“You’re being unreasonable.”
“I know.” I chuckle, pressing kisses along her shoulder. “But you should probably get used to that.”
Her pussy flutters around my cock, my need to fuck her so hard she feels me for a week fighting with the satisfaction of dragging orgasm after orgasm from her pretty body.
As a Dom, I’ve always enjoyed controlling my subs’ orgasms, whether that be denying them for hours or even days, or forcing multiple in a short period of time until they’re a shaking mess. And I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a sick kind of smugness from the occasional ruined orgasm when they’ve been extra bratty. But it’s different with Hannah.
Everything is different with her.
Because when this is over, and I’ve filled her with my cum, I’m not going to just provide the necessary amount of aftercare and then fuck off.
No. I’ll give her every second of care she needs before carrying her to the bathroom and helping her get ready for bed, then climbing beneath the sheets beside her and holding her while she sleeps.
Moving my fingers lower to where we’re joined, I gather her wetness before returning to my ministrations of her clit.
“Fuck,” she sobs, her inner muscles working my cock and dragging a groan from my chest.
“You feel so good, Little One,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “We might have to make this a nightly occurrence. What do you think?”
She moans, her hips shifting of their own accord. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I scoff. “If death could be brought forward by a few forced orgasms, I think we’d have a severe shortage in subs.”
A small laugh tumbles from her lips, immediately followed by a moan.
“You close again, baby girl?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
My cock pulses at the words on her lips, and I can’t help but thrust my hips once. There’s something about being called Sir by my girl that has the ability to make me lose control.
“Please fuck me,” she sobs.
“No,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need more. I need you to fuck me.”
I slap my fingers down on her clit. “I said no, Hannah. If you’re not careful, I’ll keep you coming even after I finish.”
“No,” she whines. “Please, Sir.”
But her body gives her away as her heat tightens around me.
How could I forget how much my girl likes her pussy spanked?
“Is this what you need, Hannah?” I ask against the shell of her ear a moment before I bring my hand down on her clit twice in quick succession.
“Oh fuck.” Her hips shift, frantically chasing the release that’s building.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock, baby,” I growl, delivering another series of slaps to the oversensitive bundle of nerves.
Hannah’s scream fills the room as she clenches down around me, and her body shakes with her release.
“That’s it. Such a good girl,” I praise, easing my ministrations on her clit as she starts coming down from her orgasm. As much as I love causing her blissful pain, she doesn’t seem to be used to having this many orgasms this close together, and I don’t want to push her so much she decides to add it to her limits.
“Sir,” she sobs. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you to come.”
“You want me to fill your pretty cunt with my cum, baby girl?”
