Giggly, softly I knelt over Master's legs as he lay on the couch, watching football. He glanced at me and shook his head, smiling, as I lay my face on his stomach. We had risen from bed only minutes before and whilst Master had taken time to pull on jeans and a shirt, I was still wearing only my nightdress.
"You are going to have to change that shirt before they arrive." I was referring to the guests we were expecting later in the evening, my voice full of laughter as I looked up his body to his face.
Tucking his chin tightly to his chest he looked down, trying to figure out what I meant.
"Why?" His question matched the expression of confusion on his face, his eyes darting from my face to the screen and back.
"Because," I spoke, my tone full of import, "it is covered in stuff!" My eyes were sparkling with mischief as I half-lay, half-knelt over him.
"Stuff?" His chin tucked tighter as he looked down once more at the front of his shirt, "I can't see it through you. What stuff?"
"Exactly," I declared as I started to move, ready to spring to a position of safety, "It's covered in slave!" My last words were an exclamation as I started to leap from his legs.
My giggles slowed me down and his reactions were faster than mine as his fist grasped my ponytail holding me firmly in place. His expression, a mock reproach, as his eyes roved over my face made me burst into more laughter.
Feeling brave I ventured, "Bad Master." Still laughing, I attempted to emphasize my words with a nod but his fist, firm in my hair, held me fast.
"Bad Master?" His eyebrows arched as he tilted his head to regard me. His emphasis on the first word made me wonder for a moment if I had crossed the line. My eyes must have betrayed my concern as he smiled as he repeated the question, his fingers twisting in my hair to pull my head back slightly.
Seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he teased me I giggled, once more attempting to nod, my movements pulling on my hair.
"Bad, long, hard, big Master." Each word came amidst a gale of laughter and was given equal emphasis.
"Is that right?" His voice took on an edge, as his eyes burned into mine.
Suddenly I no longer felt like laughing. Somberly I nodded, feeling the pull on my hair. The light pain partnered with the look on his face, making my heart race.
"Well, let's see if that's true, cunt." His voice was low, deep with a slight edge of danger. I looked up into his face, frozen in position, feeling excitement coursing over me.
"Suck it." His eyes darkened as he watched my reaction.
I moved my leg, starting to climb off his legs so I could kneel beside him, my tongue flicking over my lips as I felt him pull hard on my hair. My head jerked back, exposing the curve of my throat to him as I gasped in surprise.
"Don't move cunt." Each word was low and full of his domination over me.
Mutely I looked into his eyes, feeling my skin pimple as I saw the darkness behind his smile. He released my head, letting my face fall into his crotch. I swallowed hard. With every sense heightened I could smell the aroma of his pre-cum. Saliva flooded my mouth and I unzipped his pants, pulling them down as best I could from my cramped position.
As I pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants I shivered. Every part of me was screaming for his attention. I fought my need to press my pussy onto his leg as I greedily dropped my head to suck his cock into my mouth.
Moaning my pleasure I swirled his hardening cock around my mouth, my tongue flicking over it as I sucked. Moving my head from side to side I fish-hooked my mouth on his cock, letting my tongue dart over every part of it. His groan of response as I moved my head up, still sucking hard, pulling on his cockhead, was all the signal I needed to slide my mouth down. I took every inch of his lengthening shaft into my mouth.
Sucking frantically, as though our lives depended on it, I flicked my tongue over the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. Not wanting to play and tease as I usually do when sucking his cock, I wanted only to feel his cock twitch as he shot his come into my throat.
But, as always, my desires were irrelevant.
Suddenly, sharply, my hair was pulled, dragging me off his hard cock. I moaned in protest as I tried to keep my tongue on his erection. His response was a chuckle and an order to the bedroom.
Barely aware of my surroundings I struggled to rise from my crouch. My legs took on a life of their own as my need for his cock overwhelmed me. Master stood up, pulled his jeans up over his hips, leaving the zipper open to taunt me with glimpses of his erection as it stood proudly through the opening.
My eyes closed and I felt my body sway as though my legs were no longer able to hold me upright. I felt his hand grip my elbow and guide me towards the bedroom. His murmuring voice brought me back to my senses. I stood in the middle of the room, my eyes locked on his face as he positioned me, smiling as I saw his expression, watching as he moved me slightly.
He stood in front of me, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans to the floor, kicking them from his feet. My eyes dropped to his cock and I moaned my need for him.
Chuckling, he looked me over. He must have seen the wantonness in my eyes as I stood trembling as he grinned wolfishly at me.
He ran his hand over my ass, sending tremors of need through me. His caress was swiftly followed by a sharp slap to my right ass cheek.
"One. Thank you Master." My voice was full of joy as the sting of his slap made me tremble even more.