“You’re doing great,” he whispered and his heart melted at the look of love and happiness that seemed to wash over her. But she only nodded in acknowledgment of his praise before she headed back into the kitchen.
“Did you ever get our tea service back from Sasha?” Nathaniel asked Abby.
“No, Master,” his wife replied.
“Make a note to do it when we get home.”
The rest of the service passed without incident. Sasha was flawless, as Cole knew she would be. He didn’t have anything planned for after, but no one seemed to mind. Nathaniel announced that he and Abby were going to explore the nearby village. Daniel said he and Julie were still recovering from the time difference and were going to their room “to rest.”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” he told his old friend. “I’m going to grab Sasha and shag her into next week.”
Daniel shook his head, following Julie up the stairs to their room.
When everyone had left, he went into the kitchen, where Sasha waited. At his entrance, she dropped to her knees. It was a sight that never failed to leave him breathless.
He rested his hand on top of her head. “I don’t recall ever witnessing a more perfect tea service, little one. You were exceptional.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You did everything brilliantly, and watching you in that role was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.”
“I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.”
“Never doubt it.” He lowered his hand to help her up. “Come here.”
She moved with such grace and poise, so far removed from the wounded submissive he’d first met her as. When she made it to her feet, he pulled her tight to his chest, grinding his erection against her.
“I’m hard as hell and ready to make good on my promise to fuck your arse.”
He didn’t miss the tremor of excitement that ran through her body. When they first met, she’d hated anal sex. Now she couldn’t get enough of it.
“I want you naked and bent over our bed, so when I walk in the room, I see your greedy arse just begging to be filled and fucked.” He gave her backside a slap. “Go.”
“With pleasure, Sir,” she murmured in that sexy fuck me voice. But instead of leaving, she pulled her dress over her head, unsnapped her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. “You know where to find me.”
And find her he did, moments later, waiting for him exactly the way he asked. Without a word, he came up behind her, went to his knees, and gave her wet slit a long lick. He’d caught her off guard; she jumped and gave a cute little yelp.
“Couldn’t wait to taste this pussy,” he said against her skin. “Been thinking about it all day. How wet it’d be for me.” He gave it another lick. “How sweet it’d taste. Tell me, little one, do you like it better when I eat you out or fuck your arse?”
She gasped for breath as he licked her again, because this time he wiggled his tongue part of the way inside. “I don’t know how you think I can decide between the two, Sir.”
“Try anyway.”
He didn’t let up, he kept licking her and licking her and when he licked her clit, she screamed, “Oh my God.”
He slapped her backside. “Tell me.”
“I’ll go with anal sex, Sir.” She squealed and rose up on her toes at the slap he gave her clit.
“Why?”
“Damn it all, are you serious? How am I supposed to think with you doing that?”
“Do it or I stop.” He didn’t start again until she took a deep breath and spoke.
“Because when you take me that way—”
“Say it, Sasha.”
“Because when you fuck my ass, it’s raw and primal and taboo and it’s somehow more intimate.” She shuddered as he resumed tasting her. “It’s like you’re claiming me over and over. I never feel more submissive than I do then.”
She was right on the edge of climax, exactly where he wanted her. He pulled back and rubbed her backside. “Very good. See how easy that was?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in an almost whine.
“I think it’s time I took this plug out so I can claim you again, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gently pulled the plug out and set it aside to clean later. He was so hard after spanking her and watching her at tea, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He prepared her with the lube he had waiting and stroked some on his cock.
He started the long, sweet push inside her. “You may come when you wish.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a tight voice.
She knew what to do in order to make taking him easier and he felt her body relax and the slight push back as she took him inside. He watched as his cock worked its way in.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this.” He reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Your hot arse swallowing my dick whole. It’s all I can do not to pound you into that bed.”
Her breathing grew choppy and he kept up the wicked whispers while he worked her clit with one hand and worked his cock up her ass with the other. She came hard, pushing back toward him, as if she was desperate to have more of him inside her.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and he grabbed her hips hard, holding her still as he released into her. It was only when he looked down that he realized exactly how hard he’d been holding her.
He pulled out and lifted her all the way onto the bed to rest while he went into the bathroom for a warm rag. She hadn’t moved when he returned, so he cleaned them both and then joined her, pulling her into his embrace.
“I was a bit rough,” he said as she snuggled closer. “You may have bruises on your hips.”
“Did you ever get our tea service back from Sasha?” Nathaniel asked Abby.
“No, Master,” his wife replied.
“Make a note to do it when we get home.”
The rest of the service passed without incident. Sasha was flawless, as Cole knew she would be. He didn’t have anything planned for after, but no one seemed to mind. Nathaniel announced that he and Abby were going to explore the nearby village. Daniel said he and Julie were still recovering from the time difference and were going to their room “to rest.”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” he told his old friend. “I’m going to grab Sasha and shag her into next week.”
Daniel shook his head, following Julie up the stairs to their room.
When everyone had left, he went into the kitchen, where Sasha waited. At his entrance, she dropped to her knees. It was a sight that never failed to leave him breathless.
He rested his hand on top of her head. “I don’t recall ever witnessing a more perfect tea service, little one. You were exceptional.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You did everything brilliantly, and watching you in that role was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.”
“I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.”
“Never doubt it.” He lowered his hand to help her up. “Come here.”
She moved with such grace and poise, so far removed from the wounded submissive he’d first met her as. When she made it to her feet, he pulled her tight to his chest, grinding his erection against her.
“I’m hard as hell and ready to make good on my promise to fuck your arse.”
He didn’t miss the tremor of excitement that ran through her body. When they first met, she’d hated anal sex. Now she couldn’t get enough of it.
“I want you naked and bent over our bed, so when I walk in the room, I see your greedy arse just begging to be filled and fucked.” He gave her backside a slap. “Go.”
“With pleasure, Sir,” she murmured in that sexy fuck me voice. But instead of leaving, she pulled her dress over her head, unsnapped her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. “You know where to find me.”
And find her he did, moments later, waiting for him exactly the way he asked. Without a word, he came up behind her, went to his knees, and gave her wet slit a long lick. He’d caught her off guard; she jumped and gave a cute little yelp.
“Couldn’t wait to taste this pussy,” he said against her skin. “Been thinking about it all day. How wet it’d be for me.” He gave it another lick. “How sweet it’d taste. Tell me, little one, do you like it better when I eat you out or fuck your arse?”
She gasped for breath as he licked her again, because this time he wiggled his tongue part of the way inside. “I don’t know how you think I can decide between the two, Sir.”
“Try anyway.”
He didn’t let up, he kept licking her and licking her and when he licked her clit, she screamed, “Oh my God.”
He slapped her backside. “Tell me.”
“I’ll go with anal sex, Sir.” She squealed and rose up on her toes at the slap he gave her clit.
“Why?”
“Damn it all, are you serious? How am I supposed to think with you doing that?”
“Do it or I stop.” He didn’t start again until she took a deep breath and spoke.
“Because when you take me that way—”
“Say it, Sasha.”
“Because when you fuck my ass, it’s raw and primal and taboo and it’s somehow more intimate.” She shuddered as he resumed tasting her. “It’s like you’re claiming me over and over. I never feel more submissive than I do then.”
She was right on the edge of climax, exactly where he wanted her. He pulled back and rubbed her backside. “Very good. See how easy that was?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in an almost whine.
“I think it’s time I took this plug out so I can claim you again, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gently pulled the plug out and set it aside to clean later. He was so hard after spanking her and watching her at tea, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He prepared her with the lube he had waiting and stroked some on his cock.
He started the long, sweet push inside her. “You may come when you wish.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a tight voice.
She knew what to do in order to make taking him easier and he felt her body relax and the slight push back as she took him inside. He watched as his cock worked its way in.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this.” He reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Your hot arse swallowing my dick whole. It’s all I can do not to pound you into that bed.”
Her breathing grew choppy and he kept up the wicked whispers while he worked her clit with one hand and worked his cock up her ass with the other. She came hard, pushing back toward him, as if she was desperate to have more of him inside her.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and he grabbed her hips hard, holding her still as he released into her. It was only when he looked down that he realized exactly how hard he’d been holding her.
He pulled out and lifted her all the way onto the bed to rest while he went into the bathroom for a warm rag. She hadn’t moved when he returned, so he cleaned them both and then joined her, pulling her into his embrace.
“I was a bit rough,” he said as she snuggled closer. “You may have bruises on your hips.”
