The air in the room was still and heavy with Mahir's desperation. His attempt to get a reaction by serving her without permission was a mistake. To him it was a gamble. To Elara it was wrong. She woke up fast. In one quick move she used his own weight to flip him over. With a sharp twist of her leg she threw him backward onto the bed. Before he knew it she was on top of him. She sat right on his chest. Her legs squeezed his sides hard. She pinned him down. She was on top. She stayed on top the whole time.
She looked down at him with cold eyes. She grabbed his dark hair and pulled his head up hard. She said one order in a flat voice. "Beg me to punish your cock."
Mahir's eyes went wide. A deep red flush came over his face. Not from shame. From pure happy need. A big smile broke across his face. "Please master," he whispered. "Punish my cock. Hurt it for you."
