Chapter 72

My Master sheaths himself inside me…

And he holds. "Elizabeth, a good sub always gives easy access to her Dominant."

Hint taken…

Canting my hips. I swing my legs up and wide, to wrap around his waist, but as I do so, he withdraws, slapping palms to the back of my knees, leaning his weight forward to spread me further, my legs doubled back, my sex spread, displayed and accessible.

He releases a little pressure from my knees. "Can you hold that position?"

"Um… Some support perhaps, Master? Under my hips."

He nods, short and sharp, then tugs a pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it under me and into the small of my back. "Better?"

"Yes, much better." I shift, flexing my spine, curving back on myself to keep my legs splayed as my Master wishes.

"Good girl…"

He doesn't smile, but his pupils are huge and black as he trails fingers along the inner thigh of one leg, then reaches for the other with his mouth. To one side, nails once more dig in, a pin-prick line of pain which trips downwar