She scooted a bit closer to the table when he was tying her to it and she bit into her bottom lip, staring at the wooden leg, then back to her master with a little smile, knowing she'd been secured so she wouldn't go anywhere. Not that she would even without the leash, but she found something erotic in being his little pet--she always had.
Nyssa adjusted again in a moment, laying her back flat on the ground so she could more easily pleasure herself. While her master left the room, she kept thrusting her fingers deep into her wet, warm cunt, her other hand sliding down further between her legs to tease her tight ass. Her feet were up off the floor, thighs almost straight up in the air when Liam had returned. Just like he'd ordered, she hadn't stopped, but Nyssa was coming close to completely losing herself. Her body was shaking on the floor and her face was sex flushed, breasts rising and falling with her panting. "Master," she whined, forcing herself to ease her fingers fucking her soaked cunt.
She saw the riding crop and swallowed in want. She enjoyed toys and the games Liam would play with her to make their fucking that much more intense. It was never boring for either of them. Nyssa was such a willing slave.
The smack of the cool leather against her tit made Nyssa gulp, pretty face twisting up. He'd know all the signs that she was close to reaching her first orgasm of the night, but she was holding it back like a good girl, waiting for him to tell her when. It was always hard, especially with the head of the crop sliding down to play with her engorged clit she'd been ignoring for a few moments. There was a pleading expression on the slave's face as she looked up towards her master, bucking her hips.
"A...lot...," the brunette answered to his question, moving her other hand to pull open the lips of her pussy again, showing him the pink she kept fucking with two digits. "I'm a good pet..."