Zara’s POV
He nodded once, but she didn’t accept that. She reached up and gave his thigh a light, sharp spank with the flat of her hand. The sound was soft but clear, and it made him flinch just a little.
“Use your words, pet,” she said, her voice dropping lower, almost teasing. “I want to hear you say it properly. Tell me you understand that your c**k belongs to me right now and you will not come without my say-so.”
He moaned lightly at the spank, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. His hands stayed on the bed, but I could see the way his thighs tensed.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice rough already. “I understand. My c**k belongs to you. I won’t come until you say so.”
She smiled at that, slow and satisfied, and began stroking him slowly with her hand. Her grip
