Bend her over the desk

Sakura laid before Shirou, her face coated in his cum. Despite or maybe because of this, Sakura smiled up at her master's face. "Thank you for your semem, master," she said, licking her lips subtlety. "How do you want to use me now, master?"

Even through the scene before him was so hot, Shirou was a little put off by that. It's almost like she is referring to herself as an object, he thought. No, it's ok. It's part of Sakura wanting to be treated like a ****.

Unsure what to do next, Shirou considered what to do. Remembering he painted Sakura's face, he looked down at her. "Clean your master's cum from your face and swallow it," he commanded.

"Yes, master," Sakura replied as she put her hands to her face and wiped the cum towards her mouth. Eagerly, she lapped it up. "Thank you master for your delicious cum," she moaned as she feed.

As she cleaned her face, Shirou looked around the room, thinking of what to do next. His eyes fell upon his desk.

"Get up," he began as he dismounted from on top of Sakura. "Yes, master," she said as she dutifully got up, finishing the last drop of cum on her face.

"Go by my desk and bend over," Shirou command (a little closer to suggested).

"Yes, master!" Sakura replied enthusiastically as she scampered over to the desk. She quickly bent over and presented her ass towards her master. Shirou stepped behind Sakura. He placed his hands on her hips and aimed himself. With one push, his dick pierced its way into her. Sakura moaned loudly as she felt her master's dick enter.

Shirou began with some slow, gentle thrusts. After a few, Sakura looked back.

"Harder, master!" she cried.

I guess a master would do it harder, Shirou thought as he reluctantly increased his pace. The sounds of flesh hitting against soft flesh intensified. With every thrust, Sakura's hanging boobs would rock back and forth, almost like a pendulum on overdrive.

"Is that better... my... little ****," Shirou asked.

"YES!" Sakura practically yelled between her lewd moans. "Does... my body... please... you, master?" she asked between thrusts.

"Of course it does," Shirou replied. "It feels amazing!"

"Thank you, master," Sakura began. "I exist... only to... please you, master!"

That's not true, Shirou screamed inside his head. He knew Sakura was playing her role as ****, but he didn't like hearing her speak so lowly of herself. Especially after what they talked about earlier.

Reaching down, Shirou grabbed her breasts and pulled her up. He quickly pressed his lips to hers, while his hand gently groped her breast. Sakura welcomed her master's tongue into her warm mouth. It felt different from how Shirou was plowing into her. This was more gentle and comforting.

He doesn't like treating me like his ****, Sakura realize. But he's doing it to keep his promise.

The two lovers kissed for a moment.

"Master," Sakura moaned into her mouth. "Please fuck me, master."

Shirou released her breasts and grabbed one of her arms before pushing her back down. Pulling on her arm, he continued to pump his hard dick in and out of her hungry pussy. He could feel his spurt about to come.

"You want your master's seed, ****?" he asked, again trying to sound like a master.

"Yes!" Sakura cried. "Please give me your seed master!"

With one final thrust, Shirou erupted into Sakura. As his cum flooded her, Sakura cried out in rapture. "Master!" She collapsed onto the desk, her breasts shmushed against it, panting as she came from her master's orgasm.

After a moment, she looked back at Shirou, her eyes filled with lust. "Please fuck me more, my beloved master!"

AN: Sorry for the delay. I had some issues that made it difficult to finish this chapter. No to mention, I had to find a different source for the image in this chapter so it would display. Please like and leave a comment with your feedback.

Also, Sakura's punishment for Shinji will be coming in a few chapters. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments.