Brom's lips pressed to her own for some time, his tongue slipping between them to taste her own and demand her mouth yield to its intrusion.   He moved forward, backing her up until the rough edge of the table pressed against her thighs.<br/><br/>It was there that he released her hands and reached down, lifting her smaller form easily and sitting her on the rough-hewn table parting her legs with his hips and pressing his thick and eager shaft against her belly as he claimed her mouth.<br/><br/>"Guide your Master's cock to your cunt like a good pet," he murmured against her lips, "Then wrap your legs around me and impale yourself to the hilt on it for your Master."