She hit him again, the hardest she had yet done, and he stifled his shout, aware that he had to maintain some discretion.He leaked more seed but he succeeded—using all of his powers—in not spending.
“Excellent,” she said, walking over to him.“Now I want you inside of me.”
“Beatrice—”
“You will listen to me.You will do as I say.”
She returned to her sitting position on the bureau.
“Enter me.”
He obeyed her, once more dipping into her sweet slickness.She was, somehow, even wetter than she had been before.It seemed that she was enjoying his request.
And she still had the riding crop in one hand.
She brought it down on his arse again.He startled and drove deeper inside of her, the slick feel of her now added to the sting of the crop.
“Ahhh, Beatrice,” he warned.“I am very close.”
He feared that he would be unable to withdraw.
“Very good,” she said.“That’s what I want to hear, Thomas.As I said, you would get your reward, if you withstood your lashes.”
She hit again with the crop, which caused him to sink deeper into her once more.
“Beatrice, I am going to spend.I should withdraw.”
But she paid him no heed.She brought the crop down on him again and he came, instantly, upon contact.He filled her sweet pussy with his seed, spilling deep inside of her.She cried out, too, and he realized that she was following him.Her muscles contracted over his cock and only drew more seed from him.
“Fuck,” he swore, drawing himself out of her, even as he continued to spill.
She dropped the crop and her hands went over her mouth.
“Thomas, I am so sorry!”she exclaimed.
He turned away from her, ashamed of his loss of control.
“No, it is my fault.”
“No, no, it isn’t,” she said, rounding him and putting her hands on his hands.“You warned me.It is my fault.”
“You didn’t want this—you asked me to take care.”
She shook her head.“It is just one time.One mistake.On my part.It is unlikely to result in any consequence.”
“You can’t know that.”
“It is my fault.I got carried away.I never knew—how much I would like that.”
He sighed.“If there are consequences, I will take care of you.”
“I know you will.”
“No, Beatrice, not just with money.I will marry you.”
She gave him a long look.“You cannot mean that.Marrying me—it would be a scandal.”
“I don’t care about that,” he said, taking her in his arms.“I will marry you, if there is a child, or if there isn’t one.I just want you.Forever.”
