Brad licked his lips slowly. For a moment he did not reply. “Thank you, Mistress,” he said at last, quietly.
Alyssa blinked at him. “For what?”
He gazed helplessly back into her lovely, long-lashed dark eyes. “For making me do it,” he said purposefully. He thrilled deep inside at the way she seemed to shiver at his confession. Despite its exhaustion, his poor p***s stood swollen and purple again. “For making me do…everything.” He licked his lips. “I didn’t know how much I had needed it, too,” he whispered. “But I do now,” he breathed in a disbelieving sort of headshake. “I do now…”
Alyssa watched him for a long moment, considering. Her smile was almost gentle. “Yes,” she said at last, “I see that some naughty slave is going to be quite a lot of fun for me to train—”
“I will, Mistress,”
