Aven lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, face turned to the side on the pillow. She awaited her master's arrival home, hoping that for the first time she would get some attention from him and be able to cum in a week.
What seemed like hours, but were only minutes, passed. She heard the key in the lock turn. The sound made her wet, and her juices began to flow. She listened to him take off his coat and throw it down across the couch, and then heard his heavy boots hit the floor. He approached the bed, able to see clearly in the darkness the form of his slut spread on the bed.
He ignored her, pushing her over to her side and laying down to go to sleep for the night. Frustrated by this she laid there sighing heavily, trying to get his attention. It failed; he merely fell asleep and did not wake up the whole night.
One and a half weeks later.....
Aven cleansed herself thoroughly. Her skin glistened in the light from the cleansing. She brushed out her red locks, and applied strawberry scented lotion on her crème colored skin. Her master loved the smell of strawberries, and every time he smelled it on her, the night usually resulted in passionate fucking, and exquisite humiliation, among other things.
She went to the bed and heard the clock chime as it went onto the eleventh hour in the evening. She laid pulled the covers to her waist line, letting the sight of her full breasts be known. She shut her eyes, waiting impatiently for her master to come home.
At 11:30 the key turned in the lock and opened as her master entered. He dropped his things by the door, and came into the room. Aven had left the light on so her master could see her fully. He ignored her, and stripped to his boxers and got into bed. He turned his back to her, and she became angry and frustrated. She needed his attention, and moved her head forward, and with her mouth sank her teeth into his back. He yelled out in pain, and twisted his arm behind him grabbing a handful of her hair.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, whore?" he demanded of her.