KRayne
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Hey everyone! So this is a short M/s story I wrote a while back. It is not that overly detailed, but I do consider it to be fairly graphic. So it is for 18+. Please feel free to let me know what you think if you like it or dislike it. I would really appriciate it.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
MY GIRL
She sat perched on the window sill, gazing out into the starry night. Her long thick hair draped over one shoulder as she leisurely ran her fingers through it. The air in the small room in which she sat was cool, making her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her navy blue robe.
She knew why she was there. This was the night she had waited for, worked for, sacrificed for for a very long time. There was no place she would have preferred to be than here, waiting. The anticipation was almost too much for her, she was crawling out of her skin, though she would never show it.
Turning her head back to the room, she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head against it. Her eyes roamed the small dimly lit room taking it all in, making sure that everything was in its place as she was told to do.
A bed with its plush coverings turned down was against one wall with a small end table on its left side. On the table she had placed a single red candle, which left off a soft yellow glow and a small wooden oblong box with her name engraved on the top. Not far from the bed on the other wall, she had pulled out one of the chairs from under the small seating table so it faced the middle of the room. In front of the chair, there was a small pink cushion. On the table she had several more of the little red candles and short flat box.
She wondered about that box and what it might contain. It had been sealed shut so that it would be obvious if it had been opened. Her fingers itched to open it, but she knew better than to do that. She would just have to be patient and wait.
The sound of the door opening and then shutting softly drew her away from her thoughts. Looking up, she saw a man coming into the room and walking towards her.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders and gentle green eyes. His shoulder-length hair was smoothed back behind his ears and secured. She shuddered involuntarily as she thought about those arms of his around her and his hands upon her body.
“Do you not greet me, little one?” he asked softly, as his large hand came out to touch her cheek gently, just barely touching her soft skin.
Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, before she could whisper, “Forgive me, Sir. I was lost in my own thoughts.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, still lightly stroking her cheek. “Tell me of your thoughts.”
She smiled softly. “I was wondering what you have planned for us tonight.” She paused for a moment, looking up into his eyes. “And what would possibly in that box on the table.”
He chuckled to himself, a soft rumbling sound coming from deep in his chest. Tipping her head back, he lightly brushes her lips with his own. Her lips parted slightly under his as he breathed in her breathe.
From the simple touch, her whole body tingled; craving, wanting more. He pulled away from her and strode over to the chair by the small dining table. Her eyes followed him the entire way and as he lounged back in the chair.
There was something about his presence that just set her on fire. She yearned to please him, to make him happier because her own happiness was derived from his. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
He silently indicated for her to come closer. Sliding off the windowsill, she softly trended over the soft carpet until she stood before him. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks when she saw his gaze drift down to her nipples, which were straining against her robe.
He licked his lips. “Undress for me,” he commanded softly. “And be sexy.”
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she took hold of the belt on her. Her nerves were awake with sensation and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was the first time he was going to see her naked or had ordered her to undress. There was something in his eyes that night, which she could not quite figure it out.
The second she closed her eyes, she heard him say roughly, “Keep your eyes open.”
Snapping her eyes open, she looked deeply into his as she lightly trailed her hands down her body. Taking the belt into her hand again, she untied the knot and forcibly pulled it out from it loops. Her robe fell open slightly, giving him a perfect view of her flat stomach and the top of her bare sex. Leaning forward she hooked the belt around his neck, her breasts dangerously close to his face. But she backed off, sliding her hand under the robe she slide it off her shoulders, until she was completely naked before his eyes.
A distinctly aroused groan came from him, causing her to smile softly to herself.
“Come closer and turn around, baby.”
With her head lowered she moved closer to him and obeyed. He lightly trailed her fingertips over the bare skin of her side before taking her hand in his and bringing them behind her back. Pulling the robe belt from around his neck, he wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together.
She tried to pull on her bounds, seeing how well he had tied her. There was no way she was going to get lose, and that idea alone aroused her more.
She didn’t have much time to think as he turned her around with his hands on her hips and with a slight pressure urged her down to her knees. The cushion was soft under her knees as she spread them slightly, just the way he liked them. The hairs on her arms stood on end, as she felt the cool air of the room caress her heated flesh.
He leaned forward in his chair, and gently cupped her cheeks in his big hands. The desire she saw in his eyes fluttered in her chest as he brushed his lips over the tip of her nose, teasing her. Pulling back from her, he rested his forearms against his thighs.
“My dear, there is something I want to talk to you about tonight,” he began softly. “I want you to be completely open and honest with me. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered, never taking her eyes from his.
In a very straight-forward tone he asked, “Are you happy with me?”
Was he really asking her this? She almost couldn’t believe it.
“Of course Sir. I have never been this happy.”
His lips twitched slightly as he reached out and briefly caressed her cheek with a single finger tip.
“Have I been good to you?”
“Better than I deserve.”
“You deserve so much more, little one. You mean the world to me and I love being able to sit here with you naked and willing at my feet.”
“And I love being here Sir. There is no other place I would rather be.” She spoke honestly and from her heart. There was not a word there that wasn’t true.
“I know, my dear. That is why I want to make you mine permanently.”
She gasped in surprise and struggled with her bonds, wanting to throw herself into his arms.
As tears welled into her eyes, he rose from his seat and moved behind her. She was most surprised when he untied her wrists, slid his arms around her body and retied her wrists in front of her body.
With her heart pounding in her chest, she watched him settle back into his chair. He took her bound hands into his own, holding them warm and comfortable.
Looking deeply into her eyes as if he could see into her very soul, he spoke in a calm but strong tone. “I love you so much. Your sweet submission means so much to me and I yearn for the time we can spend together. I want to have you at my feet and by my side always. You are my dear friend, my lover, and now I want you to be my slave. Will you wear my collar?”
Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t believe he had just asked her that. It was the one thing she had been waiting for for a long time. Now it was here and she didn’t know what to say.
Her eyes wide, she slowly nodded her head.
“Say the words, love,” he gently urged her.
“I would be honored to wear your collar, Sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then with a confidence she didn’t know she had, she continued to speak words that seemed to come out of thin air. “I love you with my whole heart. I give myself to you freely and without inhibition to guide me and dominate me. You are my friend, my lover and now you are going to be more.”
Their eyes were still focused on each other, both with tears. Taking one of his hands from hers, he reached to the box on the table. He daftly broke the seal and opened the box. She craned her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of what was inside, but to no avail. He set her hands back down on her lap for a moment.
Reaching into the box, he presented her with the most beautiful collar she had ever seen. It was made of smooth black leather lined with royal blue suede. He opened the small buckle of the back of the collar, and leaning forward slipped it around her neck.
A jolt went through her body as she felt this symbol of his ownership and his love close around her neck. With shaking hands, she raised her bound wrists and lightly ran her fingertips of the butter-smoothness of the leather and trace around the d-ring on the front.
He patted his thigh, inviting her to him. Without a second thought, she rose to her feet and seated herself on his lap, snuggling into his chest. He wound one of his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and his other hand cupped the back of her head. His heat radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt warming her body.
She tilted her head back, exposing the collar around her neck as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her soft and deeply. She was lost in the feeling of his lips, the passion and yearning behind his kisses.
“My slave,” he whispered against her lips.
Then the one name she had craved to call him for a very long time, slipped from her lips, “Master.”
He groaned deep in his throat, crushing her against his body and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She melted into his embrace; her breath becoming his and his breath becoming hers. Her head was swimming from the passion of his kisses and gave everything she had inside of her to him; letting him do what he will.
She was so lost in the intensity of their kiss, that she did not notice his hand slide down from the back of her head and gently cup her breast. He measured the weight of the soft flesh in his hand for a moment before squeezing it to get her attention. A loud gasp escaped from her throat as she pulled her lips away from him. Her eyes glazed over in passion, as she looked down into his. A lopsided smirk graced his lips as he squeezed her breast again.
“Whose breast is this?” he asked hoarsely as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Your’s, Master,” she whispered brokenly.
He pinched her nipple between his two fingers, pulling on it gently. “Whose is it?” he asked again.
She practically cried out as he pinched harder, “Your’s, Master.”
Twisting and tugging at her nipple until it was pointing out proudly, he smiled to himself again.
He leaned forward slightly, his nose burying in her lavender scented hair. Breathing deeply, he savored the scent of her hair; one of his favorite smells. Then he whispered hotly in her ear, “It is mine, isn’t it baby? Mine to play with whenever I want?”
“Yes, Master,” she gasped again.
She felt the heat from his hand travel down her body and pooling in liquid heat between her legs. As much as she wanted to squeeze her legs together, she resisted knowing that her Master would notice such movements.
Without much warning, he released his grip on her breast and placed his hands on her hips, turning her gently until she was straddling his hips. His thumbs gently stroked the soft skin of her thighs as he looked up at her, contemplating what he was going to do to her next.
She waited with baited breath as she felt his large warm hands on her thighs. His slow motions worked their way lazily until he was massaging the top of her bare mound. She shuttered, remembering how methodical she had been in her grooming. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to notice how clean and smooth she was. Her breath caught in her throat as one of his hands moved lower yet. His thumbs were lightly stroking over her downy smooth pussy lips before allowing one finger to graze her sensitive swollen clit. The rest of his fingers wound their way around her whole pussy. Cupping it in his hand, he squeezed his hand, pressing his thumb harder against her clit. She could not control the long moan that escaped from her parted lips.
“And this is my pussy too. Isn’t it, my slave?” He encouraged her as he squeezed his hand again, feeling the moisture against his palm.
“Ahhh! Yes, Master!” she cried out as he slipped a single finger passed her lips and into her molten core.
Her body was on fire; all she was aware of was his long finger inside her tight wet pussy. He tested her wetness, collecting the moisture on his finger. She was more than ready for him, but he would not let his thoughts drift down in that direction just yet. He wanted her to beg for it. She contracted her muscles squeezing his finger deep inside her; when he slowly started to pull the finger out.
He chuckled softly at her reluctance to let him go as he lifted his wet finger to her lips. Pressing it against her lips, he encouraged her to take it into her mouth, to taste herself on his finger. More than happy to obey she parted her lips, sucking the finger into her mouth. Sucking and licking his finger clean, she felt his hardness pressing against her inner thigh.
As discreetly as she could, she wiggled her hips slightly, pressing against his growing bulge a little more.
He raised his free hand up to her breast again, giving it a little squeeze.
“Soon, love, soon,” he whispered as he watched his finger disappear into her mouth again. “I bet you would like something bigger in your mouth. Wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied breathlessly when he pulled his finger out of her mouth.
“On your knees,” he ordered softly.
She slid down his body until she was kneeling between his parted legs. Watching with wide eyes and her red lips parted, as he unbuttoned his shirt and throw it to one side. His hand then traveled downward, undoing his buckle and unzipping his pants. Her eyes became transfixed on his big beautiful cock the second he pulled it out of his pants.
He could clearly see the hunger in his eyes, while he lounged back in his chair, lightly stroking his cock. He was teasing her and he knew it; he knew how much she wanted this.
“Come love, and taste your Master’s cock.”
In an instant she was leaning forward, bracing her bound wrists on the front of the chair, her tongue coming out to flick across the tip of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking every so gently, as he pushed her hair back from her face. He twisted the lush brown hair around his hand, guiding her motions, showing her exactly how he wanted to be sucked.
Following his lead, she sucked and licked his cock. Moving her head down to take more of him into her mouth before rising up again. Down and up, down and up, setting a slow pace as she pulled her cheeks in to suck harder on his growing cock. She loved having his cock in her mouth, feeling him swell against her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.
He groaned low in his throat as he felt his cock begin to pulse in her mouth. Tightening the grip in her hair, he pushed her down all the way down, thrusting his cock into the back of her throat, cutting off her air. He held her there for a moment, feeling her throat convulse around his hard cock. Using her hair as leverage, he pulled her up off for a brief moment to let her catch her breath before forcing her head back down.
Completely helpless to do anything but suck, she tried to loosen her throat as much as she could as he thrust in and out of her throat.
Lost in his own passion, he started to mutter as his hips bucked off the chair. “You like that, baby?” His voice was deep and husky. “Your Master’s cock in your mouth, his hand in your hair? Choking on his big thick cock? Fucking your face, like he wants to fuck your pussy. You want your Master’s cock in your pussy, don’t you, my slave?”
His words washed over her and all she could do to respond was to moan loudly around his cock. Even with such a subtle hint, he got his answer and after a few more hard strokes, he pulled her head off his cock.
Closing her eyes, she gasped for air and raised her bound wrists to wipe the drool off her chin. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest and her feelings were everywhere. However, nothing could stop that slow ache that was building in the pit of her stomach.
She queaked as he quickly scooped her up and with a few precise steps deposed her in the middle of the bed. Her head fell back agaisnt the pillows and her thighs spread instinctively as she gazed up at him through her lashes, biting her lower lip.
His eyes roamed her naked form hungerly. With a low growl he knelt down on the bed, and lowered his head between her legs. A shudder ran down her spine when he blew cool air against her hot engorged clit. Pushing her thighs open more, he used two fingers on his right hand to spread her labia and expose her clit more. He ran the flat of his tongue over the entire length of her pussy, pausing at the top to lick her clit.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight, when his tongue came in contact with her clit. Panting heavily, she felt the wet heat in her pussy grow and ooze. His tongue was merciless on her clit, sucking, licking, flicking it. When he got it hard and throbbing, he reached with one hand and took it between his two fingers. He rolled it gently and the fingers on his other hand were stroking his soaking wet lips. With all the will she could muster, she tried not to buck her hips up, when he started pinching her clit.
“Breath, my slave,” he whispered gently as he stroked her thigh. “Take the pain and the pleasure as I pinch your little clit.”
She took several long deep breaths between moans as he pinched harder. Then suddenly he was gone, the pressure on her clit eased up until all she felt was an empty throbbing. Opening her eyes to see where her Master had gone, she saw him leaning over her box.
“Master?” she whispered hoarsely.
He looked up at her with an evil glint in his eye and pressed his finger to his lips. She settled back down, still wondering what he could be up to.
His grinning face came back into her field of vision when he leaned over her. Kissing her forehead, her nose, each eye, he traveled down before taking her lips into a sweet kiss. This was enough to distract her from what he had taken out of her box and where his hands could possibly be. She felt something cold squeeze one of her nipples and then the other. It wasn’t until he pulled his head away did she realize that he had attached her nipple clamps snuggly. With an evil grin, he gave the chain that connected the clamps a little tug, causing a moan to rip from her throat.
“That’s a good girl. You look so pretty with your nipple jewelry.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Get on your hand and knees, baby,” he urged her.
She slowly rose up and rolled over. Leaning on her bound wrists, she spread her legs, her hot pussy hanging open in the cool air of the room. He positioned himself behind her, leaning over her and gave her clamps another little tug.
His warm large hands started gently stroking her round upturned ass. A loud resounding slap was delivered to her right ass cheek and then the left. She moaned loudly as he stroked her hot opening with one of his fingers as he slipped it inside of her. After several long thrusts of his finer, he added a second, scissoring her tight opening. She leaned her head down on her forearms, and bites her lower lip.
He leaned over to her box against, and pulled out the lube and anal plug inside. Opening his wet fingers out of her pussy, he pressed them against her asshole as his other hand caressed his butt to help her relax.
“Let me in, love,” he whispered as he pushed the one wet finger and then the other into her tight asshole.
Popping the top off the lube, he poured a little bit on his fingers as he slowly worked them in and out of her. She felt so full with his fingers up her ass and then a gapping emptiness when he pulled them out. More cool lube was poured on her asshole, before he started pushing the plug into her. He did not stop until the whole toy was up inside of her and the flared base pressed against her butt cheeks.
“So pretty,” he cooed as leaned forward and unclamped her nipples. He gently rubbed the feeling back into them. “Are you ready, my slave?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed heavily. Her ass was so full and her nipples aching.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he positioned himself at her hot wet opening.
“I want your cock in my pussy, Master,” she gasped out as he pushed the head into her cunt.
Teasingly, he pulled it out again. “Want more?” he taunted her.
“Yes, Master! Please!” she begged, trying to move her hips back.
He held her hips in place so she couldn’t move. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Master. I want your cock to bad,” she pleaded.
With a wide grin, he was more than happy to comply. Rubbing the tip against her opening getting it nice and wet, before he pushed it inside her pussy. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her hot cunt. Pushing in a little more, then out and in a little more with each thrust of his hips until he was completely buried inside of her.
They moaned together at the feeling of being so deeply connected. Ever so slowly, he pulled out of her almost completely before pushing back in, setting a slow teasing pace. His hands gripped her hips, pushing her back against his as he thrust. Slowly he started to pick up speed, moving fast and harder in and out of her.
He ground himself against her. “You like that, slave? You like the way your Master fucks you?” he asked, smacking her ass again.
“Yes Master!” she moaned loudly.
This encouraged him more picked up the pace. Thrusting and grinding, fucking his little slave. She loved the feeling of his hot hard cock inside of her, using her, fucking her the way he wanted.
“Are you my little whore? My little bitch?” he demanded loudly, as he slowed a bit to give her the chance to answer.
“Yes Master,” she answered quietly between moans.
“Louder!” He gripped the end of her butt plug and gave it a twist.
“Yes Master!” she cried out.
They moaned and grunted together as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Just as he felt her reaching her peak, he pulled out completely.
She moaned in protest, wondering why he was stopping. This only lasted for a moment, until he pulled on her butt plug. He pulled it almost out but then back in. As he started to slowly fuck her with the toy, he massaged a good amount of lubricant mixed with her pussy juice on his cock. He dripped a little bit more on her asshole after he pulled the plug out.
Gripping her ass cheeks hard in each of his hands he spread them apart and pressed the head of his cock against her gapping opening.
“Ready for me to fuck your ass, my little slave?”
“Yes Master,” she groaned out.
He pushed forward slowly at a constant pressure until he was buried completely in her ass. He groaned loudly, feeling her muscles close tightly around him. She screamed out in pleasure as he fucked her harder and faster. Her asshole burned and stretched to accommodate is huge throbbing member.
She felt so good around him and he felt his climax approaching. He reached around her and pressed his thumb against her clit.
“Gonna shoot hot white cum deep in your ass, baby,” he grunted as he bucked his hips faster. “Cum with me, love.”
She bit down hard on her lower lip, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. His orgasm echoed hers as he shot loads of hot cum into her ass. Thrusting his hips a couple more time to make sure his cum buried deep inside her.
He fell over on the side of the bed and pulled her trembling form into his arms.
“My wonderful little slave,” he whispered against her hair as she nuzzled her nose into his neck.
“Oh, Master,” she sighed softly.
He pressed her fully against his side, holding her tight and close. Leaning over he softly kissed her forehead.
THE END!
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