A Dark Room, A Late Night
In the center of a loft apartment, a woman stood alone. High ceilings, lost in the shadows were broken here and there by skylights that allowed the cascade of translucent moonlight to fall across the woman's creamy skin, her lush curves bared and on display. From all about the room the dance of candlelight served to accentuate the slopes and planes of her body, her fair complexion standing out against the overall darkness of the room. Silently, she stood, silently, she waited; her eyes were fixed upon the heavy door through which eventually He would come.
Her Master had ordered her here mere hours ago and left her no room for refusal. She had been at work, preparing a case, and at his call, before the demand had even fully passed his lips, she had forgotten all other responsibilities, abandoning her office to be here in time to prepare herself for Him, the one who owned her.
As the gauzy black curtains on the tall windows shifted in the moist Spring air, she went over in her mind the many preparations she had made to be ready as he'd taught her. How she had bathed in hot water mixed with scented oils and applied perfume to the areas that drove her Master wild: the nape of her neck, the small of her back, just under the slopes of her breasts, her navel, and lastly along the inside of her thighs.
The room itself was spotless; black and burgundy candles of various sizes flickered across the polished hardwood floor. Somewhere, out of sight, music played and incense burned, filling the room with a sensual atmosphere that was seamless.
As she stared at the door, all she needed now was---
The key turned and the click of the latch echoed suddenly as the door swung open revealing her Master, framed in the large doorway. He stood there silently, appraising everything in a glance; if anything had been out of order, he would know it instantly. Despite her confidence, she now found herself trembling under the intensity of His stare; her desire to please Him had risen to obsession. She counted each throbbing heart beat as it pounded in her chest, waiting for Him to cross the threshold. The longer He delayed, the greater her fear that she had somehow missed something, that it was not right, that she had failed.
And then He stepped in, a king returning to his throne as he closed the door behind him and soaked in everything she'd done. Still silent he toured the large apartment, surveying it, she thought, for mistakes. He moved like a panther with a feral grace and power that froze her in place when at last he crossed the room, looking at nothing else but her. When he came to a stop, looming before her, she exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding only to inhale the scent of him; his cologne and the warm rich smell of the leather trench coat he wore. Extending his arm, he placed his hand to her cheek and she nuzzled his palm like a loving cat.
"Mmmnn...I see I have been missed."
"Yes, Sir, yes, I have missed your touch. I have missed it and I have missed you," she whispered, lowering her eyes to the floor as he traced the fullness of her lips with the ball of his thumb. When his hand fell away she raised her eyes once more to his, swimming in the
almost amber depths of them. Within that hungering glance, so bright with need, was all her desire, all her surrender, all her willingness to obey his slightest command. She could feel her pussy grow slick from just this small touch, this one look.
Leaning forward, his hand sliding around behind her head into the tumble of silken blond hair and pulling her face forward, he kissed her hungrily, at once staking out his domain and reaffirming his possession of her body, her mind, her spirit. Tongues coiled like two pythons making love, his free hand slid slowly down her body, along the curve of her breast, over her already thick nipple and lower still, across the soft plane of her stomach to the flare of her hips and inward, his fingers following the heat radiating from her pussy.
Gasping, she broke the kiss as three intertwined fingers plunged smoothly between the splayed lips of her pussy. Instinctively she spread her legs wider as her Master twisted and thrust his fingers deeper, stroking the quivering walls of her pussy as his head dropped lower and his lips found her nipple.
Back arched, she fed him one of her breasts, moaning as his hot tongue circled the halo of satiny flesh surrounding her nipple and his hand dropped from her head to grasp lower, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass cheek.
She felt the edges of His teeth grazing her nipple as he sucked, his fingers stirring her boiling pussy into a boiling froth as another finger was added, stretching her wider as he continued to devour her. Groaning out she placed her hands on his shoulders, nails digging into the buttery leather as she held on, her body burning with the fire he commanded.
"Please...please Master. Please let me...let me undress you," she begged as she held his fingers in the tight wet grip of her pussy. "Please let me serve you..."
Straightening, the Master looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. Nodding, he pulled his hand free of her, holding his dripping fingers up to her mouth, she immediately began cleaning his hand, her pink tongue swiping around his fingers as the flavor of her own sweet syrup filled her mouth. Once finished, she slid her hands up and under his coat, pushing back until it cleared his shoulders and slid back and down along his strong arms.
Circling around behind Him, she pulled the coat off and carried it to a chair just out of sight. She returned and faced him, hands carefully un-knotting his rich burgundy tie, enjoying the feel of the expensive silk as she slid it from beneath his collar. Next was the crisp white shirt, which she unbuttoned slowly, baring the expanse of his brown chest a little at a time. Eyes lowered, she suppressed a sigh as her palms glided down along his hot skin to his waist. The silver hoop through his left nipple caught a glint of candlelight and the thought of her tongue rolling over it, through it, tugging on it, made her already sopping pussy ooze even more. With the shirt gone, she knelt, her hands sliding down along his rippling stomach, following the thin trail of soft black hair to his shiny black leather belt and pants. After unbuckling his belt and unfastening his slacks, she slid the zipper down, listening to the hiss as it opened to reveal the coiled mass of her master's thick shaft. Hands moving out to either hip, she tugged downward, sliding his tailored Armani pants down to his ankles only to look up again and see her master's length bobbing freely just before her face.
She had always loved that He didn't wear underwear, loved the idea that that part of him was never very far from her grasp, from her mouth, or from any part of her that he wished to put it. Looking up into her master's eyes she awaited his indulgence, trying not to let the eagerness overwhelm her.
He looked down at her, silently, causing his dick to flex, the bloated head of his cock swelling barely an inch from her waiting mouth. In his mind he was ticking off the moments, testing her patience, her discipline until he was finally satisfied and he spoke, "Serve me."
She almost purred, cradling his chocolate length in her small, pale hands. Lovingly parting her lips to swallow him, guiding his dick deep into her mouth, the flat of her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside until she could feel his pulse in every throb and twitch.
Inside, she swelled with renewed pride as her efforts began causing her master to groan with new pleasure, grunting as he thrust in and out of her hungry mouth, her throat flexing each time the head of his dick nudged deeper causing her to gulp at the invasion. Slick with spit, his thick shaft slid in and out of her full, soft lips while she sucked noisily, her hands massaging his sac, feeling his balls shifting around, filling with cum.
"Mmmmmnnnhhhhnnnnnnh," she moaned as she sucked him deeper, giving her mouth up to him as he began fucking her face outright. His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her face down to the very base of his shaft and she submitted. His hard-thrusting dick gagging her with each stab and she submitted. His sac swelling in her hands, trails of hot spit running down from her chin, pooling in her hands, and she submitted. She was his, all his, and would be until he decided otherwise...
The Master stood before her, his legs braced, pants tangled about his ankles, ass cheeks flexing each time he drove his shaft deep into his slave's willing mouth. Looking down at the slave kneeling in submission on the floor between his thighs, the dominant smiled at how passionately she served him. Her soft hands were alternately massaging and squeezing his sac, slickened by the hot spit that had dribbled down off his dick and pooled in her palms. She was lost in the moment, devouring her master's thick, throbbing shaft like it was her salvation, her first meal after a long starvation.
And this was not far from the truth. The master had kept her at a distance for some weeks now with only minimal contact and no sex of any type, forbidding her even the hollow indulgence of masturbation in the meantime. And then, as was his way, He had called for her and as was her way, she had come, eagerly and without hesitation. The time she had spent denied his presence, his touch, had been torture for her but the discipline she'd been taught long ago had kept her sane while the hunger burned in her belly and caused her pussy to drool at the slightest hint of Him. Now she was with him again, he had returned from wherever he had been and all that mattered was the here, the now, his dick filling her mouth. She was in heaven.
Groaning around his thrusting shaft as a second climax rippled through her, she realized this beginning was only intensifying her appetite. Her master had a dark, sensually creative mind that devised all manner of ways that he might plunder her lush body. As she continued slurping noisily on his veiny length she wondered which ways he would try on her
tonight...
Feeling the way his sac had grown tight, his balls bloated in her hands, she knew she had brought her Master to the brink of release. Pursing her lips around his shaft, she looked up at him and began slowing her pace, lengthening the strokes she made on his dick. Longer, slower strokes now; she sucked from the swollen head all the way to the base and held it before sliding slowly back off leaving his meat glistening with a fresh glaze of spit only to repeat the entire process again. His hands fell away from her hair, allowing her to do this, loving the way her tongue slid along the sensitive underside of his shaft.
"Yesssss... Serve me," he moaned, his dick flexing in her mouth as she sucked him, her hands still squeezing his shifting balls.
Still staring up at him, she eased her mouth off him for a moment, squeezing his sac even tighter when she did. "Feed me please, Master. Please, I beg you. I am so hungry for you," she hissed and then took his shaft to the back of her throat once more, steadily increasing the pace again. Jaws flexing, He knew the time was getting closer, cum was boiling inside him, ready to erupt. She was his possession, his property, when she hungered he must feed her.
Reaching down suddenly with one hand, the Master clutched a mass of hair at the back of her head and snatched her mouth back and off of him while his other hand gripped his wet pole and began squeezing and stroking it, aiming the mushroom-shaped head at her now gaping mouth.
"NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned as his body went rigid and a thick rope of pearly cum arced from his dick and splattered across her cheek only to be followed by a second spurt that jetted directly into her mouth, pooling on her outstretched tongue. Still stroking his shaft as more cum oozed out, He dragged it across her face, smearing the cum from her cheek back to her lips where she could suck and lick it easily.
