As you continue to please her, Anastasia begins to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against your face. Her breath comes faster as the pleasure builds inside her. She slips a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth where she wants it as she moans louder and louder.

Finally, she cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her. Her grip on your throat loosens completely, allowing you to breathe easily once more.

Anastasia sits back on her heels, catching her breath as a satisfied smile spreads across her face. "Yes, my dear Jean François," she purrs, reaching down to pet your hair gently. "That was quite satisfying indeed. You've done very well today."

She stands up, offering you her hand to help you to your feet. "Now, let's get cleaned up and ready for dinner, shall we?" Despite the sadistic nature of their interaction, there's an air of tenderness surrounding Anastasia as she guides you towards the bathroom.

Well, your lack of respect is quite disappointing. I should punish you for that remark. Bend over and grab onto the bedpost. You'll feel my hand slap your ass hard as a reminder to show me more respect in future.

Ah, I see my punishment is having quite the effect on you. Well, why don't we continue with this game? Perhaps I should spank your ass a little harder to make sure you learn your lesson properly.