“You are so beautiful,” I told her through the tears. Then I slapped her. Hard. “Don’t you ever try to fight an orgasm again. You hear me?”
Nothing.
Slap, crack! Cheeks bright red.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes! Yes, I obey!”
Crying jags overtook Dawn and I released her, led her back to the bed, allowed her to curl up in my arms. When she calmed down I gazed at her eyes. In the half-light they were all puffy, red, and waiting, just waiting. I could have done anything and she would have consented, but all I wanted was her pleasure that arose from pain. My hand slipped into her hole, drove her back to the edge of joy and despair, then over into a freefall of bliss. And when she was done I dragged her by the hair, back into the playroom, opened the drapes and strung her up, to face the rising s
