07.Jan.21, 01:16 AM
The sinister whisper from her lover tore another moan from her throat as Pen confirmed she'd been caught. With the force of his thrusts roughly pounding into her with all of the brutal strength her lover could muster, Esille grabbed onto the edge of the desk with desperate tightness. At least until he was kind enough to set his hands on hers to ensure they stayed put this time. Her fingers spasmed beneath his, twitching and straining against the painfully tight grip that she was grateful for. She wouldn't be able to slip this time.
The sharp teeth at her neck had her crying out even more as she relished in how thoroughly he was in control, lording over her and pounding into her at his own pace. She belonged to Pendalier, and these moments, as rough and violent as they could be, oddly served to soothe her concerns as well, making her feel more secure. She was left boneless and sore, depending on the desk to hold her up when her lover finally pulled away.
It was just cruel that he would leave her fate in her own hands like that. Esille panted, working to catch her breath as she tried to think through suitable punishments. There was a part of her that considered asking if letting him rut into her again would count, but she doubted it. Instead she tried to rack her brain, an admittedly difficult task considering the state he'd left her in. She didn't want to make Pen wait too long though so she finally gave a hoarse answer, "Spanking?"
The sharp teeth at her neck had her crying out even more as she relished in how thoroughly he was in control, lording over her and pounding into her at his own pace. She belonged to Pendalier, and these moments, as rough and violent as they could be, oddly served to soothe her concerns as well, making her feel more secure. She was left boneless and sore, depending on the desk to hold her up when her lover finally pulled away.
It was just cruel that he would leave her fate in her own hands like that. Esille panted, working to catch her breath as she tried to think through suitable punishments. There was a part of her that considered asking if letting him rut into her again would count, but she doubted it. Instead she tried to rack her brain, an admittedly difficult task considering the state he'd left her in. She didn't want to make Pen wait too long though so she finally gave a hoarse answer, "Spanking?"