Caile commenced the required motion. She smiled broadly. “Oh, Master, this feels so nasty,” she said.
Peter returned the smile. “I thought you’d like it, slave. It’s a very tender and intimate act—like holding your lover’s hand to your heart.”
The slave continued her motion for several more minutes. Peter ceased watching his c**k move in and out of her t**s, closing his eyes and concentrating on the pleasure in the sensation. Without any announcement, he shot onto Caile’s neck and chin. Holding her in place by the leash, he reached with his free hand into the drawer of the bedside table and got a hand mirror. Giving it to his slave, he said, “Have a look, slave. It’s called a pearl necklace. The color looks especially good against your dark skin.”
Caile regarded herself. “It is a lovely
