Her eyes continued to roll as he literally squeezed the breath from her body, his fingers would leave marks around her beautiful throat and she would not hide them. Elizabeth always wore the marks of her master with pride covering those which showed by a scarf or make up only when doing her charity work. The whipping ceased and she felt his fingers torturing her already abused breasts, she made a half strangled sound, his words a growl in her ear just increasing her own desire and need.<br/><br/>As his hand left her throat she gasped for air, taking lung full to remove the dizzy feeling he had left her with. It seemed but moments later her face was again pushed hard into the pillow, a fist full of her hair gripped tightly in his hand. She moaned loudly as she recovered enough to push back against his hard thrusts, her tightness soaking wet for him and she knew she was so very close. She moaned again aching to reach between her legs and rub her clit to send her over the edge. “Please Master,” she begged in a groan. “Please let me come.”<br/>