His subtle reminder that he was still looking out for my needs and was doing what was best for me was what I needed to hear to relax further.

“There you go,” he said, holding my hips and pressing into me.

His fingers slipped between my legs and he stroked me there as his tip passed inside me. He might have said this was for his pleasure only, but he was ensuring I got something out of it, even if that something wasn’t an orgasm.

“Fuck, Abigail. You feel incredible.”

I pushed my hips back toward him. “You don’t feel bad yourself, Master.”

He chuckled and gave me a swat. “Don’t think flattery will get you an orgasm.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Yes, you would.”

“You’re probably right.”

During our banter, he’d worked himself deeper, so with a final push and a coarsely spoken, “I know I’m right,” he was buried inside me.

I bit the comforter as he pulled out and started a slow and torturous push and pull. Then he added his fingers back to my achy flesh and I started chanting.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Exactly,” he said.

The feel of him inside me that way was exquisite in its pleasure. Anal sex always seemed so dark and forbidden, it never failed to turn me on. Though I tried not to, it wasn’t long before I was begging.

“Please, Master, let me come.”

“No.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from begging again and clasped the comforter in my fist. My eyes damn near rolled to the back of my head when his fingers started pumping into my pussy in time with the strokes of his cock in my ass.

“Please,” I whined.

“Stop begging or else I’ll pull out, gag you, and fuck you slowly for hours.”

I didn’t doubt him, so instead of focusing on what he was doing to my body, I recited the alphabet backwards. In German.

“Damn it, Abigail. If you’re going to speak in foreign languages at least say something interesting.”

“Sorry, Master. I thought I was doing that in my head.”

He thrust at an angle that made me squeal. “Well, you weren’t.”

His breathing was getting choppy and his thrusts harder and faster. I hoped beyond hope that meant he was close. I knew I sure was. And I knew I couldn’t take much more.

Mercifully, he slipped his fingers from me and grabbed my hips. He rocked into me a few more times before blessedly climaxing. I breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful I had been able to hold back my own release.

He peppered kisses across my back, lightly stroking my arms before pulling us both up on the bed. He curled us up on our sides, spooning. His touch was gentle, all trace of teasing gone as if he knew how precariously close I was to orgasm.

“Ist alles in Ordnung?” he asked and I laughed. He tightened his arms around me.

“Yes, Meister, I’m okay.”

“Meister? Mmm, I like that, too.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Still want to come?”

“Yes,” I said and thought about my answer some more. “But interestingly enough, I’ll be okay if I don’t.”

“Really? Explain.”

I ran my fingers down the length of one of his arms and placed my hand over his. “Right here, right now, I’m completely content. I still feel the need to come, but it’s lost in the satisfaction I feel at knowing you’re pleased with me.”

He kissed the back of my neck. “So pleased. I know that wasn’t easy.”

No, it hadn’t been easy, but I’d done it for him and would do it again in a minute if he asked. He held me for a time and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of being in my Master’s arms.

Eventually, he kissed the back of my neck again and gave my butt a slap. “Break time’s over. Go stand in front of a window.”

A small part of me balked, a natural reaction I assumed for a person being told to go stand naked in front of a window. Of course I knew that no one could possibly see me, but my heart still raced as I moved off the bed and toward the edge of the room. I heard him walk into the bathroom and the sound of running water. It was several minutes before he returned.

“Hands above your head,” he commanded. “And press yourself against the glass.”

The glass was cold as I placed my hands above me and I pressed my forehead against it hoping to help alleviate some of the heat I felt. Looking out the window I only saw white: the snow falling, the mountains around us, and the drifts below. In the distance, I caught glimpses of the village and in the far distance, the towering Matterhorn.