She relaxed a little when she saw it was her Master who was laughing, but quickly changed her expression to one of annoyance. He was bent over holding his sides and laughing so hard that he literally fell on the kitchen floor at Cher's feet. This handsome man with his rugged features and that gorgeous steel gray hair was the One she loved more than life itself.
She had always enjoyed his special brand of humor. But at the moment, she thought he was just having entirely too much fun at her expense and she propped her fists on her hips and gave him an icy glare. And the more he laughed and rolled on the floor the more annoyed she became until she finally crossed her arms in front of her and began patting her bare foot on the floor as she looked at him more and more angrily.
All of a sudden he stopped laughing. And then in one unexpected move he reached up and grabbed her by her arms swiftly pulling her to the cool tile floor next to him. He rolled her forcefully onto her tummy, taking her breath away. Gasping, she closed her eyes and savored the familiar tingles between her legs, allowing them to take control of her mind and her pussy.
She loved it every time he handled her roughly. He never hurt her but it always thrilled her through and through when he let her know in no uncertain terms where and with whom she belonged. She knew too that this was exactly where she wished to be every minute of every day. She delighted in each sexy smile, every tender or tawdry touch, his every word, and mostly in his uncompromising dominance over her.
He made her feel safe and loved and most of all she was proud to be His. How could the heart of a true slave such as herself ever be happy without a strong Master such as hers she wondered?
Quickly he lay on top of her pushing her face to the linoleum. Oh how she treasured the weight of his magnificent body pressing down on hers, making her crave more and more of him. And then her mind and her pussy started to quiver as she heard him unzip his pants. Guessing what he was about to do, and with breathless anticipation Cher felt the moisture gather in her cunt again.
"Spread your legs bitch," he growled in her ear in that deep commanding voice that always made her pussy juice immediately. But before she could move under his weight he had pressed his knees between hers and was spreading her legs as he shoved his stiff cock right into her tender throbbing cunt.
In that brief moment his domination of her had turned her on even more than she had been before she used the ice. He shoved his cock in and out of her cunt slowly at first. And then he picked up speed just a bit sliding his stiff prick in and out of her slit, teasing and tantalizing her body and mind as she began to whimper.
As he kept her pinned down, the side of her face was still pressed to the cool floor and she started to moan in time with her man's hard thrusting meat as he fucked deeper and harder into her aching pussy. Unable to move under his weight, all she could do was relax and receive him into her helpless body any way and as much as he wished.
Master knew that she loved to feel him on top of her. He pressed his body down harder on hers and shoved his cock deeper and deeper, still fucking slowly, maddeningly, until she started to moan and cry out. She tried to hump back against his cock but he held her even tighter until all she could do was surrender her body to each rigid demanding thrust.
"Oh Master," she moaned.
And then he slammed her harder ... One!
Shoved his cock deeper ... Two!
Brutally rammed her trembling cunt ... Three!
And once more with a loud grunt he pounded his cock deep inside her belly, holding it
infuriatingly immobile.
With her orgasm close she whimpered and tried to wiggle in frustration. And when he held her down even tighter she tried to keep the movement going by clamping her pussy down hard on the thick rigid cock impaling her.
"Do you like that my pretty little whore?" he asked.
"Oh yes Master," she mewled.
"Do you want some more?"
"Yes please Master," she whimpered.
"Tell me how much you want it," he growled in her ear.
"Oh Master," she gasped.
She knew he was trying to get her over her reluctance to talk about sex while they were doing it. She didn't know why it was so hard for her to talk like the slut she knew she was when they were making love, but she still had a psychological block about it. She also knew that she and Master would both get more enjoyment if she could diffuse this problem.
