"CRRRRAACCCCKKKKKKK!!" This stroke was laid down expertly beside the last one. Thousands of tiny hot tendrils spread out from the source, joining together to become a single intensely burning area on her right upper thigh. She barely hears Him when he verbally reprimands her for her lapse. All she can sense is the searing pain on her thigh and the even closer orgasm as she frantically rubs that sweet spot between her legs, not daring to stop because she knows she cannot withstand another strike so soon and she doesn't want to end this... yet.
She feels something graze her thigh but it's a mere whisper compared to what she's feeling higher up her leg. Her mind registers this new touch to be that of her Master's hand, which instantly doubles her pleasure while not dulling the pain in the least. An exquisite combination! By the time His hand reaches hers to take over for her, she is already crashing into her first orgasm.
He firmly slides His other hand up her back along her spine to just above the nape of her neck, folding His fingers into the hairs there and closing His fist. Ever so slowly He begins pulling her head back while growling to her what a good girl she is. All at once He thrusts two fingers inside of her, pulling her closer to Him with the pads of His fingers firmly against the inside of her pubic bone. He pulls her head back sharply and begins to pull her toward His body over and over again. Within seconds she is cumming again, this time soaking His hand and thigh. The hot liquid makes her thigh burn even more brightly and she winces but does not stop. Neither is He stopping ... he is relentless and by the time he is finished with her they are standing in a puddle of quickly cooling fluid...
Her mouth is parched, her eyes are mostly closed, and she's still breathing too quickly. But she's not concerned and even manages a smile, for she is in His arms. He supports her body and strokes her hair and whispers to her.
He reaches under her, lifting her effortlessly ... and simply stands in place with her. Alternating His glance from the abused red skin of her thigh, to the flushed skin of her cheeks and lips. As His eyes travel up along her face, His gaze is returned by hers. She opens her eyes a little wider only to have them partially closed again by her growing smile. He doesn't attempt to hide His own smile because he cherishes her more than anything in the world. She – along with her love, adoration, and trust – is the most precious thing He's ever had and He tells her so just before sealing His lips against hers while inhaling deeply.
