Islinda Starved Her

Aldric was too lost in passion to fully grasp the meaning behind Islinda's words. As she picked up the pace, hopping up and down on his dick with ferocity, her cries of pleasure filled the room.

"Yes, take me nicely, Islinda—" Aldric began to say, only to be interrupted by a sudden strike across his face from Islinda.

Wide-eyed and unbelieving, Aldric stared at her. While he enjoyed a bit of pain in his lovemaking, he sensed that Islinda's intention behind the slap was not to heighten the sensation. No, this was a punishing slap, and Islinda wasn't known for violent outbursts. Aldric gave her a questioning look, even as he relished her movements against him, feeling a wave of pure pleasure wash over him

Islinda let out a guttural moan. "You will call me your mistress," she commanded, her back arching as lightning crept up her spine.

"What—?"