Hazel blushed as he pulled the rubber ball from her mouth, but her arousal would permit her no modesty. “Please, M...Master,” she said humbly, “May I have a...a climax?”
“Not nice enough,” he retorted, “A slave would beg.”
She gulped, knowing he was playing with her, but knowing, too, that the only way to get the climax she needed so badly was to play his game.
“Yes, Master,” she agreed meekly. “A sl...slave begs to be given a climax.”
“Whose slave?”
“Y...Your slave, Master.”
“Then my slave must beg to be taken by her Master.”
Hazel’s green eyes widened as he made his demand and she hesitated, too ashamed to beg for her own violation.
He frowned and began to put the keys back in his pocket. “Obviously you are neither as well trained, nor as submissive as you pretend, slave,” he tol
