Prepare her.

“Grab the top of the table,” you commanded, rising off her.

Her hands slid up the wood of the table and fastened themselves to the end. Her grip was so tight you thought you could actually see wood splinter under them. You stripped behind her, doing what you could to make it a loud process. She flushed eagerly as she heard each piece of your clothing hit the floor, the weapons near you, the warning charm by the door and your belt cracked down, right next to her, within easy reach of either of you.

Her hands didn’t leave the table, though she did flinch.

“Can you hold still, or do I need to bind you?”

“I’ll do whatever you say, sir,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“I’ll do whatever you say, sir,” she replied.

“I can’t hear you,” you caroled.

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY, SIR,” she yelled.

“Good girl,” you replied, sliding her tunic up strong legs, until her ass and pussy were revealed.

Your naked cock was pressed between her ass cheeks, when she twitched, trying to align you with her cunt. A firm slap to her ass put a stop to that, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

“YES—“

“Don’t yell,” you interrupted with another slap to her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Good girl. Now,” one hand dropped to her cunt, “how many men have you let into this pussy of mine?”

She blushed furiously, before answering…