Page 18 of Love on the Rocks

Finally, he tugs on the leash and pulls me to stand between his legs. He sits down on one of the chairs and guides me to sit on top of the kitchen table right in front of him. His hands drop to both of my knees and spreads them open wide. I know what he's going to see. My clit is swollen and I’m dripping wet.

He puts his hand between my breasts and pushes me to lay flat on the table. He doesn't say much. I guess he doesn't really feel like I'm here for conversation. Instead, he lowers his head to my center and licks right up the seam of my pussy.

This isn't for my enjoyment. He's moaning and eating me like he’s starved. This is a man who enjoys eating pussy. Except for the total loss of my autonomy, getting kidnapped by him might have been worth it. He grabs my hips and pulls me harder against his face. His nose rubs against my clit, creating the friction that I need, while his tongue plunges in and out of my core.

My head thrashes back and forth, and I'm making noises that sound more like an animal in heat which only makes him go crazier. He sucks on my clit and uses his fingers to plunge in and out of me, and I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. I lose my vision, I see spots. I think I see other universes. It's possible that I black out for a while.

If he wants me to call him Master I'm fine with that. I'll let him keep that collar on me, and do whatever he wants as long as he does this again and again.

When he pulls his mouth away, my whole body is shaking. “What do you say?” he asks me.

Somehow, I know what he wants without him having to give me much direction. Probably because it was already on the tip of my tongue. I say, “Thank you, Master.”

“You are going to make a very good pet,” he praises me.

The timer goes off and he gets up to take the casserole he made out of a heavy cast iron pot on the stove. He makes one large plate, and even though I'm confused, by now, I know not to question him. When he returns to the table, he grabs the leash and gives it a tug. That's my clue to climb down. He uses it to guide me until I sit on one of his wide, hard, thighs.

It feels weird to sit here, completely nude on his lap while he eats. But this is how he wants it and I am learning that what Master wants, Master gets. He takes a fork full of the food, blows on it so it isn't so hot, and holds it to my mouth. He alternates between feeding me and then himself until the plate is empty.

The entire time I sit on his lap, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. For a man who probably hasn't seen a woman in a very long time, he has incredible stamina. I expected him to go at me immediately, but he seems to really enjoy delayed gratification.

After we're done eating, he tugs on the leash again and guides me over to the sink where I get to wash the dishes. It's not that big of a deal since we shared a plate, but I much preferred when I was the one benefiting from the attention.

He still doesn't say anything, and I'm honestly getting a little starved for conversation. I'm dying to know what's on his mind and I have this need to connect with him. It's insane. It's onlybeen maybe a couple of hours, but this has to be Stockholm syndrome. Still, even though I know this, if he took the collar and leash off right now and let me choose, I don't know that I would leave. How fucked up is that?

“Time for bed, Moonbeam,” Master says for the first time in hours.

I drop my head to look at my feet and say softly, “Yes, Master.”

I find that I want to please him, more than almost anything. I say almost, because there is one thing I want more. I really want him to fuck me, and if that pleases him, even better.

Once again, he uses the leash to guide me to the bed. Instead of pulling me to lie down in the bed he pushes me to lean over it again. My face is turned toward the mattress where he can't see, and I smile.

His rough hands grab my hips. I can hear fabric swing as it drops to the ground. I bite my lip. I know I should say nothing. I have not been given permission to speak, but even if it earns me another punishment, I can't help myself. “Please, Master,” I beg.

He growls. “I told you I would do whatever I want with you.”

“It's not that, Master. I just, can I?—”

He sighs. “Can you what?” He asks in exasperation.

I take a deep breath for courage. “Can I see you?”

Master says nothing. His hands on my hips grip harder, then he flips me around, and I land on my ass. “You wanna see me do you?”

I bite my lip and nod.

He stands in front of me and slowly undresses, revealing golden skin and rippling muscles. Master is perfection. The single most beautiful man I've ever seen in real life. I fall to my knees in front of him, wanting to worship him in the way a woman worships a man like him. Before I can take his cock into my mouth, he tugs on the leash, pulling me back up to my feet.

For the first time, he smiles at me. “I appreciate the enthusiasm little one, but let's save that for another time. Despite my level of restraint, thus far, it has been a very long time. And I would like to come in your pussy more than your mouth this first time.”

He lifts me up and without any further discussion, pins me to the bed and enters me in one hard thrust. He has my legs bent and pinned underneath him so that I'm folded in half. With one hand, he replaces the belt back on my hands. Then he takes the leash in his other hand. In a matter of moments, I am completely immobilized.

Master is merciless. He pounds into my body without slowing down. It's hard to tell the way I am folded in half. I think he is quite large, but in this position, he feels massive. The feeling is so intense I'm not sure if it's pleasure or pain. Every cell in my body is bombarded with sensation and I feel intoxicated. He drives me forward through one orgasm and into the next without stopping. I hear myself screaming and he still doesn't stop. Then I'm begging, I'm not even sure for what, and still he keeps going. The sounds I'm making are incoherent babble, but he is like a machine pistoning in and out of my body.

When his movements start to become erratic, and his breathing becomes choppy, I want nothing more than to dig my nails into the skin of his back and hold on tight to him, but I can't move, and that almost makes it more exciting.

His head rests in the crook of my neck, and I am out of my mind as I’m barreling through my third orgasm. Without thinking I graze my teeth along the skin of his shoulder and bite. This drives him wild. He shutters and I feel his hot release spurt inside of me before he collapses.

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