I gave her those ten minutes and a tall glass of cold water, but the second she set it down I was on her again.
She was someone who I've always looked upto and she always held higher authority among us. But seeing her in this state, something shook in me, as the urge to dominate her rushed through fibre of my being.
This time I didn't ask. I simply grabbed her wrist, pulled her off the bed, and marched her naked across the room except for the ruined thigh-highs still clinging to her legs. Mira's breath hitched when I stopped in front of the tall floor-length mirror near the closet.
"Hands on the glass," I ordered, voice low.
She obeyed instantly, palms flattening against the cool surface. I kicked her feet apart until she was nicely spread, back arched, ass pushed out toward me. The sight of her like that—flushed, marked by my hands and mouth, pussy still glistening from our last round—made my cock throb painfully.
"Good girl," I murmured, stepping in close behind her.
