"O Byron, please forgive me! No! Punish me! Punish me harshly for that is the only way I can atone for what I have done. Punish me!"
There were tears flowing down Alcippe's cheeks as she pleaded with him for forgiveness. For punishment. What was it? Did she want to be forgiven, or to be punished? Would punishing her be seen as forgiveness?
Byron was amused. Did she think she had done something wrong? That he would be angry with her for having squirted? Who could stop it? Who could stop an orgasm?
This was something to be proud of. She should have been celebrating and savouring her first orgasm, yet she was crying, ashamed and frightened.
Alcippe, frightened!
It was ridiculous.
Byron was happy for her. That's why he couldn't bear to see the fear and embarrassment on her face. It was not the Alcippe he was used to. He was used to a strong, nonchalant Alcippe who liked to watch him have sex.
