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Chapter 2
Still whimpering softly after the first experience of being with “Master”, my cheeks flushed and still feeling the heat of His palm print burning into the milky white flesh of my rump. “Master” said it made me suppler. Unsure of the pain and humiliation of being spanked causing anything more than pain, only knowing is captivated and enthralled with the overwhelming strength of His voice, His eyes, and His hands.
Rolling across the satin coverlet of the bed, relishing in the thoughts of the hours before, His commanding presence still lingering upon me heavily. His blistering gaze searing the soft flesh that incited a wild throbbing deep within, twisting and turning against the silken coverlet, a soft cry of longing escapes my lush lips. Catching my breath, remembering the ravishment felt across every inch of my frame every time His dark pools fell across my stature, Remembering how senses become painfully, yet, blissfully acute. My heart beat like a single beat echoing out an eerie cadence.
My own fingers starting to touch across my flesh becoming dangerously wild and sensually roaming at will across the rose tipped nipples. The feeling of desperation encompassing once more as rolls the still sensitive nipples between my digits. Closing my eyes remembering the hot darkness of His gaze pinning me, a savage insistence inside pushing me further. The simmering inside of molten heat assaulted by the raw unbridled feelings He roused turning the fire within to a liquid molten larva.
Fingertips hungrily graze shooting arrows of pleasure downward to the moist feminine center as wild brown tresses splay across the pillow laden with perspiration. Arching back into the softness of satin beneath bores out a cry for fulfillment, remembering the simple touch of His lips feeling hotter than the sun upon my bare skin. Begins to writhe with a frenzied need of Him once more, sensations course through my hips undulating them higher and higher releasing shudders. A whimper of ecstasy as the words of His promised return lay upon me like poetry, dark, sensual, and arousing.
The animal heat radiating as strokes across my tender flesh, playing over the taunt nipples, tormenting them. My skin feeling too tight, too sensitive, too open, the ache He left within unbearable. His male musk essence intoxicating to breathe in lingers in the air as starts to shake with desire. A feverish swell so hot wavers between illusion and awareness. Arches desperately seeking the exquisite relief, knowing though only His touch will bring it. Shuddering lifting my hips higher begging in whimpers the need. Wet, white heat within scalding as my pulse races, blood pounding at the hot voluptuous sensations even my own tiny digits create across thrusting hips to my trembling belly. A rush of sensation ruthlessly intensified wildly with the excitement of earlier and the promise of later. Edges upon erupting in pulsating spasms through the heat of vitality and danger, still unable to abate the carnal animalistic cravings, my pink tongue darts outward in fierce hunger across the now parched lips. Long lashes flutter upwards a gullustic moan flies into the air. Hips rock hungrily taking up a natural rhythm, needs now an evident desperation. Silken waves come to lap across the overheated skin a blazed in a passionate dance. Dangling upon the edge, riveted in the moment of culmination.
Opening my eyes as colors start to swirl as hovers upon the edge of sating my own beast within, only to see His dark gaze riveted back upon me.
Chapter 3
My tiny stature freezing still, eyes widening as suckles in my lower lip unsure of what His reaction would be towards the state has found me in. Not daring to barely breathe inwards, waiting the endless moment as His eyes bore into me. Was it anger or enjoyment that caused the twinkle in the deep pools? My heart nearly imploding, willing Him to speak with each beat. Unable to stand the silence of another heartbeat, “Master your back.”
“That I am. It seems you have found a way to entertain yourself while I was gone. This what you do all those hours you spend alone, is it?” His voice in that unusual tone had not heard before earlier.
Finding myself biting harder on my lower lip, pulling my legs up to my chest, as I tug at the satin sheet trying to cover up, feeling ashamed that He would find me in such a state. Yet ,the burn and itch insisting on being assuaged.
“I will take the silence as my answer to be yes. Well it seems that we will have to find some other way to entertain you while I am away my pet, won’t we?”
The tone in His voice hovering between a sadistic sinister tone and one of sarcastic amusement as He spoke. Either one, not sure liked. Earlier it had been a wonderful enchanting time of masterful romantic love. The dominance showed a gentle loving one, enchanting my very soul. It seems the Man had changed in His short time away. Changing to someone I am so unsure of. Tugging the cover closer, almost like a frightened child, edging back as deep into the mattress as possible.
Watching His every move as He crossed the room towards His desk bending to open a bottom draw. Wishing He would stand a bit further to the side so that I could see what He was lifting out. My lip becoming swollen from the constant chewing upon it, as struggled to peek from side to side. A curiosity taking over, forgetting the tone of His voice until He turned back towards the bed, dropping something to His pockets, holding a handful of long silken cords that matched perfectly with the satin coverlet, He settled down upon the mattress next to me. Pausing to reach out and grab His drink taking a long swallow, His eyes never leaving mine. Eyes widening with a fear suddenly remembering nothing but the hard spanking across my rump, watching as He replaced the drink and His large hand tugged at the coverlet pulling it from my own, leaving my naked stature open to His view. His hand gently and slowly caressed the plain of my belly sending the tremors within to re-establish them quickly. Dropping my head back into the pillow as the fire that flickered with His appearance reunited itself with His touch. Soft sounds rolling from my lips assuring Him of the needs still felt.
The softness of His voice, the heat of His breath, the tiny brush of His lips upon my ear causing me to barely be able to concentrate upon His words.
“You know my little one; you need be taught if you need . . . You beg me. You are from this moment on mine - mine to sate - mine to torment - mine to entice - my to tantalize and toy with - mine to love. Mine alone. Do you understand me?” He spoke with such authority barely requiring a reply from me.
Scarcely comprehending, whimpering “yes Master”, praying His hand would move lower and sate me now. Create the magic He had earlier; assuage the sweet ache that was consuming me. Still stroking my flesh His hands gently caressing down my petite arms to the wrists, grabbing both within the depths of His palm pulling them over my head. His large frame towering over me, as whispered again into my ear, “that’s it pet let it go”.
My entire being becoming supple, melting to His every movement barely feeling the tug against my wrists as He bound them to the top of the bed. His lips finding their way back to my flesh. The wet, white heat scalding as they dragged down across my chest. Pausing to suckle in each nipple, razing His teeth across them. Moaning at the sharpened pleasure as His hands continued to ravish with tenderness. Bucking in an effort to escape the intensity of it, but the dark velvet voice calming “steady pet steady”.
Straining against His hand begging in a raspy voice, longing to feel Him inside again. He insisting on touching every inch of the dampened body, over the slender hips, the inner tender flesh of my thighs. A long slow growl hissing out as He only taunted against the hard bud causing the frenzied need to burn. Down His hands moved to the long naked legs sending trembles through as His lips touched across each toe. Unable to fight the tugging at my ankles as He parted them, only arching upwards trying for the heat of His mouth to find its way back to the bud.
Feeling Him stretch back out beside me on the bed, His hand slowly sweeping my body, stroking, cupping my breast. Flinching at the touches, His lips pressuring down, enveloping my nipple again. Pulling, tugging at it with His teeth before releasing the hardness, His breath taunting “easy pet”. His words hitting my ears now as sharp agonizing pain clamped shut around the hardness. Gasping, bucking at the sensation only, the constant whisper of His breathes able to settle my insides. The heat of His mouth followed again by searing pain repeating itself. The intensity of each new pleasure and pain heard in the raspy breathes inhaled. Unsure now what was pain and what was pleasure, the line seeming to waver.
His hand gently caressing across my belly again, feeling each rib as it juts outward, cooling the over heated flesh, calming it with His strength. Trying desperately to grasp reality again when His thumb finds its way to my clit, brushing across it before rolling it hard. Thrusting my hips upward for the pressure that is ruthlessly intensifying to sate the fire. Then an endless moment of nothing. Only feeling the biting pain clutching each nipple. Opening my eyes looking up towards Him seeing Him sitting up with a glass pausing to take a drink. My head falling back to the pillow as the bounds of my wrists and ankles become acutely aware. Tugging hard to free myself only to find with each tug the binding constricting harder. Tears filling my eyes as open them to look at Him. The need so desperately evident as growls “bastard” to Him. Seeing the smirk on His face as watches Him take another large gulp of whatever was in the glass catching the ice between His teeth. My eyes widen as He makes it obvious the large cube held. Only able to gasp as the sudden cold against the hard nub as it is dragged down to the folds. Each flicker only tormenting me further as feels suddenly the heat of His mouth hard upon me, opening the folds. The icy cold thrust deep inside the molten larva yet the heat of His mouth, His tongue darting dancing with the ice. His mouth suckling hard to capture each droplet of moisture. His teeth razing hard the nub, the clenching of my insides around the cube and His tongue urging Him to further assault my insides.
Everything blurring as screams, each spasm wracking my tiny frame. Shaking, tensing, turbulently and violently spasms wrack through me. A searing lightning bolt sears my insides as feels the biting clamps tear from the hard nipples sending me over the edge to drown in a pool of waves crashing down. His mouth savagely assaulting my private folds as fire mixes with ice, drinking both from me. Delirious sounds escape as begins to surface back opening my eyes to see His pools looking down at me. “Sleep pet”.
Letting my lashes fall closed unable to keep them open as the sated fibers of my being collapse in sheer exhaustion of the overwhelming climax.
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