Page 67 of Serving the Mogul

“Tell me to punish you, Tina.”

“Punish me, Master.” I’d do anything if it meant he’d make me come and end this urge.

He pulled away.

I cried out in distress, no longer able to feel him anywhere close to me.

“James?”

No answer.

Plaintively, I whispered, “Master?”

“I’m going to paddle you, Tina. This happens when you displease me.”

I didn’t even have time to brace myself or feel fear before a lick of fiery heat struck my exposed ass.

I jolted, unsure if it hurt…or felt good.

Hands clenching, I pressed my face to the leather padding under me.

“Another, Tina.”

I cried out this time, but I still wasn’t sure how it felt.

“Another,” he rasped, and his voice was throatier, rougher.

But it didn’t come.

I whimpered.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master!”

Again, I cried out. It was pleasure and pain, and I loved both sides of it.

“James, please!”

He tangled a hand in my hair and bent over me. “Please what?”

Dazed, I met his eyes. “I…please. Make me come, please…please….”

He threw something down. I couldn’t see what, only knew it happened because of the movement I glimpsed in the mirror as he let go of my hair and moved away. Greedily I watched, staring at his back muscles, his lean hips, as he circled around me, then stopped behind the horse.

He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down enough to free his cock, wrapping his fist around the heavy length.

“I can put a condom on,” he said. “Do you want me to do that, Tina?”

I shivered, knowing he wasn’t asking as a Dom, but as my lover.

“No. I’m clean. If you say you don’t need it, I trust you.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, holding my gaze in the mirror for a long, poignant moment. Then he stroked his hands across my hips and moved closer. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s running down your thighs, baby. It’s tempting to ignore the rest of your punishment and just fuck you. Do you want me to forget your punishment?”

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