Emma's eyes widened as she felt him hardening again inside her.
"Master, I can't—" she gasped.
"You can and you will," Julian said firmly. He took his cock out completely, making Emma whimper at the sudden emptiness. Then he pulled her up from the table, spinning her around to face him.
Her bodice was still open, her breasts exposed. Her skirts were bunched around her waist. Her face was tear-streaked, her hair disheveled. She was thoroughly messed—and absolutely beautiful in her submission.
"Up on the table," Julian commanded. "On your back. Legs spread."
"Everyone will see," Emma whispered, though she was already moving to obey.
"That's the point," Julian replied. "I want them to see everything. I want them to see my seed dripping from you. I want them to see your face when you cum on my cock."
