Meya was in the kitchen, gloriously naked bar a white apron and leaning heavily over the table, working to pull herself back together in order to make another trip to bring the last of their breakfast to the table.
Keane, seated at the table and reading the newspaper, looked up at her with a wicked grin. "All right, sexy Minx?"
There was a slight dampness to her face with a blush to match. She raised her eyes and knew he was thrilled to see her visible struggle with where his morning erotic adventures was leading her.
"Please..." She whispered with a faint smile on her face, ready to plead her case for satisfaction.
"Soon, very soon. But lets eat breakfast first, we will need the energy later." And, with that he gave her naked backside cheek a playful slap bringing a moan from her lips.
"Oh, you do not know what you are creating here." And, with a firming of her shoulders, moved stiffly to finish setting the table. With the last load set on the table, Meya sat herself across from Keane and poured them both a cup of hot peppermint tea. After taking a bite of her omelette, she looked across the table to see if the screen was facing her way as well, instead she caught his eyes.
With a squirm in her chair to ease the continuous pulsing in her pussy, Meya raised a patient eyebrow in question to his steady gaze.
"Little One, haven't you forgotten something?" He asked calmly but with a firm tone behind his words that had her dashing a quick look across the table. Not seeing anything missing she looked back at him.
"The apron is lovely but is blocking my view of your tits."
"Ahhh. Ooops, I forgot." She offered with a slight giggle, gently stood and moved around the table for his help.
Standing straight in front of Keane, she lifted her currently linked faux fur bracelets as an excuse and asked, "Will you help me?" With his affirmative nod, she turned around and offered the bow in the back holding the apron closed. After untying the bow, he stood up to lift the apron from around her neck. He reached around her waist and gently pulled her close and leaned over further to drape her apron over the abandoned chair.
The feel of his bulging prick thrusting against her naked backside was wonderful. Add in the roughened fabric of his black leather pants was close to sensual overload.
Meya thought he always looked handsome, naked or clothed. But when they played "Master" and he only wore these pants that clung lovingly to every inch from low, seriously low on his hips down to the top of his feet, she found him incredibly irresistible.
When he straightened back up, he moved both hands to her hips and gentle stroked her hipbones. "Sit on my lap so I may feed you." Keane sat back on his chair and brought her with him. He gently sat her down across his lap so his arm reached behind her and held at her hip.
She couldn't hold back a wiggle that both his pants and the set of special chain-linked metal spheres he had placed inside her earlier and had advanced beyond the rubbing the legs together stage. With her arms clasped in front of her, her bodacious breasts were pressed close together. Meya knew it was quite a sight for him to see but for her it was just one more thing that was thrusting her up the ladder toward climax. She honestly didn't know how she was going to be able to make it through today.
"Open wide my little Minx."
As he fed her breakfast, Keane reflected on how much he enjoyed every moment of days like this one where they just immersed themselves in each other and played erotic games. Master being his favorite mainly because he sat back and watched Meya in a constant state of arousal for the entire time.
It had started first thing upon waking when she opened to her eyes to find him between her legs. He was thrusting his tongue deep inside her pussy, then pumping it in and out before dragging out some of her juice and going up to softly nibble on her clit and around the lips before starting all over again. When he noticed she was starting to bump back up against his face with more energy, he stopped.
Keane had thought ahead and had placed the erotic toy under his stomach whilst he had been sipping on Meya so they would be warm when he placed them inside her. Upon placing them in his sexy lover, she softly giggled, knowing this was the start of a masterful day and that she would spend most of it in some sort of sexual situation.
He knew the spheres drove her to distraction and frustrated her for want of more. The delicate chain that attached the two metal spheres together also had a remainder length that dripped down from her pussy to mid-thigh. The chain slapped gently at her thighs when she walked and glistened with her desire.
"You are so good, so for a treat, go to the bedroom and bring back your new jewelry set." He knew her body had somewhat calmed down by being able to concentrate on eating and the walk there and back would send her right back to the edge and he was looking forward to seeing those hips shimmy some more.
He helped her stand and again gave a ass cheek a light tap, just enough to set the spheres knocking against each other and her pussy walls. After hearing her gasp followed by a quiet groan, Keane sat back to enjoy the view.
Before she disappeared around the corner she looked back over her shoulder and threw him a soft doe-eyed smile. With a breathless tone Meya offered a "Yes, Master," before continuing on toward their bedroom.
On what he figured was her return trip, Keane heard some moaning from about midway down the hallway. He got up to peer around the corner and found her leaning back against the wall with her furred bracelets rubbing against her mound and what looked like one hand cupping her pussy. On her next moan, he moved out from the kitchen and made his way to her side.
"Do you need some help little one?"
"Please, Master, please fuck me. I keep having these orgasms but they are not enough...not nearly enough. I need you, Master. I need you to fuck me." During this plea, Meya had managed to wrap herself around Keane.
Clasped hands now resting behind his neck allowing her fingers dancing through his hair and her legs, her legs were everywhere. They were entwined with his; one was up high around his thigh the other solid between his on tippy-toes, so that she could bump her mound against his leg while rubbing her breasts back and forth across his chest. Her chain slapped at them both each time she moved against his body.
"Soon, but first I want to put on your new jewelry." Untangling himself from her affectionate limbs, and upon offering his arm as if a courtier from times gone, asked politely, "Shall we move to the living room?"
Groaning, she acknowledged the distance to walk, accepted his arm with a graceful nod of her head. There was one moment that they stopped for her to rest her other hand against the wall as another bout of orgasms rushed through her body. Keane noticed she couldn't stop the small humps her hips made, which unfortunately for her sent the spheres again bouncing around and keeping her in a fairly steady and intense state of arousal.
Once she was resting on the couch, he moved to kneel on the floor between her knees. Gently spreading her legs further so he could enjoy her weeping opening while he adorned her beautiful body with precious jewels.
"Minx, I enjoy seeing your thighs wet, whether with your come or mine. Dripping with pleasure looks very sexy on you. You are flushed and damp all over, but especially here where your cunt is open and begging for my cock to fill it."
The jewels were on and Keane couldn't resist picking up the clit jewels to let them gently fall before he grasped the spheres chain to tug them free from her cunt. Once they were out he stroked her stomach in a soothing motion. He caught her eyes with his so she could see him suck up the loose chain before placing the metal set in his mouth to better savor her flavors. Seeing her eyes flare gave him a wicked thrill. He knew his dirty words and actions further enflamed his gentle Meya's libido but he was at his raunchiest when they played Master.
He could tell she was feeling confident that the jewelry was going to be easier to handle than the spheres - Keane had a feeling they wouldn't but didn't tell her that. He took the metal toys from his mouth and set them aside.
"Shall we?" Again he offered his arm to steady her progress, although he could clearly see her confusion as to what was to happen next he did not let her in on what he had planned.
"You always look sexy but right now I am personally having a hard time not fucking you here in the hallway. I can smell come on you and I can tell you that my cock is very hungry indeed. How are you feeling now?"
"Hungry, Master. Hungry for your cock so I can lavish attention on it with my mouth, my hands, my pussy so I can drink your come and bathe in it. Starved, Master, starved for you is how I feel."
"Well, well, well. That certainly says quite a bit and...sorry, what was that moan for baby?"
"Master, the jewelry..."
"Yes, they look lovely on you."
"Master, they...they are whipping me."
"Does that hurt you?" He asked after bringing her to an abrupt stop.
"Nooo, but they are...are whipping m-my pussy and b-breasts. And the pinch, oh Master, the pinch."
"Yes, they certainly are pinching and whipping. Look at that, it is an intoxicating sight to see. Your tits have these strands of jewels dancing every which way. Your nipples are so hard and standing firmly erect. I also am hungry. I look at these bodacious breasts and feel the need to make them dance, to gnaw, nibble and take a nip here and there. And your cunt, look at it leaving your thighs wet for me - it needs me to lick up every drop before fucking my cock into your depths so I am knocking on your throat for entrance."
Keane could hear her heavy breathing and knew it was time to push her to the next level of this game. The third bedroom, which is the furthest room from the master bedroom, and one that Meya rarely went into as it had been empty except for a bed. But they agreed he could do whatever he wanted with the room and had been working on it for some time. Now it was finished and dressed for the ravishment of his lover.
This room was designed for pleasure. These walls were entirely covered in mirrors, as was the ceiling. Behind all the mirrors, ceiling, floors and walls, were multitudes of mini cameras so he could tape their encounters. He has routed the cameras to stream onto a computer housed in their office and will save various encounters from this room for them both to enjoy.
