After how many times we fucked last night, I was still needy and aching for your body inside mine once more. When I felt your hands slide over me, I moaned and grew instantly wet. When you started to kiss my neck, bite my shoulders, lick my nipples, I began to writhe with need. I reached for your cock, but you grabbed my wrist. Before my sleep fogged mind entirely understood, you had each of my wrists wrapped in pink satin and were lacing the ties through the ornate wrought iron headboard.
You make me deliriously happy. A man I can lose control with. A man I can give everything to and be this safe, it's all I've ever dreamed of.
Your work on the ties done, you kiss me. Your tongue invades my mouth with deliberate tenderness.
I want you, desperately, but I know you won't rush. You'll take as long as you want, as long as you need.
I try to tamp down my desire, be patient because I know how you take care of me. Your insatiable little slut is what you called me last night and though anyone else on the planet every uses that word on me, I'd slap them so hard their teeth would loosen, with you...
good God, with you I want that. I want to be everything for you.
I love that you understand that about me.
Fuck me. Please, master.
I wasn't sure about that word. Wasn't sure how it would feel slipping across my tongue, but you are the master of my body and soul and I have no problem in the world giving you the honor and respect you deserve.
You slide down my body, your hands move over me expertly as if you created my every curve. Your tongue tortures my nipples until I'm pulling hard on my binds, wanting to touch you, wanting to touch myself, but they don't give, not even a fraction.
You stand off the bed and grab the oil, slowly you drizzle a small amount on my skin, across my breasts, down my belly.
You spread my legs and sit between them, looking at my cunt with hunger in your eyes.
"Don't move." You warn.
I obey. So wet with need, so half gone to the desire, that I'd do anything you asked of me.
You leave the bed and come back with my camera.
My first instinct is to turn shy, close my legs and attempt to pull away, but the look in your eyes warns me not to.
I stay perfectly still while you view me through the lens. Feeling vividly wicked as you snap photos of my bared pussy and my bound hands.
I feel vulnerable, on edge.
I wait for your touch and finally you come back to me. You begin to rub the oil into my skin, speaking words of endearment of how proud you are of me, how much you want me, how lucky you are to have me. I can feel my first orgasm already building simply from the erotic massage. I whimper, because I know I'm not allowed to come unless you allow it. A power you crave and I give you freely.
You sit back between my legs and begin to touch my pussy, sliding your fingers through my wet folds and inside me.
I moan and close my eyes, so close already, only needing your word... but I hear the camera again.
I open my eyes and look at you. You've risen to your knees between my thighs. You're guiding your cock in side me. Photographing it as it disappears deep inside my cunt.
"Thank you, Sir." I cry out as you fill me.
I writhe in my need.
"Be my slut, mi amore."
You fuck me slowly, your fingers sliding over my clit. I have no choice but to ignore the camera or the photographs you seem to be taking solely of my expression now. I'm too far gone, to the need, to the desire, to you.
You work my body to perfection, master.
Everything inside me starts to tense.
"I need to come, please master?"
"Are you my cock slut? Mine alone?" You ask as you begin to fuck me harder, your fingers delving into my hips as you're cock slams into me again and again.
I can't breathe. I pant. I moan. I yelp in little barks of pleasure as you take me deeper into that space between reality and desire.
"I'm anything you want me to be, but only for you. Never for another." I gather every ounce of strength and focus I can find and I stare up into your eyes. "I may share my body with another. I may share my heart. But I never share myself like this with anyone but you."
You growl your satisfaction at me, "You are my very good little girl and yes mi amore, you may come."
It's all I needed. My entire body shivers as I release myself to the ocean of frissons now spiraling like a vortex from my soul taking everything I am prisoner to it's intense pleasure.
I scream out, not able to keep silent with the force of the tumult bearing down on me now.
I am vaguely away of when you join me. You're cum filling my pussy, spilling out to the sides and dripping down my body. I love your cum, I want it all over me. I want you. Everything you are, everything you could every be, I want it.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Possess me.
Own me my master. I will always be yours.
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