‘Ask me what I’m going to do to you.’ I said this quietly in her ear, my eyes watching how her fingers curled into the drywall at my words. My palm was grinding against her sex, through the slight barrier of her skirt, her skimpy underwear. She was breathless, the way I liked her, but she managed to haltingly choke out the words.’What - what are you going to do to me?’

I smiled, but it was empty. I scraped my teeth along the muscle in her neck. My feet nudged hers further apart. I liked her sandals, the absence of a heel keeping that contrast I desired sharper. I moved my hands from her and she whimpered. My body pressed closer to hers as I grasped her wrists from where I stood behind her. I said again, softly, ‘Say, ‘What are you going to do to me, Master?’

I heard a sound catch in her throat as if she swallowed back a noise. My fingers closed and overlapped my thumb. I pulled my hands back and slowly ran my touch along her arm. ‘Say it, pet.’ My hands looked enormous against her smaller frame. I knew she, too, found it exciting that I could so easily subdue her.

‘What are you going to do to me, Master?’ That she got the sentence out without catching on the words, made the smile reach my eyes for a brief moment. My hands skimmed her sides, ran along the slender curves of her silhouette - her waist, her hips. I dropped down to one knee, running my fingers along her legs, past the edge of her skirt where they stopped. I started them slowly upwards and felt her quiver.

‘I’m going to remove your underwear.’ I said this even as my fingers hooked around the small scrap of silk and slowly began to draw them down her legs. ‘Ask me what then.’

‘What then?’ Her thighs were leaping in response to my touch. She stepped off one foot, then the other, so that the lace wouldn’t have to be torn off of her. I tucked them away in my pocket. My hands returned to her and waited, patiently, the thumbs stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Her hips undulated, she shifted restlessly.

Finally, I pinched her. She moaned, loudly. ‘Correct it, slut.’

‘Wha-What?’ She hung her head down, her dark hair sweeping forward. ‘What, what then, Master?’

‘Then,’ I said, moving her as I spoke, ‘I’m going to turn you around, lean you back against that wall and put my tongue on you - in you.’ My hands were already sliding back up her legs, the slight pressure of my fingers making her body turn. She thumped loudly against the wall as her back hit it and winced. My fingers slid around and cupped her ass, drawing her hips forward. ‘Just like that, love.’

Her eyes were burning as they looked down at me. When I leaned forward, she groaned loudly. ‘Oh, fuuuck.’ She made the word erotic, rolling it out like that with anticipation riding her. I could smell her. Smell how ready she was.

‘Ask me what then.’ I said that as my mouth found her, my fingers opening her up for the quick, eager touch of my tongue. I wasn’t sure who made the noise then. My tongue curled, her taste, her eagerness all feeding me. I felt her fingers lace in my hair, her hips rolled. I placed one of her legs on my shoulder.

She was making hungry noises in her throat. My fingers slid over her wet folds. I stared up her body, one of her hands was in my hair, the other pinching the hard tip of her nipple. I pushed two fingers into her and her legs started to give out. I withdrew my touch only slightly. She straighted, ungracefully, forcing her unwilling body back into position.

I laughed, softly, in my throat. ‘Ask me, slut.’

‘Huh?’ She chewed on her bottom lip. I ran my wet fingers along her skin, and my tongue slid over my bottom lip. I could taste her. I pushed my fingers back into her and her cunt gripped them like a vice. My cock leaped under the layers of clothing I wore. My mouth found her again and her back arched, her thighs quivered.

I moved my fingers and the delicious sounds of her cunt were filling the room. Absently, I heard someone call my name from downstairs - and ignored it. I growled into the slick flesh and her body began that tense vibration as she built up to her orgasm. I left her body like that and she made a raspy, questioning sound. I scraped my teeth lightly across the mound.

I stood, reached behind my head, and pulled off my shirt.

Her hands were on me before I even tossed it on the bed, her fingers splaying over the expanse of my chest. Her mouth closed around one nipple. I felt her teeth. My grip was sudden and firm, winding into her hair, and jerking her head back until I felt her body reach that crucial tension where she yields or collapses.

‘D..’ She gasped out.

I slapped her across the face. ‘Shut up.’ I loomed over her, menacing, cruelly twisting the strands until she danced. ‘Did you have permission to touch?’

‘No, Master.’

‘Can’t stay out of the candy, can you slut?’

She laughed, breathlessly, softly as if to keep the pressure on her scalp to a minimum. ‘No.’

‘No, what?’

‘No, Master.’

‘Better. You never asked, cunt.’

‘Asked what, Master?’

‘ “What then?” ‘

‘S-sorry, Master.’

My laughter was soft, menacing. I trailed my wet fingers down her body, pulled on her already hard nipples. ‘I could take you downstairs and make us both the centerpiece on the buffet table and you’d enjoy every fucking second of it.’

She groaned. ‘You don’t like to share.’

I took one of her hands and brought it to my fly, pressed it against the stiff bulge. I loosened my hold in her hair. Kissed her mouth and shared the taste of her cunt with her. Her fingers were on me a second later. Her fingers running over the head, where beads of moisture were eagerly forming. She started to sink down, and I tightened my hold.

‘No, pet. God no. Bend over.’ And with that, I pushed her towards the bed. She whimpered, but wiggled her ass as I neared. My shorts hit my ankles and I ran the head of my cock along her slit. ‘Yes. Fuck yes.’

I held myself in check as I entered her, not wanting to rush the first delicious sensation of stretching her open. My hands palmed her ass. It was silent in the room as if the universe has stilled for this moment. It was broken only when I seated myself fully inside her and we both let out our breath.

I stayed like that. She moaned loudly, her face buried in the comforter. ‘What then, M-Master?’ I gave out a shuddering laugh.

‘I fuck you.’ As I said it, I withdrew and held there, suspended, my cockhead just penetrating her. I sank my fingers into her hips and pulled her back sharply as I thrust forward. The rhythm after that was fast, rushed. ‘You’re so fucking tight, pet. So wet.’

I growled out the words as I hammered my point home, the slapping sound of our joining flesh only increasing my excitement. I fucked her, my eyes focused on her fingers on the bed cover. I watched them slowly claw at the material - felt her squeeze my cock until I was left gasping for air, but unwilling to stop my movements.

‘Yes.’ She moaned. ‘Yes.’ Louder still. I felt my balls tighten incrementally with each sound she made, felt her close in an even tighter grip around me. Her nails made a harsh sound as they raked down the fabric. She let out a cry and then, then I felt it, the warm rush of her orgasm, the reflexive tightening and release of her muscles. I sank into her and held, allowing her to ride the crest of sensation.

My cock pulsed inside her. I felt the blood and heartbeat in every inch of my body. When she quieted, I pulled from her, my cock, wet with her juice, hugged my stomach. ‘Turn over. I want to come in your mouth.’

My fist closed around my cock as I said it, pumped as she wearily, bonelessly turned over. I pushed her back when she tried to sit up and climbed over her, my knees making indentations on either side of her body. I put my cock at her mouth and stretched out until I was doing a lewd pushup above her. Her mouth closed around me and I pushed my hips forward.

‘That’s it.’ I hung my head down and could see her, my cock pushing slowly into her mouth. It was all I needed. I groaned loudly, my body stiffening as my cock hardened to the point of pain and then exploded. I felt her hands on me, her fingers on my balls. Jerked and let out another thick stream of come.

‘Jesus.’ I groaned, pushing to one side so I didn’t collapse upon her. My come still leaked lazily out of my dick. I felt her tongue snake out and clean it from my skin.

She crawled up and lay beside me for a long moment, I stroked her back, her hands moved over my chest. She whispered then, softly. ‘What’s next?’

I laughed. ‘Food.’