to dominate him . Or not. I don't know if that was really a sensible idea. I still didn't really have any idea what I was doing.
"What do you want to ask me about?" he said. "Since you were so good, I'll give you the opportunity to ask me something. Really. Go ahead."
My mind was still cluttered with so many thoughts regarding our experience. I tried hard to summon a question, to summon anything worth asking at all. He was opening up for a second—and I needed to take advantage of it.
"Uh," I blurted out, "did you know about the illegal dumping before you resigned as CEO? The two events
Edited and with an Introduction by William Butler Yeats