Anthony stood at the end of the table, Wolfe's jakara laid out before him like a tempting meal. After the two hours he'd spent in the dungeon, bringing Elizabeth to orgasm with his fingers, he needed to feel his cock slamming in and out of a hot pussy. “Are you wet and ready?”
“Yes, Sir, this girl is wet and awaiting your command.”
Quickly releasing the buttons on his tunic, he divested himself of it, then reaching inside the opening of his pants, he moved his swollen rod into view. Standing between her wide spread legs, he pulled her vagina open and slid his cock deep. “I'm going to fuck you until dawn,” he stated. “You will scream with release and do as you are told.”
“Yes, Milord, I will do as you command.”
He could hear the satisfaction in her voice, knowing he was giving her pleasure as he pumped his cock in and out of her depth. He could smell her sweetness and feel her wetness on his skin. “I want you to use your hands to hold your breasts together for me,” he commanded. When she complied, he lowered his mouth and took both nipples between his lips and sucked.
“Oh, God, yes. Suck them harder, please.”
He did as she requested, sucking her nipples into his mouth and holding them tight. His rod slammed hard in and out of her pussy, as her muscles grabbed his cock on each backward stroke. Her hands held her breasts together so he could suck both nipples at once.
“Oh, Anthony, fuck me. Make me cum. Please, make my honey flow.”
Not surprised by this change from the submissive tones of a slave to the demanding tones of a woman, Hart realized she was no longer able to be other than she was. At that moment, she was a woman, close to orgasm and in need of release. This was the instant when slave and woman became one, when he as a man could take pleasure in making her lose control of the tightly held belief she was submissive.
“Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. “Make me cum.”
He happily did as the woman told him. His cock thrust in and out of her hot wet sleeve, pumping so hard he drove to the very back of her vagina. Her screams filled the air around him as hot fluid flowed from deep within her, pouring in waves over his cock, as he continued to drive in and out. Again and again, his fingers rubbed her clit until she was writhing on the table. Deep moans emitted from her chest, his cock never slowing to allow her muscles to relax or her body to recover from the pulsing contractions coursing through her pussy.
“Stop, oh God, stop!” she pleaded with him.
“You dare to issue a command to me?”
Her eyes shot open and he read the fear there. “Na…no, Milord,” she stuttered. “This insignificant girl would never dare to issue a command. This girl will submit to whatever you wish. Please, Milord, I would never issue a command.”
Her eyes filling with tears as she begged brought a smile to his lips. “Fear not little one, for I only tease you. Truth be told, I prefer a woman to a slave. You will continue to allow your body to control your voice until such time as I am done fucking you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Milord.”
Anthony was pleased to see her relax back onto the table and once again move her hips in time to his thrusts.