"No. She is mine tonight. Try Michael's slaves they always are ready for a good anal fucking." I could see my master's growing erection despite the looseness of his jeans. I couldn't help but admire his figure again. His dark Spaniard look was sensual but the emerald green of his eyes was striking, making my body quiver in need. Jack looked at me again and then spoke. "Go to the red room I'll be there soon."
I obeyed without hesitation walking quickly through the halls of the mansion heading towards the one room I was never allowed to enter. The largest room at the end of the hall was renowned by us slaves and pets, those who entered never returned. I couldn't help but shiver in fear as I approached the door. My hand seemed frozen as I grabbed the handle opening it slowly. The room was painted blood red with a single black leather covered futon in the middle, and a set of drawers at one corner. I stood at the entrance unsure of where to go, when his voice sounded from behind me.
"Do not turn, just walk in and sit facing that wall do not look at me." I obeyed keeping my eyes trained on the wall he gestured to and sat on the cold leather trembling slightly in anticipation.
His rough hands slid a blindfold over my eyes, trailing them down my body over the thin material of my dress I had worn by his request. My breath gave away the feelings as I stopped breathing altogether for a few seconds as his fingers swept over me. The rich green of my dress contrasted with my auburn hair which he gently swept to the side as his deft fingers undid the backing of it letting it slip off my shoulders. The uncharacteristic gentleness of his movements surprised me. I could hear him moving to the drawers and opening it. I counted every step he took trying to avoid being taken by surprise.
"Hands and knees." He spoke from next to me making me jump in surprise. How could he? "DO IT!" He commanded almost yelling. I moved instantly to my hands and knees the dress hitched around my waist leaving my chest and ass bare. I could feel his lips on my ass kissing it and again my breathing grew shallow as I tried to anticipate his movements. As his lips neared my ass again I could feel his tongue begin moving. I couldn't help but whimper as the feelings of pleasure took over. He glossed over my ass quickly but buried his tongue deep in my shaved pussy working it in and out as one finger began circling my clit. The sensations were too intense and my body began shaking unable to hold back my cries anymore.
"Please master, allow me to cum." I begged him my body pressing against his fingers and his face. He shook his head in my pussy making the feelings stronger but an obvious no to my question. I whimpered again in frustration this time trying to concentrate on anything but the careful methodical building of the orgasm he wouldn't allow me to have. He suddenly stopped taking his face away from me and his fingers off of my clit. I couldn't help but allow a sound of displeasure escape my lips and he immediately reprimanded me.
"What? Who are you to decide what I do?" his voice was piercing and threatening. I quivered back wishing I could undo what I had done. "You need something to do? Here suck on this."
His had erect cock pressed against my lips and I opened them greedily. I loved sucking my masters cock. I lived for that pleasure. My head bobbed up and down on it unable to get much more than half of it in my mouth due to the width of it. My tongue brushed his cockhead and he groaned in appreciation. I smiled a little I loved bringing pleasure to my master. I did it again. He grabbed my head and forced his cock down my mouth stretching it wide making me gag. He started fucking my mouth deep in my throat making me feel like I was about to vomit. He pulled out suddenly allowing me to breathe in a breath of air quickly before ramming his hard cock into my mouth again. His grunts of pleasure told me how much he liked it but the feeling of gagging I hated. I started to cry not in pain but in frustration. He pulled his cock out of my mouth without saying anything. I stayed there on my hands and knees gasping for air.
