"You will beg..." he promised, "Not today perhaps, but you will beg.  And it is not the chains that make me think you're a slave..."<br/><br/>His fingers pushed into her, sliding into the well-soaked folds of her sex and rubbing in short fast strokes as his lips once more sucked her clit into his mouth to let his tongue torment and tease it.  This time he did not slow or stop as he felt her body tense, but instead brought his other hand to rub her folds, coating a finger in her juices and then moving it to rub the tight rosebud of her anus as he coaxed her body relentlessly.  And at the moment when he would have stopped, he thrust that finger into her rear passage and began to work it as vigorously as her sex.