Oh gods.
“Sit down,” she says.
And I slide onto it.
Bloody fucking hell.
The sensation it causes me.
I gasp.
It’s so deep in me.
“Arch,” she says, and grasps my hair to pull me back.
“Ouch,” I scream, because the angle of that thing in me was quite painful.
“Yes, Princess?” she asks me.
“That was?—“
I don’t even know if it was painful or just uncomfortably arousing.
In me, a burning desire is released.
“Grab the chains and roll your hips,” she orders me. “Present me your arse.”
I do as told, but I don’t come very far. A burning feeling builds in my core.
And then she slaps my arse.
“Faster,” she says. And I do as told.
Another slap.
I have to moan.
And moan.
More slaps.
I can’t take it any longer.
“Please, Mistress, I need to come!” I shout.
“Come,” she says, slaps me again, and my body explodes as if a volcano spits lava from my core. My hands, legs and entire face are tingling.
And then comes the relief. With the exhaustion, I collapse. I can’t hold myself anymore. I just hang there in the chains.
Whatever.
I don’t even know where my body begins and ends.
When I wake,bright sunlight reaches my face. My body feels utterly knackered, including hurting joints, a burning bum and throbbing head. Yet, I feel great. And when I open my eyes, I see I’m in a bedroom.
The same sheets as in Glenmere Manor. Only this time, we're in London, and Victoria is lying next to me in what must be her bed, sleeping peacefully, one arm on my belly.
I don’t even remember getting here.
