La grande finale

"Yes, please, mon Maître," I said, eyeing the covered plate on the trolley.
He removed the cover, picked up the plate from the trolley and held it out in front of me. There were a variety of little towers of food on it. All had a base of some kind of toasted bread, by the looks of it. The rich toppings, held together with a cocktail stick, all looked delicious and I took the one nearest to me, too overwhelmed by the choice.
He took one as well and we ate it in silence. When I finished he held the plate in front of me again, "Have another, ma chèrie."
"Oui, mon Maître," I replied almost automatically and picked up another snack after placing the stick from the previous one on the place.
After I finished it and he had finished his second one, he took the stick from me and placed both on the plate. He gave me another glass of water, of which I drank a little before handing it back. He placed it back on the trolley and pushed it away from the bed.

"Stand up," he said and did so himself as well.
He took away the towel he had wrapped around me, then he slipped my dress up and off over my head. He stepped back and took in my body with a growing smile. Slowly he approached me, placing his hands on my side, which slipped onto my beach as he came closer. As he bent his head and nipped at my neck with his lips I felt his cock touch me. I hummed delightedly as he guided me onto the bed.

He took the leash in one hand while he climbed between my legs, spreading them with his knees as he began to tower over me. He shifted himself forward while pushing his knees under my thighs, until the base of his member pressed against my sex and his cock stood between us. He reached out for my collar and lifted my head, then untied his tie from the back. Next he picked up my panties from the bed, took my wrist and slipped the cold wet panties onto my wrist. As before, he twisted my panties until they were tightened around my wrist, then took my other hand and with some effort slipped the leg of my panties onto my wrist. He propped the pillow under my head a little further towards me and guided my hands behind it, causing me to arch my back.
"Keep them there, ma chèrie," he said strict.
I nodded and said, "Oui, mon Maître," causing him to smile with satisfaction.
He sat back and dragged the loop of the leash over my nipples, then between my breasts over my belly towards my sex. He paused a moment as I drew in a sharp breath in delight. Next he moved the leash back up and placed it in a figure eight around my breasts. He moved his legs and hips, then I felt the tip of his glans slipping along my slippery folds while one of his hands spread out on my belly.

He dragged the tip down to where my labia met, then back up over my entrance towards my clit. Slowly he moved it down again and held still while it pressed lightly against my entrance. I moaned longingly.
"Let me hear you say please in French. It's s'il tu ... non, use s'il vous plaît," he said while examining my face.
I smiled and nodded, then whispered, "S'il vous plaît, mon Maître."
He smiled and pressed his tip a little into me, making me close my eyes and moan longingly again.
"Do you want more, ma chèrie?" he asked teasingly.
I nodded, "S'il vous plaît." He pressed a little more as I said it, easing my muscles aside and making me moan the rest, "Mon Maître."
He placed a hand on my side and pressed with the other a little on my belly as he pushed further into me. I moaned as I felt his glans slip past my muscles. He paused.
"S'il vous plaît, mon Maître," I begged. He smiled at me and thrust slowly into me. I moaned loud as his cock filled my sex. He shifted briefly, then pushed further into me and paused again.
He felt great and I longed for the rest of his cock. "S'il vous plait, mon Maître," I begged again.
He gave a quick hard thrust, filled me completely and made me shudder in delight. I wrapped my legs around him, to pull him into me, but he shook his head, "Non, ma chèrie, wait!" I removed my legs from his hips and he flashed a smile and a nod.
He pulled back and slowly entered me again. Much too slow to my liking and I begged him moaning, "S'il vous plaît, mon Maître!"
He just smiled as he continued to fill me with the agonisingly slow pace while lightly pressing on my lower belly.
I gasped as he suddenly pulled back, then moaned as he began to press into me again. I drew with my pelvic muscles on his cock, silently encouraging him to thrust into me. He smiled and hummed while thrusting slowly deeper into me. I arched my back further in delight as he bottomed out in me. Delicious waves of pleasure filled me and I gripped his cock tight.
"Don't come until I tell you to, ma chèrie," he warned me.
I nodded and half moaned, "Oui, mon Maître."
He pulled back and began another slow thrust, making me shudder in delight. When he had completely filled me again, he shifted his legs from underneath mine, lifted my hips, then straightened his legs while leaning on one hand.
"Now you may put your legs on my hips, ma chèrie," he said as he placed his other hand onto my forearm.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him moaning into me. He pulled back and held still while the tip of his cock was barely inside me. I pulled him into me again with a longing moan. I saw him smile as he pulled back again.
He kept thrusting slowly into me, making me pull him with every thrust. Waves of pleasure began to spread from my sex into me and I tried to increase the pace, but he resisted.
"S'il vous plaît, mon Maître," I begged.
He smiled and said, "Comme tu veux, ma chèrie."
He pulled back and suddenly began to thrust into me with a quick but deep pace. Every time he plunged into me I shuddered, jolts of pleasure shot through me as he bottomed out in me. He watched my face intently as he kept on thrusting. I felt another climax building, I could barely stop my pelvic muscles from drawing on his cock and began to focus on my breathing. He grinned and slowed a little, which in effect made it a bit worse.
Apparently he had noticed my struggle and pulled out almost completely, letting his tip rest against my folds. He watched me closely while the sensations began to ebb.
"Difficult, ma chèrie?" he asked.
I nodded and whispered, "Oui, mon Maître, it is. I'm very close."
He nodded with a smile, "I know. Resist, ma chèrie."
"I do my best, mon Maître," I said, then moaned loud as he slowly filled me again.
As he pulled back he said, "That is I want. Your best, ma chèrie."
I moaned loud and shuddered as he began to thrust into me again and started a slow but deliberate pace.
I fought against my building climax with paced breaths and moans while he kept on thrusting into me.
Suddenly he said sternly, "Ma chèrie," and I froze. With a grin he added, "Come NOW!" and rapidly thrust into me. I came hard on his quickly thrusting cock. The waves of my orgasm flooded me, my eyes rolled back and my body jerked with each wave. He too came, shortly after my climax started. He throbbed jets of cum deep inside me with each thrust. Each driving me a little further into the intense bliss of my orgasm. He slowed his thrusts, but only a little, after I felt the last jet of cum being throbbed inside me. He slowed further when I came back into the world as my climax began to ebb. Each thrust still causing another wave or spasm of my body, until he finally stopped, his cock still buried inside me.

He moved one hand onto my belly and caressed it gently. I hummed from the sensations. His eyes moved over my face, as I basked in the afterglow panting heavily. He grabbed my forearms again, then bent his head forward to the top of my shoulder. He brushed his lips over the skin towards the collar. He nudged it up, then bit my neck possessively as he thrust into me. I shuddered in surprise and delight from both the sensations of his still firm cock and the sudden bite.
He held still for a moment, then began to thrust with a rapid pace. Again I was surprised as I felt another climax building rapidly. He bit a little firmer, made a growl, while increasing his pace further. I spasmed underneath him as I came again. My body jerked erratically while he continued his almost insane pace. Moans and gasps escaped from my lips, while his teeth held onto my tender flesh of my neck. Suddenly he thrust hard and deep into me and held still moaning while I felt him throb more of his seed into me. My pelvic muscles spasmed on his cock in response. My body jerked once more, as he lowered himself onto me and let go of my neck. We were both panting heavily as I felt his cock soften inside me.

When his breathing had returned to normal he pushed himself up, slipped out of me and pulled my arms in front of me. He watched my face as he removed the panties from my wrists and rubbed them. He got off the bed, tugged at the cover and placed it over me. He went to the trolley and filled a glass with water then handed it to me.
"Drink, ma chèrie, all of it."
I nodded and whispered, "Oui, mon Maître."
He stroked my hair while I drank the water, "You did very well, ma chèrie. I very much enjoyed you."
I paused and smiled gratefully at him, "Merci, mon Maître."
He continued to stroke my hair after I had emptied the glass and watched me closely as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He took the glass from me and placed it on the night stand, then reached for the clasp of the leash. I was surprised to feel a twinge of sadness as he unclasped the leash.
He seemed to have noticed it, as he turned my face with light pressure of his finger against my chin. He looked into my eyes and said, "Everything must come to an end, Lisa."
Hearing my name broke a spell I hadn't known I was under. It was weird and I felt somewhat sad when feelings I didn't understand melted away like snow in the sun. I lowered my eyes, but he **** my chin up.
"Lisa," he started while looking into my eyes, "are you okay?"
"I ehm... think so," I said hesitantly as I tried to take inventory of the mix of confusing, sexual satisfaction and something else I was feeling.
He caressed my hair again, "You pleased me greatly, Lisa, you can be very proud of that."
The strange mix of feelings turned to happiness when he said that and I smiled, "Thank you, ehm... Jacques?"
He gave a nod, then said, "I should thank you for giving your wonderful gifts. You may not realize how precious one of them is, yet you gave them all with enthusiasm and without hesitation."
'Precious? My climaxes?' I wondered a little puzzled.
He seemed amused by my puzzlement, "You will understand in due time, ma chèrie." I felt a strange sensation wash over me at those two little words. He continued to stroke my hair and smiled, "Treasure that feeling, Lisa. That is, in my opinion, your best quality and you have quite a few, I discovered tonight."
He checked my neck, then smiled, "A few red marks, but they should disappear soon. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
I shook my head, "No, it was... ehm... exciting. No, ehm... arousing. No, ehm... stimulating."
"It is perhaps a little hard to name, but I do understand, Lisa. Now let me ask you again, are you okay? Are you cold or uncomfortable?"
He examined my face while he asked it and waited for me to reply.
I blinked as I thought for a moment, "I'm fine, thank you."
"Good," he said and stood up, "now take a hot shower, Lisa, it will do you good. I do not know if we meet again, I certainly would like to. Make no mistake, you are a gem." He took my hand and brushed with his lips over the backs of my fingers while looking me into my eyes, "Au revoir, mademoiselle Lisa, it was a pleasure."
"Au revoir, monsieur Jacques," I said then smiled wide before adding, "it definitely was a pleasure."
He let go of my hand and with keen interest watched me take off my garter and stockings while he waited for me to disappear into the bathroom.

When I had finished the luxurious shower I had taken and walked back into the room, he was gone.