Page 68 of Innocence Tamed
I gripped the table’s edge, my fingers turning white as I braced myself. Behind me, I felt Pierre’s hands on my hips, steadying me as he pulled the gusset of the panties roughly to the side. The lace bit into my flesh, adding another layer of sweet discomfort to the lingering soreness from my punishment.
Without warning, Pierre thrust into me, burying his hardness inside me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, the sudden fullness making my inner walls clench around him. He groaned his approval, his hands tightening on my hips as he began to move.
Each thrust drove me forward against the table, my sensitive breasts rubbing against the damask tablecloth through the lace of my basque. The pain from my caned bottom flared anew as his muscular lap slapped against the welts, transforming the punishment into a different kind of lesson altogether.
“This is where you belong,” Pierre growled, his rhythm building to something almost punishing in its intensity. “Bent over for me, taking my cock like a good little whore.”
“Yes,Monsieur,” I gasped, the words torn from me as his thrusts became even more forceful. The table creaked beneath us, the fine crystal wineglasses tinkling with each impact.
Pierre’s hand slid from my hip to find my swollen clit, rubbing it with precise, knowing movements that sent jolts of electric pleasure through my body. The combination of his cock filling me so completely and his fingers working their magic was overwhelming.
“You may come now,” he commanded, his voice ragged with his own approaching climax. “Come for your master.”
The permission unleashed something primal within me. The orgasm crashed into my body like a freight train, making me cry out his name as my inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his thrusting cock. Before the first climax had fully subsided, another began building, his relentless pace driving me toward a second peak almost immediately.
“Again,” Pierre demanded, his fingers increasing their tempo against my sensitive bud.
I came a second time, even harder than before, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Pierre’s rhythm faltered, his breathing harsh against my neck as he drove into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. I felt his warmth flooding me, marking me from the inside as his possession.
For several long moments, we remained joined, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Pierre’s weight pressed me against the table, his breath coming in hot bursts against my hair. I felt utterly claimed, completely owned, and strangely at peace.
“My good girl,” Pierre murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the nape of my neck before slowly withdrawing from my body. His seed trickled down my inner thigh, a warm reminder of his ownership. “My very good girl.”
He helped me stand on shaky legs, turning me to face him. His expression held something I hadn’t seen before—a vulnerability beneath the dominance, a tenderness that made my heart ache.
“Are you mine, Audrey?” he asked, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my flushed face.
“Yes,” I whispered, the truth of it resonating through my entire being. “I’m yours.”
The End