Heading upstairs took longer than we bothwanted, but going faster would’ve meant moving apart and stopping the kissesthat left me whimpering and writhing against him. When we finally made it tothe bedroom, he laid me out on the mattress and started kissing down my chest.
“But…now…” I gasped as he bit down on mynipple. As he grinned and tugged on the tip with his teeth, I fought to get thewords out in a coherent sentence. “You promised…fuck me into the…the bed.”
Ha.
Got it out.
Mostly.
Master gave my nipple one last teasing tug,then smiled up the line of my body as he released me. “But I didn’t say howlong it would take me to get us there.”
I had a wonderful but wicked Master.
The idea of taking his time took on a wholenew meaning as he slowly worked his way over my chest, nibbling and kissing.Sometimes he would wander down my ribs before going back to my nipples untilthey were aching and I was writhing under him, then he’d start his slowexploration all over again.
By the time he’d made his way down to mydick, I was barely holding back the urge to beg for him to go faster. But sinceI wasn’t sure if that would actually get me what I wanted, I decided to just goalong for the ride even if it killed me.
Spreading my legs, he settled down betweenmy thighs and nibbled high up on the inside of them before working his way uptoward my cock. When his tongue was finally stroking my erection, I wasdripping precum, and I could feel my orgasm pushing to escape.
Master didn’t seem to care how close I was,but since I knew how much fun he had punishing me, I thought making me come mightbe the goal of all this wonderful torture.
But that thought didn’t help me decide howmuch effort I wanted to put into holding back. If Master wanted to punish me,who was I to prevent him?
Thankfully, though, I didn’t have to makethat decision because as I started to shake, he sat up and roughly flipped meover.
Yes.
We were finally getting to the fuck me intothe mattress part of the night.
As he pushed my face down into the coversand I scrambled to offer my ass up to him, he stroked over my back and down tomy thighs. “That’s right. Show me how needy my little cockslut is.”
Very needy.
So needy I didn’t even think about how Ilooked as I whimpered and spread my legs wider. “Please…I…”
I almost had the words out, but just as thebegging started, he ran his dick down the center of my ass and over my hole.That chased every thought out of my head, and all I could do was moan andwiggle, making sure he knew I was his.
As the head of his cock slid back and forthover my hole, I almost missed the wonderful sound of lube being squirted out.
It was the most beautiful sound I’d everheard.
When he pulled his cock away from myopening, I groaned in frustration, but that quickly changed to a desperate moanas a slicked finger slid deep inside me.
The fat plug he’d tortured me with earliermade prepping me now unnecessary, but he took his time going from one finger totwo and finally three. It was mostly just to fuck with my head because everytime I would start to push back or beg for more, he’d spank my ass or swat mydick.
But if he thought that would make mebehave, he’d sorely misunderstood how desperate I was.
By the time he was easing his fingers frommy ass and I knew he was ready to slide into me, I was ready to do just aboutanything to feel him thrust deep inside me.
He must have known that because he sankcompletely into me in one long, wonderfully rough motion that had sparksshooting off in me. All I could do was moan and whimper as he held me down,fucking me in long strokes just as he’d promised.
I was completely helpless.
It’d always sounded sexy in fantasies, butmy erotic imagination had nothing on the reality of being used by my Master andknowing I’d give him whatever he wanted.
Thankfully he had common sense about ourlimits, though.
He always pushed me right to the pointwhere I’d have promised him anything, but he’d never taken advantage of mydesperation and trust.