150. "Je l'aime..."

Denny was so alive all night banging her to oblivion.

He was enraged that she dared to disobey, but in all honesty, Denny just made use of it as an excuse.

He was enjoying seeing her helplessly soaring from one orgasm to another. His first thought of punitive measures totally drifted off the drain as she begged in the most alluring, seducing ways with her whimpering sounds and hushed moans. He demanded obedience, he imposed superiority and dominance, he was the Master, and she was the servant, but all these claims turned out to be superficial.

He warned her that if she ever dared call him other than honey, anywhere, like literally, anywhere- at home, at work, at the restaurant or supermarket, he would do worse than she has had. But in reality, in the realm of lust, sensuality, and affection, Denny was the servant, and Trisha was his Royal Highness. He bends at her every wish, told or not, he gives her the best of satisfaction he deems she would like to have, and she should have, to