#Chapter Twenty-One
She was on her knees, with sheer lace thigh-high socks on, attached to garters that connected to a strappy nightdress. She put her hands on the ground before her, approaching him on all fours, her core clenching in need and desire. He was seated on an armchair, his eyes darkening as she neared.
When she reached, she unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down, prying his cock free of his pants. She stared at it as her fingers wrapped around it, and she felt a heartbeat.
"Tell me, Serene," he said. "Who has the power?"
Her pussy tightened as she moved her hand up and down his length. "You have the power."
"No, no, no," he tsk-ed her and leaned forwards. "I don't want to be addressed by my slave like that. Use honorifics, my pretty slave."
"W-What should I call you?"
"What do you think? I own your perfect pussy." Her hand pumped his cock up and down and his thighs stiffened, a moan leaving his lips. He got to his feet, and her grip on his cock loosened. Picking her up by the waist, he put her down in front of the table and flipped her over, bending her down across the table. Reaching up into her lingerie, his hands ran over her opening. "No panties? How dirty, Serene."
She unclenched her pussy and his fingers slid in easily. "Lachlan, please."
"Is that how my slave should address me?"
Her entire body shivered as pleasure coursed through her body. "Please, Master, please fuck me!"
"That's more like it," he said, pushing her back into the table. With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside of her and the table shook forwards. He pulled out and slammed into her again, and as he continued to thrust, the table made repetitive shaking sounds, the candles on top of it shuddering and clattering about. He thrust into her again and again and she bit into her lips to stop herself from screaming.
As they neared the climax, he suddenly stopped and picked her off her feet to put her on the table. Turning her to her side, he pushed her thighs firmly shut before he thrust into her again and a cry of pleasure left her.
He thrust and thrust quickly and they rode the climax together. As their energy was spent, he slowed down. "What should you say, my slave?"
"Thank you, Master."