Chapter 55

As my Master's grip increases, my breath draws in, but Pussy pulses hot and fluid. His belly pressed to mine, the sex flush heats our joined flesh and I moan.

"Aren't we the juicy one, Mrs Haswell…" The pinch tightens and I'm panting against the pressure when abruptly, snapping away his hand, dropping his face, he replaces fingers with mouth and lips.

Drawing the single nipple between tongue-tip and teeth, the sharp enamel edge razors over already sensitised skin. Pain gambols to my overheated core, frisking over my breasts and chest and neck, setting my skin afire and wringing a shudder from my throat.

My Master raises his face. "That's better," he comments, as though remarking on the weather. "I was beginning to wonder when I would get some real sound out of you. Let's try that again." And dropping his face once more, now to the other breast, he resumes his gentle torment of my other nipple.

But now, he's moving inside me, angling himself, winding himself inside me. The torture of my