Two days of making love every night in Eric's bed

Raymond was delayed by some unexpected event, and Eric refused to tell me what. For two days, two nights, everything was wonderful. We had two full days to be ourselves, freed from all obligations and thoughts of revenge. Two days of making love every night in Eric's bed.

Eric is still an eccentric bastard, and I'm glad that his penchant for creative torment hasn't diminished. My obsession with chastity was gone. Eric was free to satisfy himself. He likes to make me beg. On his knees, with my butt lifted high, he slid his fingers inside me and forced me to plead for release. I could have willingly complied, but the chase included him spanking my ass until I climaxed. In the end, I could never resist, and the plea became as real as my orgasms – even the pain of his hand. Then he would throw me on the bed and have sex until I climax again before he comes. We split most of our time between the bed and the bathroom.

On the morning of the third day, Celia entered the room to draw the curta