His palm slapped the side of her breast so hard the milk sprayed sideways and she screamed — not only pain, because her pussy clenched around him at the exact same moment and she hated herself for it with a completeness that made her vision swim.
"'Say it.'"
"...master." A whisper. Wrecked. She barely recognized her own voice in it.
The smirk she felt against her cheek was not kind. It was satisfied, the way a craftsman is satisfied when the piece finally fits.
'
1:00 AM. Two hours.
The blue shimmer pulsed. She gasped at the warmth and didn't know why.
He turned her face-up on the mattress.
Then he climbed over her chest.
His cock settled between her breasts — thick, still flushed, unhurried — and he pressed them together with both palms, squeezing the full, leaking weight of them inward around him, and began to move.
