Chapter 3
Chapter Three
His tongue slides along my slit and searches out all my secrets. He thrusts inside me, and I gasp, my back arching. “Ooooohhhh Master!”
He slides me forward and lowers me onto the bed and then, his tongue goes right for my clit and I lose every last shred of composure I possess. I howl and scream and make noises I didn’t think I could make.
I can’t believe what he can do with just his tongue. I’ve never had any guy do this to me, and I’ve had my share of fun. His tongue and lips tease my clit in a way that sends bolts of pleasure straight through my body. Each touch seems to make me jump and moan.
“Max!”
“Yes!”
“Master! Oh… Max!!”
He doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t stop. I want to beg him to give me a break, but he just goes at me harder. I can’t come up with words. My body is screaming!
I feel my orgasm trembling on the edge, but he somehow manages to keep it right there, waiting.
Waiting.
“Ohhhhh, mmmmmm, oh! Yes! Mmmmmm, fuck, yes. Yes! Yes, Master!”
Master.
Damn it all to hell, I went right back to that, didn’t I?
I mean, in fairness, I never had a problem with him being my master. I liked it. I liked that they would manhandle me. I liked the fact that I spent as much time unable to sit comfortably as I spent comfortably. I liked being his baby girl, and I liked him being in charge.
And here I am just handing it to him like he never hurt me in the first place.
My orgasm finally tips over the edge, and I shake so hard my teeth chatter, and I can’t say anything more. I make plenty of noise, but it’s all just incoherent babble as Max keeps his mouth right on my clit while I keep cumming like some sort of total whore.
Look, I’m not the kind of girl who gets judgmental, so I don’t know how to reconcile this idea that I’m behaving like some kind of a whore. All I can tell you is that this man can do whatever the hell he wants to do, and I’ll gladly, happily take it.
As it calms just a little, I start to beg him. “Please, please, please…” My hands scrabble his arms and back.
And he rolls me over and spanks me.
Fucking smacks my ass so hard it the sound of it cracks in the air. I suck in my breath and my eyes bug with the shock of it as I’m rocked with pain.
And then a wave of pleasure hits me so hard I’m speechless again.? Damn it, I’d forgotten about that, too, about the spanks transforming.
He lands another spank for good measure, flips me back over, and puts his mouth back on my pussy. I can’t even tell where the pleasure is coming from anymore. It seems like every part of my body is on fire with it.
That’s when he climbs up and his cock slides into me. One minute my pussy is begging for something to hold onto, and then I’m stretched so completely that I can’t register how it’s even possible.
Max is huge!
I’d forgotten how intimidating he was, how huge he was. Now, he’s finally completely inside of me, and I am entirely overwhelmed.
He doesn’t build things up, either.
Never.
Not my master.
He takes what he wants, and in this case that means that Max fucks me so hard and fast I lose all track of everything.
Time. Place. Anything. I just became sensitive.
His cock fills me over and over and it’s like every tiny nerve deep inside me is being toyed with all at once. It’s amazing and almost too much.
Almost.
It feels like it’s too much, but I lift my hips to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper.
I kiss him and bite at his lips, his neck.
I want more. I’m desperate for more. And then, he pulls me against him and thrusts deep once more and we shake together as he cums. He seems to cum forever, throbbing inside me and sending aftershocks through my already shaking body.
When we fall back onto the bed again, we stay tangled together. I hear his heartbeat, I think. It could be my own.
His hand grazes over my nipple, and I yelp and shudder hard.
He kisses me, and now things start to move slowly.
Now, we explore with lingering touches, and it all starts again.
Max is gentle, but there’s no doubt that he’s in charge.
He moves me as he wishes, and every time I’m filled with new and deeper sensations.
He turns me over onto my stomach and teases me with his cock, sliding it up and down from my ass down to my pussy.
I want him so much I’m shaking, but he doesn’t thrust into me.
He just slowly drives me wild with need for him.
Then, he turns me around to face him. He strokes my face with his hands, letting his fingers trail along my jawline. His hands rest around my neck, but there’s absolutely no pressure, just the suggestion of the possibility of pressure.
And like that, he finally thrusts into me.
He holds me still with his hands resting on me like that and thrusts into me over and over. My body starts trembling slightly, and his thumbs stroke my collarbone. I gasp silently and bite my lip.
“Would you like to cum?”
It’s an insane question, but as he keeps thrusting into me in a perfectly methodical rhythm, my body answers his question for me.
“Yes, Master.”
I don’t know where all of this is going, but I know that I want more of him, and I know that I desperately want to cum. I feel the need for a release, building and building. It feels monumental.
Finally, he slides his hands down and cups my breasts in the palms of his hands. He leans forward and kisses me softly and whispers, “Then cum.”
And just like that, my body starts to shake and my pussy contracts and my orgasm hits me.
A moment later, he slides out, adjusts himself so that I’m now staring at his very hard and ready cock, and thrusts past my lips. A second after that, I fight to swallow and keep up as he cums.
It’s like an electric circuit. His climax triggers mine all over again. I suck on his throbbing cock and shudder uncontrollably as my orgasm keeps going, harder than ever.
It feels like forever, but eventually we fall back in a heap on the bed. I gasp for air as he pulls me against his side.
An hour later, he’s dressed and gone, and I’m left drained and confused.
How the hell did any of that make sense? How did it make me feel better than I’ve felt in a long time?
I think about how every move was dictated by Max, how natural it felt to call him Master. It felt incredible to just let him have that control.
And now I’m scared. What does it mean?
I lay in bed and think about what it’d be like to have him direct everything in my life. Why do I feel he’d know what to do better than I do myself? Why was that something I wanted so desperately before he refused to let me give up college, but now… Hell, I don’t know.
It’s insane. I roll over onto my side and close my eyes. I need to just sleep and not think of him.
But I do. I think of how it felt as he moved me. How turned on and excited I felt as he directed me.
Damn it, I’m not this kind of girl!
Am I?
I finally sleep, and the next day I resolve to just let the situation go. And then, I call him and invite him over.
Well, I guess you call it inviting Max back over to my place that night. I call it ringing him up and when he answers,,s asking, “Master, may I please make dinner for you?”
I asked him the night after that, too.
And then the next, and the next.
Every night, I ask him over, and things get stronger and more intense. Every night I’m left more and more puzzled, but strangely more and more satisfied.
I don’t understand how it happens, but Max becomes essential to my life again.
My master.
Damn it all, so much for punishing him for what he did to me!