She entered the room softly on naked toes, midnight blue silk of her gown skimming her curves and fluttering round her thighs with the light sway of her hips. She noticed him sitting within the chair, candlelight glinting off the silk of his black gown. He held a crop in a single hand, tapping it into the palm of the opposite. Their eyes met and electrical energy crackled within the air between them. Her arms reached as much as loosen her hair, the lustrous black mane flowing about her shoulders, tumbling to her waist and releasing a faint perfume of honeysuckle. She smiled when she noticed the hearth leap into his eyes and heard the low growl deep in his throat. Her palms went to her waist, untying the belt that held her gown closed. With a shrug of her shoulders, the gown slipped from her physique and and made a puddle of silk round her toes.
She stepped towards the bar within the nook. Selecting a chunky rock crystal goblet, she stuffed it with crimson wine from the carafe. She walked again towards him; falling to her knees earlier than him. Together with her head bowed, she held the goblet in each palms and supplied it as much as him.
His eyes traveled over her kneeling kind: the black hair falling round her shoulders, candlelight glinting on her tan pores and skin, gentle limbs outstretched providing him wine. Laying the crop in his lap, he took the goblet with one hand and certainly one of her palms with the opposite. “Take a look at me, pet.”
She raised her head to satisfy his gaze — his darkish eyes penetrating her inexperienced ones. She trembled, as she all the time did, when she met his eyes. “You’re late, pet,” he acknowledged flatly.
Her eyes full of tears as she dropped her head, “Sure, Grasp.”
He arched his eyebrows, “Have you ever no apologies to make, no excuses?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook her head, “No, Grasp. It was inexcusable This lady deserves no matter corrections Grasp feels acceptable.” The black hair fell round her face as her shoulders trembled with quiet sobs.
He lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a light-weight kiss on it. She raised her head shortly and checked out him with huge teary eyes. He smiled, “Good lady. I might have been very upset in the event you had supplied excuses. That you already know no motive is appropriate pleases me. Your lateness is forgiven, infant.”
Reduction, gratitude and devotion battled in her eyes, “Oh! Grasp is way too type to this lady. This lady thanks Grasp.” She bent and positioned her lips on his foot as her tears continued to fall. He savored the sight of the creature he owned kowtowing to him.
In her current place each the model on her hip and the slave tattoo on her neck had been clearly seen. His flesh started to stir on the indicators of possession. He laid the crop on the desk, his disappointment in her was way more punishing than the leather-based wand on her flesh. “Lap, pet,” he whispered.
She rose to her knees, drying the tears that had fallen onto his foot along with her hair. She climbed onto his lap and snuggled into his shoulder. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. He stroked her hair, soothing her. She shifted herself in his lap, straddling him. Her palms moved as much as knead and stroke the muscle tissues in his shoulders, easing out the tensions of the day. Fingers probing out all of the tightness; her eyes locked on his. She smiled when she heard his low contented growl and felt his muscle tissues loosen up and heat beneath her adoring contact. Her lips moved in a soundless therapeutic chant. Her palms moved round to the again of his neck, fingertips kneading and circling the tissue on both aspect of the backbone. Her devoted fingers moved to the perimeters of his neck, firmly swirling the corded, tight muscle tissues there.
Throughout her devoted service, his palms had been in fixed movement — stroking, gripping and caressing the curves of the physique he owned. His robust fingers danced up her ribcage to her breasts; he seized the nipples roughly and pulled her into an arch. His eyes lit up and his shaft started to harden at her low growl. She reached between them and parted his gown. She edged ahead till her heated slit was pressed to his rising flesh. Her palms moved behind her to relaxation on his knees. She leaned again, rising the tugging sensation to her nipples. She slowly began to rock her hips, transferring her moist folds up and down the underside of his throbbing hardness. The pungent aroma of her juices rose within the air between them. Between gentle moans she whispered, “Oh, Grasp makes this lady’s cunt so very needy!”
He checked out her with arched brows, “Oh, needy? Inform me extra.” His fingers tugged tougher and farther on her nipples, twisting sightly . Her again arched deeper, her hair trailing down the fronts of his legs. An nearly inhuman growl escaped from her throat; a spark of feral hearth leapt within the smoky emerald eyes. His voice continued, low and tough, “No, don’t inform me. Present me.”
Her hips started to buck extra vigorously; her juices slicking his flesh. Hoarse cries and growls had been torn from her throat, her eyes by no means left his. He took his palms from her breasts. Inserting one hand on her hip and one hand on her higher again, he pulled her ahead. She snarled out as his enamel sunk into her breast. He might really feel her distended pearl rubbing over his juice-slicked shaft. He reached between them and took it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it tenderly, then pinching it with extra pressure. Her physique started to tremble; sizzling juices flooded over his throbbing shaft. He seemed up at her, pinched the delicate nub of flesh like a vise, raked his nails over her again — opening her pores and skin — and growled at her, “Cum, Now. Cum for me, my candy little slut.”
Whilst her physique was going inflexible and she or he shrieked, he grasped her by the hips and plunged her spasming cunt over his shaft. Juices sprayed out of her round his hardness, soaking each of them. Her internal partitions gripped and launched his flesh, milking him. She jerked and writhed on him in an obscene dance. “Yessssssssss, Mine.” he growled, as she floor her slit into him. All her humanity was stripped away; she was pure rutting animal now. Howls and snarls interspersed along with her screams as she rode the currents of launch. He watched her jerk and convulse, impaled on his shaft.
“Yours!” she cried out and collapsed ahead on to his chest. He grasped her hips firmly and started to maneuver her up and down on his hardness. Nonetheless drifting, she took up the movement, driving him within the rhythm she knew he favored. Her sweaty physique flowed in opposition to his, her lips and tongue nibbled and nuzzled at his neck. She raised her head to gaze deeply into the eyes that would seize her soul with a single look. He noticed in her look utter devotion and give up, and a warmth that was rising once more. He thrust his hips upward, burying himself in her, taking over a tough tempo, he started to fuck the property he owned.
Her hips moved in excellent synch along with his thrusts. Comfortable, long-nailed fingers drifted lovingly over his chest and shoulders. Her soul poured out to him by means of her smoky inexperienced eyes as he took possession of her. As she gyrated on his throbbing, thrusting shaft she whispered, “Yours.”
“Mine, my little fucktoy,” he snarled. His phrases despatched a shudder of delight by means of her flesh. Her internal partitions clasped his shaft, milking it, pulling it deeper. Her juices eased his passage to the very base of her dripping core. His palms gripped her hips, nails digging into the flesh. He savored the gentle cries and snarls that she made. “I personal you,” he growled.
One thing broke unfastened in her soul on the phrases. Her hips started to buck wildly; her internal partitions fluttered and rippled round him. Her palms clutched his shoulders, nails biting into his pores and skin. She leaned ahead and brushed her parted lips onto his; the gentle, languorous actions of her tongue in sharp distinction to the wild bucking of her hips. Shifting her head, she positioned her lips close to his ear, by means of her snarls and growls he heard the phrases, “Yesssssssssssssssss, fuck Your whore. Take what You personal. This physique exists solely on your pleasure.”
He pounded his throbbing shaft tougher and sooner into her. She humped and gyrated to satisfy each stroke. The air was full of the sounds of her cries, his growls and the sharp slapping of flesh on flesh. With out warning, he lifted her and shifted barely and plunged her tight asshole over his cock. He slid into the comfortable sleeve on the identical time that his enamel bit down into the tender flesh of her breast once more, his tongue lapping on the wound. Her howls had been animalistic. She bounced her ass up and down his inflexible shaft with inhuman fury.
He tore his mouth from her breast and snarled at her, “Who do you belong to?”
In a gasping, hoarse cry she answered, “this lady is proud and joyful to belong to You, Grasp.”
His eyes penetrated her thoughts and soul, “Cum for me,” he whispered roughly.
Her physique responded as if electrocuted. She went inflexible as spasms rippled by means of her physique. She shuddered and writhed and screamed her launch from the pit of her soul. A fantastic gush of juices burst from her heated core. He continued to pound his cock into her ass whereas the explosions wracked her thoughts and physique. Her thoughts and soul broke free from her physique to hitch along with his vitality, she was spinning, hovering, rocketing up previous the solar.
He felt his shaft start to throb and swell, his sac tightened. He gave one closing brutal thrust into her and floor her ass fiercely down onto him on the identical time. His cry of “Mine!” got here on the actual second of his explosion into her. She screamed as his sizzling seed erupted into her, “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Their howls and snarls mingled within the air as they soared on the currents of ecstacy. Her eyes rolled again and glazed over as he emptied the final of his seed into her. She collapsed, limp and quivering onto him. They drifted that approach collectively for an unknown time, their solely consciousness of the nearness of the opposite. There they remained — Proprietor and property, Grasp and pet, Sir and slave — till sleep crept in and claimed their sated minds and our bodies.