Chapter 32
The morning rays leaked through gaps in the blackout curtains when I awoke. I lay motionless as I took in my surroundings. I could feel Ms. Laura's heat on my back. The room was actually pretty warm and a light sweat was forming in the places our skin touched.
She had no clock and my phone was likely in my room, but I felt it was later than I normally sleep. Slowly rotating as not to disturb her I turned to look at Ms. Laura. She was out cold and in a deeper sleep than I had ever seen. Behind her, where Emily had slept last night, the bed was empty.
Waiting only a few minutes I decided to get up. Ms. Laura's room must have had a separate thermostat as it was much warmer than the rest of the house. I needed to get up and shower. Then hopefully find Emily.
Carefully I uncovered myself and slipped to the floor. I gave a quick check to see if I had disturbed Ms. Laura, but she was still out cold. Carefully I left the room and headed across the hall to my own.
On the way, I caught sight of a clock. It was almost ten thirty. This was my last day here. My flight back was early tomorrow. I felt the same disappointment I had on Monday. Ms. Laura was out and I was going to miss so much of our last day because of it. Briefly, I thought of waking her but dismissed. She was exhausted last night. Whatever happened or whatever she was on, she needed her rest. Thinking about it now it made sense. She was probably taking something that made her drowsy.
I shoved my concerns to the back of my mind. She said if she wanted to talk about it she would.
I opened the door to my bathroom with the intent to shower, only to find Emily naked and brushing her teeth. Her fine figure was partly bent over the sink, marble-cut ass taught in that position. Her large breasts hung over the basin and she stared into her own reflection.
She spit when she saw me in the mirror, "Good morning Master. About time you woke up."
She wiggled her ass playfully and I felt the blood leave my head. I didn't say anything, my malevolent grin was greeting enough. I walked over to her and grabbed her ass. She tried to stand up and I pushed her back.
Wordlessly I separated her feet and worked my cock into shape. She moaned understanding what I was doing then went back to brushing her teeth. When I was at full mast I found her soft wet opening and burrowed my way in.
She winced and pulled the brush from her mouth when I penetrated all the way. I froze still buried deep inside her.
"Ope, this is no excuse to not have good oral hygiene," I scolded playfully.
She giggled the best she could with a mouth full of toothpaste. Then I started to thrust. Slowly at first, she was able to find her center and continue to brush. As I picked up speed so did her strokes. Then my force increased, her free hand gripped the lip of the vanity tightly and her brush paused in her mouth. Minty drool bubbled from between closed lips as her moans tried desperately to escape.
I thought about stopping or slowing to let her keep brushing, but it felt too good. She always felt too good. There was freedom in fucking my slave. I cared less about trying to prolong or better her experience. I could focus on my own, enjoying her body. The best part was she liked it. It was the carefree hedonic experience I had been looking for when I got into the world of BDSM. This role as a dominant seemed more natural to me.
As I kept fucking her, I felt her every curve and contour. Emily was a masterwork of the feminine form. Her's was a body shaped by a healthy diet and disciplined workout routine. Her face was so perfect, in my mind it was like my perception of beauty had been tailor-made to this woman's face. There as I buried my cock inside this woman with abandon I somehow fell in love with everything else.
I felt her body tense and her orgasms begin to ripple up her spine just as the pressure behind my balls built up a released. I didn't pull out. I didn't have time. We both climaxed at the same point. The muscles in her vagina seized on my erupting cock. We both let out a harmonious animalistic noise of satisfaction. Her soprano squeal and my baritone grunt.
After a second to catch our breaths, she pulled out and turned around. Violently, with raw passion, she kissed me, devouring my life's breath. When she finally let me come up for air I did something stupid, impulsive, and reckless. It was something you don't say to someone six days after meeting them.
It was maybe the realization I had just made about my role and desires. Maybe it was the great sex or even the knowledge that by this time tomorrow, I'd be flying back to real life. Maybe it was just my true feelings being expressed for the first time without hesitation.
