She started screaming as Magnus attacked her clit with vigor. A shattering orgasm shook her and she started pulling Magnus’ hair, then hitting his back with her fists as she spasmed in the throes of mad arousal. She kept coming, trying to control her aggression towards him, but not managing to achieve much restrain. Oh, this amazing boy, this amazing man, was going to take it all for her benefit... The thought itself made her orgasms mind numbing in intensity...

She started coming down from her peak, finally taking control of her limbs. As Magnus nursed on her juices she relaxed, completely.

“That was wonderful, Magnus... I hope I didn*t hurt you much..."

“It's fine... Although I wish I knew why you have to hit me always..."

Magnus asked with curiosity in his voice.

“When my arousal has me in its grips I feel I need to... release some aggression... it really benefits my pleasure" she said with a neutral smile.

“But what I really wanted to say is that hurting you, beating you, turns me on immensely... The WHY is a mystery to me too... It is like, the more affection I feel for you, the more I want to hurt you during sex... It is insane on some level... as I feel genuinely remorseful when I release my arousal, but when I am turned on...0h, I feel I could beat you bloody, Magnus, my amazing, handsome plaything..."

Magnus watched her for some time, studying her face, and then just nodded. Fiona could tell he didn't like the pain, but his chivalrous nature made him take it because it gave her so much pleasure. He tried to wrap his head around it, to find some explanation why hurting someone would bring anyone pleasure. It was so much against his own nature, and he tried to understand it, but he realized he couldn't. So he took it as something he should endure for her comfort and pleasure.

Fiona was truly amazed by his selflessness. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, making him close his eyes and sigh with pleasure.

“How much he must be suffering, being around me whole day, and not being able to get any release... I am so incredibly bad..." Fiona thought as she caressed his face.

Later, Magnus was busy with work for the rest of the afternoon, and in the evening it was time for meditation again.

“Get undressed" Fiona said, stripping from her clothes herself.

"Eh, I thought we are doing magic lessons at this time...?" Magnus asked, puzzled.

“Oh, we are. But you will get a tougher challenge tonight. Strip."

A few minutes later, Magnus was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, in the familiar meditation position, naked, eyes closed, and waiting for that challenge. He felt very confident after his victory Last night.

Then he gasped in surprise. Fiona has sat on his shoulders, naked herself, lifting her feet off the ground so all her weight rested on

Magnus' shoulders. He felt the touch of her warm thighs on his cheeks and neck and the maddening touch of her wet pussy on the back of his neck. Maybe he was too cocky, after all. This was something only his

Mistress could come up with, this incredible blend of pleasure and torture.

Magnus tried to calm himself, tried to reach his meadow in his mind, but it was a losing battle. Whenever he thought he managed to become calmer and steady his breathing, she would shift a little, smearing her juices on his neck... and he was back at the start again. Meanwhile,

Fiona was sitting comfortably on his muscular shoulders, leaning on his neck every now and then, to torture and distract him with her juices, and with the smell of her arousal. She even took a book to read, putting it on top of Magnus’ head.