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SLAP! Pain and heat blossomed on my already sore bottom as his sweaty palm made impact with its tender flesh. The half-sob, half-moan I cried was all but muffled in the tear-stained, dense muscle of his thighs. “Do you like this, pet?” My Master’s voice rumbled low, but clear, above me.
I tried to reply, but whether for mercy or for more, neither of us could determine; my voice was lost in choking gasps. I felt him laugh before I heard it—a deep pulse that reverberated along his abs and chest before escaping in a sinister chuckle.
“Why don’t we find out then?” he asked.
I turned to look over my shoulder just as his hand ducked beyond the curve of my behind. But my head quickly snapped forward again as his thick fingers found my sensitive and swollen center. I moaned loudly as his fingertip carefully circled my clit before sliding gently between my shamefully wet lips. After several minutes of slipping his fingertips inside of my dripping slit, I felt another heat rise inside of me.
“M-more,” I somehow managed to mumble into the stiff folds of his leather pants. “P-please … please, more. I’m almost …” My voice trailed off as suddenly my Master halted his hand’s movements, and I almost cried out in protest as he removed them entirely from my desperate sex.
Master tutted as he stroked my hair and pulled me upright into his lap.
“Not yet,” he murmured with a kiss on my forehead. “Little slave girls have to earn that.”
I stifled a groan, as the last unbroken threads of my release left my pussy aching.
“Yes … yes of course, Master,” I stammered.
“Good girl,” he chuckled. “Now …” He lifted his hand from where it rested on my thigh and held it inches from my face. His index and middle fingers glistened in the soft, dancing candlelight.
Heat rose to my cheeks. Am I really that wet? I asked myself.
My Master’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Taste yourself, pet,” he ordered. “Taste how filthy and wet your Master makes you.”
I wasted no time in taking his fingers into my mouth, in letting my tongue glide along his skin as my damp lips cradled and suckled each digit. My eyes locked with his as I worked all the fingers of his right hand, one-by-one, slowly in and out of my warm, eager mouth. Something guttural, primal, stirred in the back of my Master’s throat. He tried vainly to suppress it, but I knew him better. His hard cock, poking up through his pants toward my naked, bruised bottom, displayed his arousal, and I wriggled my hips suggestively. “Hmph, you think you’re so coy, woman?” His voice was stern, but a fiendish smirk betrayed his composure, and I smiled around his girthy fingers, giving them a teasing lick.
Another low growl, and the hand that had been delicately caressing my ass moved to pull possessively at my hair. I cried out again, the painful tug sending little jolts of pleasure to my greedy cunt.
“I wonder if you’ll be so smug with my fat cock down your throat,” Master hissed into my ear.
The warmth of his breath on my neck sent delightful tickles all along my flesh, and my pierced nipples perked in reply. Placing a hand on his cheek I leaned toward his ear and whispered, “Is that an order, Master?”
Master snorted and pinched my well-spanked rear. “I’d expect no less from my pet …”
I giggled into his ear before pulling myself from his lap. Squatting between his open legs I gazed at the form of his massive cock bulging against his restrictive leather pants. I began to salivate as I unzipped his pants with tortuously slow speed. I felt my Master tense above me, and I secretly enjoyed testing the limits of his patience.
“Promise?” I muttered just before I eagerly released his thick dick from the bondage of his pants into the moist haven of my waiting mouth.
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