Reward

After a few minutes of rest, she stared at me with a feverish gaze, took a key, and freed me from my chastity belt.

• Well, let's move on to the next step, my little mouse. I'm going to play with you and reward you, meow.

She made a cat-like sound, looking at me greedily as she removed my belt and pushed me onto the bed.

• You are my prey, and I'm going to play with you. You made me beg; I'm going to get my revenge and make you cry out your pleas.

She caressed the skin of my stomach with the tips of her nails, not hurting me, just making me shiver.

Her nails traced soft furrows on my skin, slowly descending towards my throbbing belly. We were two women eager to satisfy our desires.

Her nails lingered just above my pubic bone, drawing phantom arabesques that made my skin shiver. A greedy smile stretched across her lips as she felt my body tense with anticipation.

"You're trembling already?" she murmured, her husky voice thick with sly promises.

I didn't have time to reply. Her fingers plunged in suddenly, without warning, and I felt her knuckles slide into my sex with calculated slowness.

Her fingers went deeper, curved just enough to brush against that sensitive spot that made me arch my back.

She positioned her sex in front of my mouth in a perfect 69 and said,

• I'm greedy, work too.

With her words, she began to suck my clitoris as her fingers penetrated deeper, drawing a moan from me, as I feverishly worked my way back, sucking her clitoris.

Her lips closed around my clitoris with diabolical precision, alternating between sucking and rapid licks that drew a moan from my throat. I responded by wrapping my tongue around hers, gently sucking at the swollen flesh as her fingers inside me quickened their pace. Our breaths mingled, hot and hurried, each vibration of our voices resonating in each other's flesh.

Her golden Asian skin was as sensitive as my pale Western skin. I pushed back my red hair to push deeper into her intimacy.

Her hips pressed against my face, offering me her sex like a burning gift. I plunged my tongue deeper, savoring the musky, floral taste that enveloped me, while her fingers inside me traced wicked circles. An electric shiver ran through me as she increased the pressure on my clitoris, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh with cruel precision.

Our breaths broke into synchronized gasps, the air thickening with our stifled moans.

Her fingers inside me quickened, hammering at that deep spot that made me see flashes behind my eyelids. I responded by plunging my tongue deeper into her sex, capturing every drop of her desire, every contraction of her intimate muscles. A low growl escaped her throat as I sucked on her clitoris with almost painful force, my teeth barely touching the sensitive skin.

Her nails dug into my thighs, marking my flesh with red half-moons. She was formidable and merciless; her caresses and her tongue knew exactly where and how to amplify my pleasure.

I felt her fingers withdraw abruptly, leaving a burning void that her other hand immediately filled, pressing my stomach with a possessive force. Her lips left my clitoris to place a light bite, just enough to make a cry escape my throat.

She was an expert at inflicting a symbiosis of pain and pleasure, the mixture I worshipped more than anything.

Her fingers returned inside me with a sharp thrust, and I felt her breath catch against my skin as she stifled a moan. My tongue traced a burning path along her swollen lips before lingering on her clitoris, which I gently pinched between my teeth. She responded by pushing her fingers deeper, twisting them slightly to rub that intimate wall that made me cry out.

• Yes, you're killing me, Sensei, it feels so good!

My words broke into a hoarse sob as her fingers continued their relentless dance inside me, each movement calculated to wrench spasms from my body. Her tongue resumed its relentless attack on my clitoris, alternating flat licks with vibrant sucking that made me arch my back.

I responded by digging my fingers into her hips, pulling her more forcefully against my mouth, thirsting for every tremor of her flesh.

I felt her muscles contract beneath my fingers as a brutal orgasm ripped through her, her vulva throbbing against my tongue like a frantic heart. A hot gush flooded my chin as she pressed my face against her sex, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Taste me to the last drop," she growled in a husky voice, her hips heaving wildly.

I drank greedily, each spasm of her body sending a fresh wave of salty liquid onto my tongue.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me deeper into her pleasure as her body still shuddered. I felt her thighs tremble against my temples, her damp, salty skin clinging to my lips as I licked up every last trace of her orgasm.

A low groan escaped her as she finally released her grip, her fingers sliding from my hair to caress my cheek, which was covered in her.

• I'll make you scream with pleasure. I always keep my promises.

Her fingers, wet with my desire, traced their way up my torso with calculated slowness, leaving burning furrows on my hypersensitive skin. I shuddered as they wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars dance in my field of vision.

"You obeyed so well," she murmured against my ear, her voice a mixture of honey and menace. Her free hand slid between my trembling thighs, finding my swollen sex with cruel precision.

Her fingers closed around the nape of my neck, drawing a hoarse moan from me as the palm of her other hand plunged into me with exquisite brutality. Each thrust of her fingers crushed the words in my throat, transforming my cries into muffled, broken sounds.

I felt her nails dig deeper into my flesh, staining the paleness of my skin red, as her mouth pressed against my neck, devouring every shiver, every pulse of blood beneath her tongue.

Her fingers plunged deeper, twisting my sex with a methodical brutality that tore a hoarse cry from my throat. Her palm rubbed my clitoris in a staccato rhythm, each movement calculated to push me to the brink of collapse without letting me fall.

I felt her lips sink into the taut arch of my neck in a greedy suck, sweet pain mingling with pleasure until I could no longer distinguish one from the other.

Her fingers quickened, bruising and divine, as her mouth left a purplish mark on my neck—a signature of possession. I felt my muscles tense, every fiber of my being vibrating in unison with her relentless movements.

I gasped as she brought me to the breaking point of orgasm, yet denied it, which only amplified its devastating power.

"Beg me!" she ordered, her husky voice piercing the humid air of the room.

"P-mercy," I managed to gasp, the syllables ripped by the pleasure that gripped me. My voice was nothing more than a hoarse breath, choked by her fingers around my throat.

Imamura smiled against my skin, her moist lips tracing a path up my neck to my ear. "Not like that, better than that," she murmured, her voice a mixture of gentleness and dominance.

• Oh, please, Sensei, let me come.

She smiled.

• How you satisfied me, okay?

She increased her penetration, leaned forward, and at the crucial moment, let her teeth brush against my clitoris. It was too much; the orgasm ravaged me. I cried out in pleasure and pain.

My body arched under the onslaught of orgasm, every muscle tense as if it would break, while waves of burning pleasure washed over me. Her fingers didn't slow down, prolonging the divine torture until my tears mingled with the sweat on my burning cheeks.

It took me many minutes to recover, to regain my composure and my breath.

"Look at me," she ordered in a low voice that cut through the ringing in my ears.

My eyelids fluttered slowly, as if simply lifting their weight required a superhuman effort. My veiled gaze finally met hers—those dark eyes where a predatory satisfaction danced.

"Good," Imamura murmured, her hand, still wet with my juices, moving up my throbbing belly. Her fingers traced burning lines across my hypersensitive skin, each touch rekindling the post-orgasmic shivers that still coursed through me.

She grasped my chin roughly, forcing me to meet her gaze.

Her fingers dug into the tender flesh of my cheeks, forcing my lips to pucker under the pressure. A trickle of saliva escaped the corner of my mouth as she tilted my face toward the light, studying every twitch of my features, etched by excess.

• You're mine. This week you'll be mine, she growled, and I felt the pronouncement burn deep within my gut.