Her legs weren’t for walking. They’d stopped being capable of that a good hour ago, and from the way she crawled over to the chair, that was going to soon be beyond her too. He assumed she’d just start slithering across the floor, limbless like a snake, all strength seeped out of her under his hand, and against his cock.
Exhaustion was something he’d been playing with in his mind, musing about in those idle moments in between. Waiting for a bus, on hold, during commercial breaks. He wanted to know how far she’d be able to go, where she’d break, and how she’d feel as it happened. He wanted to test her. He wanted to test himself.
She propped herself up on the chair, a desperate hand clinging to the arm as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Wet hair hugged her face. It looked as exhausted as she did. The thought made him smile.
"Four… hours." She panted out. He steadied himself against another chair. Somehow he managed to make it look casual. She’d started to shake.
"Getting a little tired, my dear?" His voice was all saccharine condescension, his chin tilting upwards so he looked at her down his nose. She’d never felt more the student.
"How are you still standing?" It sounded like an accusation, and at any other time the tone would’ve got her punished. But she was all the way over there, and he was all the way over here. All in due time. He took a deep breath.
He didn’t answer her question, instead pushing himself off the chair and started to slowly wander over to her. She shook, his finger trailing down the curve of her arse, her underwear, as soaked as her hair with a delicious mixture of sweat and arousal, stuck to those supple cheeks.
Even after all this time, after all those times, she still couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip, heavy lids slipping over her eyes and a shiver, entirely separate from her shakes and trembles, rushing down her spine. He just felt so ridiculously good. She wanted to stop him. She ached. Everywhere. But she still wanted more.
"Say it." Nonchalant, that was the word.
"Please.." Her voice came out in a sob.
"Say. It." Steel flashed in his voice, and it was mirrored in his eyes. As always, holding his Dominance over her was giving him a second wind. Power was the great energiser.
"Pleeease…" It was a whine, now, but when she looked at him she saw now space, no inch given. Her eyes flicked down to the floor. She took a breath. "Take me." A cracked whisper.
"Again." She knew why.
"Take me." Louder this time, but just as desperate, an exhausted sound, falling limply from her lips.
"Again." He didn’t even sound winded.
"Take. Me." It sounded like a threat. He smiled, a smile that was a grin, a grin that was full of teeth.
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