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[noburden]

She nods.

"But we're not done." Soreness can set in later. Jill leans up to kiss him hungrily, hand on the back of his neck.

[rosarianoath]

Somewhere, at the back of his head, he remembers that he hasn't come; he's still hard as a rock inside of her, and that kiss and tug to her is a kick in the ass. He groans against her lips, his hand shifting to squeeze one of her breasts.

[noburden]

"Shh," she sounds with a smile. He's not being loud, but she's feeling cheeky.

[rosarianoath]

“You’re one to talk,” he murmurs, amused, daring to draw his hips back from her.

[noburden]

She makes a soft noise of pleasure, a needy thing, wanting him to thrust into her again. Nothing too loud. Yet.

"It's your fault."

[rosarianoath]

He rocks back into her, slower.

“I control you, do I?”

[noburden]

Jill groans, just barely keeping it quiet.

"You're my master."

[rosarianoath]

That sends a cold shiver down his spine, and he’s not sure whether to pull back or lean in. For a heartbeat he just presses back into her, eyes lowered, and then, quiet and serious:

“Will you do anything I ask?”

[noburden]

"Yes," she replies without hesitation, brushing her fingers through his hair when she realizes he's not meeting her gaze. "... within reason. I can't imagine you ever asking for too much."

She's happy to call him her master because she knows how much he loves her.

[rosarianoath]

He leans into her touch, and finally drags his eyes back to hers. He can live with that answer. He doesn’t love it, but if it’s what she wants, he can play in that realm.

“Up on your knees, then.”

[noburden]

She begins to move, but not before holding his face for a kiss.

"On my knees," she repeats with a smile, doing as she's told.

[rosarianoath]

Clive allows her that quick kiss, and then helps her turn over, hands palming over her hips.

“Hands on the headboard,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"Hands on the headboard..." She repeats, smiling back at him as she does just that. "Am I doing this right?"

[rosarianoath]

He sits back on his heels for a second to just look at her, gaze roving from the slope of her back to the cleft of her ass, and he reaches palm between her legs. His fingers spread around the wetness. He breathes in sharply. He feels almost dizzy, looking at her on display.

“Yes,” he says, seriously. “You have to keep your hands there until I say otherwise.”

[noburden]

She sighs at his touch. Still sensitive, but still wanting.

"Anything for you," she says, turning her head so her hair falls over a shoulder. "I'm yours."

[rosarianoath]

He works a finger inside her, just enough to wet his finger thoroughly, and then withdraws. His eyes don’t leave the back of her head for an instant.

“You are mine,” he agrees.

And then, with no preamble, he gives her a gentle swat on the bottom with the flat of his palm.

[noburden]

The swat earns him a little yelp. It didn't hurt, but it does surprise her, and she laughs.

"Fiesty tonight, are you?"

[rosarianoath]

She’s laughing. It should be fine. He still feels his ears burn.

“Only because I haven’t spent yet,” he says, rallying to keep his voice serious. He shifts behind her, close but not quite touching, one thick finger tracing up the cleft of her ass.

[noburden]

She knows him well enough to know he's outside of his comfort zone. What else can she do but sound eager and smile back at him?

"And where do you hope to do that?"

Her back arches, trying to press towards him.

[rosarianoath]

Clive looks at her face, the confidence in her smile. He has to tether himself there, as his finger traces down to her cunt, and then back up until it settles on the pucker of her asshole.

“If the lady would oblige her master…”

[noburden]

"I would. Happily," she adds. Before, he had been convinced he hurt her. She'd felt terrible that he thought such a thing, but often it feels like once his mind is decided, no amount of reassurance from her will change it. That he's initiating this makes her heart swell with affection for him.

Still, she has to bite back the urge to ask him if he's sure. She is.

[rosarianoath]

He isn’t sure, but he knows by now that the only way out of fear is to face it. (A comedic thing, considering his aim here, but it is what it is.)

“Good girl,” he mutters, pressing that slickened finger into her to the first knuckle, slow and cautious.

[noburden]

Those words, said by him, makes her body hum as much as his touch.

"I do like being a good girl for you, Clive," she says. "As tempting as it is to disobey..."

[rosarianoath]

Deeper still, still slow. He shifts in closer, nearly flush with her, his free hand coming around to play with her clit.

“You have to be good tonight,” he says, looking down at his finger sinking into her. His cock bobs against her ass, too, hard and red. “If you don’t… this game will end.”

[noburden]

She breathes out, fingers tightening on the headboard as he works her from two angles. A part of her, and great part of her, already wants to beg him to fuck her.

"I'll be good. I swear," she says. "Anything you ask of me."