The one issue with a master and mistress messing around was that both liked to be in control, and that was something that Kalina did not give up easily. She loved being the one in charge, the one making the demands, it’s why she’d gone and paid her way onto this island in the first place. It sure as hell wasn’t to play fragile asset who had to use manners. Hearing him expect the please had her laughing, shaking her head, sarcasm rolling from her lips, “please is for those,” a soft gasp as his tongue found her clit, Kalina squirming with another moan, “beneath us…” Her voice came out as almost a pant the more his tongue toyed with her, fuck it was hard to not actually say the word if it meant more of all that he was doing. She couldn’t though, she’d only just met the man and certainly wasn’t going to be polite about what she wanted, rolling her hips just enough to press his tongue harder against her clit sending her into another frenzy as her body shook, hands desperately clinging to his as he at least offered balance and support so she didn’t fall to the ground a fucking mess. "If you’re nice I won’t expect the same from you,“ though it was hot to hear a man say please she could stand to cut this one some slack, as long as the pleasure continued. Control, a game that Kalina couldn’t lose, not without knowing it was worth it.
Although he was very much focused on sucking on her and assaulting her clit with long strokes from his tongue, he had been able to hear Kalina clearly, the moans that came from how much attention he gave to her wet heat as well as her reason for leaving out a simple courtesy. Beneath them or not Ben was overly confident it was deserved and that if he’d demand to have the Mistress more compliant, eventually she would be. He wanted it mostly because she did not appear the type that would easily relinquish her control, most Mistresses were like that, so it would be interesting to see if he’d get her to break. “You’re lucky you taste so damn good,” he tells her after temporarily retracting his tongue to speak clearly. He was set on tasting her as long as she had him between her legs, as he intended, so the power play would have to wait until the next part of what was sure to be a long and sensational night. His tongue returns to her moist skin to slide inside of her, twisting and circling against her inner walls, bent on having the Mistress too fixated with pleasure to consider doing anything other than what he’d tell her to do.
