The bliss, the culmination, was mutually accomplished. She spun back down to reality, clinging to him in the final agonies. If there was anything better than this, she’d never known it. Had never felt an orgasm so powerful it had almost caused her heart to stop beating. He’d tormented her to this point, withheld her release each time so that she could feel this final, outstandingly perfect zenith of pleasure.
Zara was very, very grateful. So grateful, that she heard herself whisper the words, thank you Sir. Thank you for giving me such an exquisite orgasm. For making me first suffer so I could truly understand pleasure…reward. And I can’t wait for it to happen again…