Chapter 51

• SCOTT
• I swear my slave was becoming sexier and more desirable every day. I couldn't restrain myself on our way home, having to fuck her practically as we'd left Mistress Dark's driveway. I let her tease me by masturbating herself on the drive back. I could smell her arousal in the car, like baking bread in the oven, permeating the air and making my cock rise again. When we got home, she grabbed her dress and the shawl, hanging one and throwing the other into the laundry basket. I knew once I started spanking her for cumming, I'd need to fuck her again, so I brought her into the bedroom, having her bend over my knee once more. She kissed my hand before settling over my lap and counted down the strokes. I was striking her harder now than when I first started, but from the sounds she made, it was hard to tell.
• I finished and she said, "Fuck my ass, Master." I knew her bottom was red and it would hurt as I pounded into her, but she moaned delightfully as I penetrated her back door. Six minutes in, my slave was pleading with me to let her cum. The second I gave her permission she spasmed over me, her ass like a vise as her orgasm swept through her. She screamed as she climaxed, not loud, half spoken, half whimpered.