"Yessir." The order is useful, as she probably could have finished from the touch of a single finger, after everything that's happened today. But she steels herself, and manages... and somehow, he gives her more.
"Nineteen, thankyou, DJ. More please," she says, her whole body torn between heaving and trembling.
She cries out as it catches her there again, then pulls her mind and breath together. "Twen...Twenty-one, goddess, thank you, Sir."
The strikes never blur together, never come so fast that she can't fully feel them. Nothing interferes with turning Minnie into a bundle of exposed nerve endings. "twentytwothankssir." she barely tears out of her throat.
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