This story was an assignment from my Master, my love, my Merlin.
You enter the room to find me kneeling naked, thighs spread, hands resting upturned on them, by Your favorite chair. On the side table, there is a cigar resting in the sparkling clean ashtray, Your drink is waiting there for You too, just starting to condensate.
You smile, You had instructed and trained me well, this is exactly how You expected to find me when You came home. A glint of adoration and pride can be seen in Your eyes, but not by me as my eyes are respectfully pointed towards the floor, as I wait in silence.
You slowly walk towards me, Your eyes fixed on my perky, pink nipples. As You settle in Your chair, You reach out and fondle the nipple closest to You, toying with it, watching a blush slowly rise to my face, a hint of a smile starting to show on my face.
"How was your day, little one?" You ask as Your fingers roll my nipple between them.
"Very good, Master, I completed the tasks and chores You had assigned this morning."
"Mmmm, that's My girl." You pinch my nipple, delighting in the small jump as I feel Your rough fingers bare down on my sensitive flesh.
"Th-thank You, Master." I reply meekly, my gaze still pointed downwards.
You smile at me, releasing my nipple and leaning back in Your chair, taking up Your drink and sipping slowly. Your other hand drops into my line of vision, pointing Your finger at the ground, spinning it in a circle before flattening Your palm and pressing the warm air down. I know what this means. You want me to turn around and get down to the floor.
I lean onto my hands, crawling the few feet forward to the spot right in front of You, leaning down on all fours, pressing my hands and forehead against the floor. My ass is high in the air, bent knees slightly spread, allowing an uninhibited view of my puffy lips and pretty, pink rosebud.
I can feel Your gaze, like a hot wave, sweeping over my nether regions, admiring Your holes. Your property.
I stay like that for some time, hearing the ice in Your drink shift against the glass as You sip, surely contemplating how You"ll use me this evening.
Your gaze is exciting to me, I relax into my position, feeling myself moisten with anticipation. You notice the little bud of moisture sliding down between my puffy lips and give a low chuckle. My face burns with embarrassment, knowing that You know I can't help but be aroused when around You.
Your chair's worn leather creaks as You lean towards me, Your finger reaching out and catching the drip of sticky juice, rubbing it up and down my soft, waxed lips, Your fingertip working the slickness up and down, parting my lips teasing them with Your touch.
You set Your glass on my ass, murmuring a soft instruction,
"Don't spill."
As your finger probes my silky folds. You find my clit and start circling it just as I respond, my voice jumping slightly with the awaited contact.
"Y-yes Master." I gasp out, fighting the urge to grind against Your finger, feeling the glass wobble and balance on my soft flesh.
You take Your time, alternating between slow circles around my clit and fast flicking back and forth across it, my face pressed to the carpeting, I moan for You, Your finger making me wetter, stoking the fires of need deep within me.
You finger travels slowly from my clit, up towards my entrance, softly probing, Your finger presses into me, sliding effortlessly into my hot, wet depths. I moan and nearly topple the glass over as I arch, needing Your touch as deep as possible, Owning me, Possessing me.
"Mmmm, careful, My pet..." You gently admonish me, watching the liquid in Your glass nearly slosh over the edge
I groan in frustration, fighting to still myself as Your finger explores my velvety core, slowly sliding in and out, Your other hand coming up to my clit, resuming Your sweet torture of my sensitive little bud while You stroke and stoke my fires, the pressure building.
"M-Ma-Masteerrrr" I moan out for You, pleading breathlessly.
"Yes, my juicy slut?" You press, knowing what I want, wanting to hear me say it.
"Pl-pleaseee Masterrrrr!" I cry out, feeling my pussy start to clench around You slow, methodically maddening finger, clit throbbing with pleasure under Your skilled fingertips.
"Please, what? Babygirl. Tell Me." I can practically hear the knowing smirk in Your voice.