I barge into your room. You're sitting on your bed, crossed legged, in panties and a shirt, with a picture of a unicorn on it. You strain your eyes in an effort to make out the figure standing in the doorway, the backlight is sharp, your room dark. You see a flash of white teeth as I smile. I turn the light on. You recognise your Master... You're face becomes a vivid painting of terror, red with anger at yourself as your pussy becomes immediately a little more slippery. I close the door slowly. I take my time, looking you over. My eyes glisten as they stroll over the healing wounds from my last visit to your dark little room. You stand up. Your body to the side, looking at me defensively. You blink and I'm in front of you. You open your mouth to scream but I'm already cupping your face hard, kissing you with deep pleasure. You gasp as my body is pushed against yours, the wall cold against your bare legs. My cock throbs against your panties, my leather pants strain in the effort to keep my bulging cock within. My hand closes around a tuft of your hair, I pull your face back and stare into your eyes, before I let my warm tongue run from your chin to your left ear. I breathe into your ear, softly, a noise like a hurricane on your eardrums.
Your breathing is shallow and fast. You cry out suddenly as your shirt is ripped and torn from your body. Your perky tits glimmer in the soft yellow lighting. Your nipples erect, goose bumps defining their outer circles. You moan softly as your right nipple finds itself suddenly nestled within my fingers, twisting, rubbing, pulling.
"Have you been a good girl? Have you missed me?" I ask.