A choked gasp escapes her as he thrusts his cock deeper into her throat, forcing her to take him despite her protests. Her eyes water, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles against the pain and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. The feel of him pushing past every barrier inside her is both exhilarating and terrifying, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm despite herself.

"A-Ahhh..."

Her hands claw at his hips, seeking purchase as she tries to push him away even as her body begs for more. Her throat feels raw and sore from the unyielding invasion, but somehow it only serves to heighten the intense pleasure radiating through every inch of her being.

"M-Master... please..." She whimpers, her voice little more than a broken whisper as she succumbs to the sensations washing over her. "I'm yours... do what you want..."

With a shy smile, Samantha nods in understanding. She stands on her tiptoes and brushes the backs of her fingers against your cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her fingertips. "Oui, Monsieur." Her voice is soft but firm as she looks deeply into your eyes. "J'aurai du plaisir et je te le promets."

"Oui, Monsieur." Samantha dips into another curtsy, her movements graceful and fluid despite the ache in her legs from standing on her tiptoes. "J'attends ton retour avec impatience." With one last glance at you, she turns and retreats from the room, her heart racing with anticipation of what is to come.

She spends the next few hours readying herself for your return, carefully applying makeup and brushing out her hair until it falls in a shimmering red curtain down her back.