Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

She winced, tensing on his lap again with another whimper.

"Two," she murmured, sounding as though she were biting her lip again. "Thank you, Master."

After twenty, he began groping her ass, again close to her sex. "You have a lovely body, pet."

She moaned as he groped her, her head coming up and making her back arch prettily. She smiled, her mouth slightly open, still grinding against his leg.

"Thank you, Master."

"And you wish to use it to please me, don't you?" he grinned.

She used the floor as leverage to stretch, her back arching the opposite way. She turned to smile in his general direction, without actually looking up at his face.

"Aye, that I do, Master." Her native accent slipped through just a bit, which was pure Edinburgh.

"Good. Then I command you to take your pleasure." he grinned.

She moaned quietly again, her hand coming up to cover his as he cupped her breast.

She moved slowly, each thrust of her hips a calculated movement as she moved above him. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with pleasure and desire as she moved. When she spoke, she did so quietly.

"Why did you want this of me?" she asked, her movements not ceasing as she took from him what he would let her take.

He looked up at her grinning. "Because it was based on your own desires."

She shook her head, smiling as she moved. Before she spoke again, she moaned loud and long, letting her head fall back as she did. Her hands were braced on his shoulders, giving the illusion of holding him down as she took him.

"Not ... this. I mean ... this. Everything. Making me promise to come here tonight. To do all of this. Why?"

He smiled up at her. "Because of you." he whispered.

The look on her face was one of amused disbelief.

The pace of her hips increased, but only slightly. She leaned over, kissed him gently. Her eyes drifted closed each time she moved to take him inside of her. Her hands still rested against his shoulders.

"There's nothing special about me," she whispered, smiling as she said it. She didn't have any self-esteem issues, that was clear. Her tone said that she honestly believed that she was no different from any other woman. And that it wasn't a bad thing.

"Ha!" he cried out, thrusting himself upward in synch with her. "If you only knew."

She wasn't expecting him to assist in any way. She was, after all, taking him this time.

As such, she gasped in surprised pleasure at his upward thrust, then smiled down at him, biting her lip.

"If I only knew ... what?" she asked, sounding mildly curious, even as she slowed the pace of her hips again.

She had by no means stopped, but each movement she made was slow and calculated. Taking him deep within her each time their hips met.

He relaxed after that, having gotten her attention. He laid there looking pleased with himself. "If you only knew...? What?"

She looked down at him, again increasing her pace. She continued to smile, letting her hands trail from his shoulders and down his chest as she sat more upright. The better to increase both pace and feel of him.

"You said ... 'if you only knew'." She moaned softly again, her head falling back once more as her eyes closed. Then her pace quickened even more.

"If I only knew what?" she asked, panting between the words.

His hand reached up, caressing her cheek. "What you... meant... to... me."

She tilted her cheek to his hand, smiled as she rode him. Her hips increased their pace yet again as she moaned her pleasure against his palm. She made absolutely no attempt to muffle herself, and her noises were quite loud.

"You don't ... even ... know me ... " she panted the words between her moans, right before she trailed her lips across his thumb in a feather-light caress.

"Then... why... are ... you... riding... me?" he gasped, punctuating each word with an upward thrust.

She gasped with each punctuating thrust, pressing her hips to meet his. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her head fell forward this time, looking down at him as she continued to ride him. The smile had left her face, but in its place was a look of such erotic pleasure.

"I don't ... need to ... know you ... " she panted, pressing her hips to his with each word, taking him deep, "to like ... the things ... you do ... to me."