Page 56 of David's Chase

He likes to see me on my knees.And paying me to do this is as much of a turn on for him as it is for me.

I know him by now. I know when he teeters on the edge. When he is about to blast his load. So I bob my head and rub him harder until a grunt pushes to his lips.

His eyes go blank as he experiences pleasure, and I become a quiet witness, silently in awe.

Who knew I could bring someone so much pleasure?

And who knew it would be someone like him?

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The next hourfinds me in bed, sprawled on my stomach, restrained––my wrists tied at my back––and my face tilted to the side, the view meshed into my soul.

Despite how beautiful the image looks, my brain is busy processing the smorgasbord of delight titillating my senses.

“Please,” I beg––and he said I would. “Please let me come.”

My rear is up in the air––slightly, just enough so he can enter me to his heart’s delight––and a butt plug makes the whole ordeal something to brag about.

It took him a lot of patience, deft fingers, and some lube to bring me to his point, and I have no regrets.

My body quivers every time he slides his hard length into my core.

“With more conviction…” he demands, entertained and unaffected by the tsunami about to sweep through me.

“I beg you…” I say but can’t make myself say his name.

Saying his name now would mean something.

And I don’t think I could say it without a smidgen of emotion in my voice.

‘I beg you, David,’never leaves my lips.

It would sound like I talked to my husband.

I seemingly can’t snap out of that paradigm.And it’s the same when he calls me Elizabeth.

It’s all in my head.

And like the voice that’s constantly yapping in my head, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Wet arousal trickles down my legs, the heat making me want his thrusts even more.

“What can I do to make you do it?” I murmur.

“Keep begging.”

“You won’t do it, though.”

He chuckles, still rocking his hips and filling me to the brim.Moving with care, he prolongs my sweet torture.

“Please touch me. Please…”

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Please touch my clit.”

“I won’t touch your clit.”

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