In return, I groaned and writhed and pushed back into him, eager and ready to be dominated by him in a way that defied explanation. His rhythm quickened, he slammed into me, and I slammed back against him; his fingers stroked quicker and harder on my clitoris; and I came, long and hard, nearly blacking out from the overwhelming ecstasy.

I was so tired that I slouched over, but he would have none of it. I received a swift slap on the rear that served as a timely reminder to elevate my ass once again. Intentionally pleasing him was high on my list of priorities.

The words, "I'm not going...