Page 25 of Married to My Master

She sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of kinky pleasure she knew she shouldn't have been feeling washed over her. She bit her lip, sealing in a moan as his hand came up again and cupped her other breast.

Her body wanted to push her breast into that rough, firm palm. Part of her wanted to beg him to fill her—to take her. But her mind wouldn't allow it. It was still bent on resistance and on fighting against his will.

His hand still holding her lead, he walked around behind her. The cold, metal chain brushed over her skin as it wrapped around the side of her stomach and over her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

God, she wanted him to use her. She could feel her unbidden excitement dripping down the insides of her thighs, clear evidence of how much she needed his touch. She needed to do as she was told.

Dane grabbed her ass, just like he had the first day he'd taken her, when he'd forced her to strip in her living room. He was more gentle this time, though, not squeezing with his fingertips. Instead, he rubbed her, kneading her rump.

She pushed back into his hand before she could catch herself, her hips subtly urging him to take his time and enjoy himself. She cursed herself for letting her hormones and lust take control. She bit her lip and looked back over her shoulder at him.

He stared down at her ass, unaware she'd turned to watch him, as he continued to massage her. Then his eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Eyes forward,” he barked.

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, as she turned and looked straight ahead.

He let her cheek drop, producing a nice, womanly jiggle from Emily, and walked back around in front. He stopped inches away from her, his body imposing as it blocked her entire view of the room. His breath was coming heavier and faster now, heat rolling off his body. He was so hot that Emily felt she could survive winter by just standing close to his musclebound form.

“On your knees,” he growled.

She paused for a moment. Was he really going . . .?

He shot her a look, his eyes narrow and intense.

“Yes, sir,” she said, knowing exactly what the look meant. She dropped to her knees and let her legs fold beneath her, the collar chafing against her neck as he tightened his grip on the chain. All she could hear was the sound of her own breath filling her body. Breathe in, breathe out, each one thunderous and all-encompassing.

She could see the outline of his long, thick manhood as it bulged in his pants, just inches from her nose. He was hard, excited by her naked body and by the position he had her in. And she couldn't help but be excited too.

“Unzip me,” he instructed, as he yanked her up so she straightened herself.

She was so small compared to him that she had to kneel completely upright. She unconsciously licked her lips and glanced up at him.

“I said unzip me,” he barked. “Not look at me, slut.”

She nodded, her pussy dripping at his words and actions that were meant to demean her. But she didn't feel demeaned at all, she realized. She just felt excited by the way his he seemed to command immediate subservience. And, fuck, she wanted to serve him. She reached up and unzipped the front of his slacks.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, undress me the rest of the way.”

She reached up, her fingers trembling with anticipating, and began to unbuckle his belt. She unsnapped his slacks and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.

His engorged manhood leaped out of his underwear, and she jerked back so it could bob freely in front of her face. He was huge. A big, purplish head crowned his long, thick length, pre-cum dripping from the tip. A set of heavy testicles hung between his massive, toned legs, perfect forms that were just begging to be tongued and played with.

Emily had always hated to give blow jobs, but something about Dane's shaft and balls, and the demeaning chain and collar, set a fire inside her and between her legs. She licked her lips again, her mouth salivating just like Pavlov's dog, her body shaking in its eagerness for him to give her the command she knew was coming. Still, though, she dropped her hands back to her lap and continued to wait.

He wrapped the chain around his hand, tightening it further as he shortened the length. Less than a foot of steel was still extended, and the collar pulled at her neck cruelly as she waited for the word.

She bit her lip, fighting back a groan of need as she waited.

“Suck it,” Dane groaned, as he pulled Emily's chain, guiding her towards his proud, manly cock. The collar strained against her neck as she put up a token resistance, her brain still not wanting to fully give in to his demands. The collar rubbed deliciously against her skin as he inexorably guided her mouth to his member.

She parted her lips slowly as she dropped her token fight and allowed herself to be guided forward. She closed her eyes as she tasted him with her tongue, swirling it around his excited head and savoring her first taste of his pre-cum.

He groaned as she flicked her tongue over his little slit, took him between her lips, and sucked gently. “Good,” he groaned, “I knew those lips were good for something. Show me what you can do, slut.”

She looked up at him again, gauging his reaction as she stretched her mouth and tried to fit more of him in. Her jaw ached as it stretched around him, her tongue swirling and lashing all around his head and shaft as she moved up and down him. She pulled back as she felt the chain loosen a little and ran her pursed and sucking lips down the underside of his head and shaft, tantalizing him with her mouth.

He ran his fingers through her blonde hair, a whispered string of filthy encouragement flying from his lips. “God, your whore lips feeling amazing on my cock. Give it more tongue, you dirty slut. That's it, slut, put my cock in your mouth.”

She bobbed her head on his shaft, taking more of him with each movement. Soon, he was reaching her gagging point, and she pulled back a little as she brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his huge circumference, the tips of her fingers barely touching.

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