"Please Master," she whispers.
"Not yet Babe," he moans in her ear as he continues to play with her clit.
*Oh my god!* she thinks to herself, *how am I going to keep myself from cumming all over his hand?*
He wants her to cum without permission, he will work her over until she does just that, and he knows just how to do it, he reaches up and pulls her hair exposing her neck to him and he bites down into the soft flesh of her neck causing her to scream. He then growls loudly into her ear at the same time just the thing to make her cum and cum hard which she of course does just as he knew she would.
*Mmmm ... yeah that's it* he says to himself then switches to the outraged Master he could be, pulling her by the hair so that she is looking into his stormy hazel blue eyes.
"Did you just come?" he asks her in a low voice.
She doesn't respond just whimpers.
He repeats the question "Did you just cum without my permission? Answer me!" he growls at her, "Did you come without my blessing?" he asks. "Answer me you naughty little slut!"
"Yes Master," she whimpers in a small voice.
At her nod confirming that yes she had come, she watches as his face changes from that of loving Master to a Master very disappointed in his slave, looking into his eyes she wants to hide in shame.
"Get out of my sight," he whispers, refusing to look at her.
"No Master, please let me make it up to you," she says in a low voice.
"I said get the fuck out of my sight now you disobedient slut, move now," he whispers in a low deadly voice, to get his point across he takes the hand that is covered in her juices and wipes it on her face and in her hair.
"Move now bitch," he says and gives her a hard shove away from him.
"But Master please," she starts to plead but stops when he looks at her as if she were something vile on the bottom of his shoe.
Remembering her place, she whispers, "Yes Master..." and takes two steps back lowers her head and bends her knees slightly before scurrying away.
"Perfect," he says aloud with a smile on his face, "I have my little Angel Beauty just where I want her."
He then licks her earthy scented juice off of his hand, yes just where I want her, now for the fun stuff he says to himself.
He walks into their bedroom and finds her on the bed knees close to her chest head down tears flowing, he almost breaks when he sees the amount of worry her body seems to be exuding.
No he thinks it is time it is time to grow; I will not lose my goddess because I don't excite and challenge her, yes time to change things.
"Slave!" he growls letting her know he is there.
"Master!" she exclaims as she scurries off of the bed and onto her knees legs apart head bowed.
"Go get the paddle you ungrateful bitch," he growls disappointment and anger dripping from him as he gives her commands.
"Yes sir," she whispers, moving to get up on her feet.
"Down bitch," he yells, "No walking for you right now back to basics for you, crawl and get it. Make sure you bring the wicked wire as well."
Satisfied as he watches the frightened expression play across her face. She hates the wicked wire. She has ever since she gifted him with the innocent looking little piece of resin, innocent until he used it on her body once while she was tied down ... which was a good thing because she just about came off of the table after the fourth strike. He dislikes the implement of torture as well, he nearly died after the first time he used it on her. The welts it left on her burnt caramel skin saddened him, she was not just his slave she was also his center ... his love ... his reason to get up in the everyday.
Yes, he hated that tool and had vowed never to inflict that kind of suffering upon her again, even after she had begged him to use her anyway he saw fit. No never again not after the itchy welts that took hours to stop itching, not to mention how the welts had turned a angry purple on her skin. When she returns with the items, he snaps out of his reverie and gets back to the task at hand.
"About fucking time bitch! What did you do in there carve the damn paddle yourself?"
She opens her mouth to speak but thinks better of it having never seen him quite like this before.
"Get your ass to the playroom and be quick about it."
After taking a few minutes to collect himself, he walks down the hall to the playroom and finds her kneeling just to the right of the door.
"Up slave! On your feet."
She gets up and waits for his next order.
"Toys," he says.
She walks over to a cloth covered rolling cart and shows him the paddle and wicked wire. Before long, he has her bent over the spanking bench and begins to paddle her beautiful ass over and over again making her count out each swat.
"One, Master thank you ... two, Master thank you ..."
