I removed my hand. An action I found was very hard after seeing how she reacted. But… She had her nibble. And I wanted to see how far I could take this.
“Nnnoooooo… Don’t stop damn it!” she shouted, and that was her mistake.
“That’s quite a tone you’re using, bitch.” I flicked a finger at her engorged c**t. She gasped.
I flicked again, and growled, “Who am I b***h!?”
“Master!”
“Whose master?”
“Mine!?”
“Mine what!?” “You’re my Master!”
“Good girl.” I reached over, and gave her isolated n*****s a surprise tweak. “Oh gud,” she gasped. Her breathing was ragged, meaning she was really, really close to point two. I retreated, and left her to calm down for a good five minutes. All the while, placing random caresses over her again, but this time to reassure her, I was still there.
“Now
