Comments? Let me know please. No unauthorized use. Romantic-Erotica
Dazed with desire I heard my Master's voice, husky and deep with Masculine need, whispering almost inaudibly across my ear. I had to strain, bathed in a sheen of sweat, to understand with my feverish mind what He said "Stay quiet my pet" a command without great volume. The next instant my boy screamed in confusion as it felt the penetration of His thick sex within my aching flesh. 'Stay quiet?' my nerves sang out loud as tears of joy swelled within autumn eyes. 'Stay silent?' my voice captured in a lily white throat cried out. 'Stay mute?' rose bud flesh proudly peaked in the air queried seconds before feeling the heat of His mouth. The lapping tongue knowingly circling the aching peak sent shivers down my spine. Relaxing my form even as the spring of wanton need tightened in the pit of my stomach, my throat opened slightly only enough for berry-stained lips to part and let forth a small mew.
He stopped in mid-stroke buried within an impassioned body pinned tightly across our shared bed. A still came over the flexed muscles of His body and my own soon calmed in answer. Feeling the hot fire of His eyes upon my face, waiting with patient strength for my lashes to lift; I slowly obeyed. Uncertain lids, weighted down with lust moments ago are forced to peer at Him hovered over me. Flashes of question flicker within the shadowed darkness of twin orbs for a moment as both pairs of eyes meet, slave and Master. Searching through the intense stare full of maturity and dominance locked upon me. That dominating gaze leading me to knowledge with out a spoken word, easing my down the twisting paths of a mercurial mind. Understanding dawns like a summer's rising sun. I made a sound. Lips part, dampness upon the lush petals drying in an instant as the treasure of my mistake is found in the deep recess of a youthful mind. He sees it, the shine of apology silently proffered.
He waits, what will she do? He wonders as their eyes continue to speak mutely. How will she beg forgiveness? As if answering Him, reading His mind, I flutter out the bathing motion of a nimble tongue. Whetting desert-dry lips before inaudibly mouthing 'forgive me'. Tears of shame filling and replacing the tears of passion in captured eyes as a wash of humiliation passes upon my form from the displeasure caused in the One she adores.
He looks pleased though, she learns her lesson so easily He thought. Without another seconds hesitation His raging body is given back the reins of control for a thick thrust deep inside. I buck in reaction, literally surprised by the total possession of my body and a soundless cry is released upon a hot breath as I realize this is a gesture of forgiveness. Determined to not make another sound, pearly while teeth reach out to clamp my bottom lip in a physical muffle. The bite almost painful on an already sensitive pout, but its my last cling to control.
