“Oh, God,” she breathed.
He moved so that they stood sideways on, their images in profile.
“Watch what I’m doing to you. Don’t look away.”
He impaled her cunt on two fingers, still rubbing busily at her clit. She bucked on them, welcoming them, moving out of consciousness and into mindless physical need.
“You need this, don’t you? My God, you’ve wanted this.”
“Yes, Sir,” she babbled, pushing herself down, her eyes still hypnotically fixed on her reflection, watching him control her with both hands.
He pushed his thumb hard against her anus and she came, as if he’d invoked her orgasm by pressing that particular button. She had to look away from the mirror and whimper into his chest while the flood of humiliating ecstasy took her into its current.
“Yes, yes,” he whispered. “You are so right for this. Right for me.”
She couldn’t reply, and her legs were too weak to support her. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, then sat down beside her, stroking her hair.
“That seemed quite strong,” he said, once she’d opened her eyes.
She was too embarrassed to answer. She felt as if he had trained a floodlight on her secrets and read them all. She had nowhere to hide.
“It’s absolutely my favourite thing in the world to bring a submissive girl to orgasm,” he said. “And you did it so beautifully. Thank you.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised by this. “Is that what the appeal is to you?”
“To have control of a lovely woman’s pleasure? Yes. There is nothing more satisfying.”
“Well, I don’t know about the lovely woman bit—”
“Hush. Don’t put yourself down, or I’ll have to punish you again.”
“Eek. I don’t think I could take any more.”
“You’d be surprised.”
Lydia bit her lip, still throbbing below from the aftermath of her orgasm.
“So…” she said, not wanting to ask what was going to happen next, but wanting rather badly to know. She looked down pointedly at the bulge in von Ritter’s smart trousers.
“If you don’t mind,” he said softly, “would you turn over onto your front?”
She obeyed, but her mind was a jumble of questions.
“Are we going to…?”
“Make love? Not today. I want to take this slowly.”
Lydia laughed out loud.
“Slowly? We met a few days ago and you just spanked my bottom and fingered me. That’s not my definition of a long courtship.”
“Too smart-mouthed for your own good, Lydia,” he said. “Take care you don’t talk your way into trouble.”
Behind her, she could hear the sound of him removing clothes.
“So what are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing. I just need a visual aid, and you are providing me with a very nice one. Put a pillow under your stomach. I want your ass higher.”