Page 30 of Married to My Master

She moaned, her legs spread and her blonde pussy displayed for him.

He pulled her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him. He bit her shoulder and cupped a firm cheek with a big, rough hand, covering almost all of her behind.

She gasped under his roaming hands and biting mouth, wordlessly pleading for him to not stop.

His hand came up, encircling her throat as he dipped his head to first one breast, then the other. He bit her hard as he sucked, and she yelped in surprised pleasure.

“More,” she groaned, her voice gasping as he squeezed her throat harder. “Pease, sir. Do whatever you want with me, sir!”

“Hands behind your back,” he growled, squeezing her ass so tightly, he knew it'd leave bruises. “Now.”

She thrusts her arms behind her back and locked her fingers together, pushing her tits higher on her chest.

Dane roughly shoved the hand at her throat, arching her back as he dropped his head again to her breasts. He squeezed her throat, choking her as brought his hand up from her ass and yanked her hair.

She gurgled her moaning approval, her hips grinding as she pleasured herself on the front of his woolen slacks. The heat was rolling off her pussy, and it was aching for his attention.

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Emily

Pain blossomed all over her body, but it just seemed to meld with the pleasure as he bit her flesh and squeezed her until she thought she might die from how wonderful it all felt. She'd never felt so possessed in all her life, or so dirty and used. She belonged to him in that moment, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Here she was, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling of her home office, Dane's giant hand clasped over her throat, the fingers of his other hand tangled in her long blonde hair, as his mouth did things to her breasts she'd never dreamed of letting another man do, let alone dreamed she would ever enjoy. But she was grinding herself on his crotch like a wanton slut, panting as she felt her first orgasm building inside her.

He let her go and she almost whined in protest. “Undress me, slut,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” she said in a raspy voice, as she eagerly nodded. “Anything, sir.” She could still feel the heat from his hand on her throat, and her scalp felt like it was alive and on fire from the vicious hair-pulling he'd been giving her. But, for whatever reason, it all only served to stoke the furnace between her legs that much higher.

She began to pull his shirt up, revealing his six-pack and broad chest. She wanted to kiss him and to run her tongue over his stiff nipples like he had to her, but Emily knew that wasn't what she'd been ordered to do.

He helped her pull his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside, his eyes narrowing as they swept over her naked form.

She kept her own desires in check, making sure Dane's were forefront, and slipped her hands down between her wetness and his crotch. She unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his slacks, and fought the urge to slip her hand inside his pants to get at that stunning example of manhood she couldn't keep from her mind. She needed to remember that she could only follow his orders. She was his, to do with as he pleased.

“Take them off,” he commanded, his voice husky.

She climbed off his lap and got on all four in front of him, straddling his legs. She hooked her fingers in the tops of his boxer briefs and slid his underwear and slacks off him as he lifted his hips. Emily groaned in anticipation as his full length came into view and she saw him naked for the first time.

“Come here, slut,” he beckoned with one hand.

She crawled up his body, careful to brush her sharply excited nipples over his thighs as she moved up his legs. She straightened herself out, melting into him, and pressing her breasts against him till they flattened against his chest. She stopped with her sex hovering just over his turgid length. All she could think of was how much she wanted him inside her, filling her. She knew he would hurt, but just at first, the same as all of her past experiences with him.

He brushed his lips over hers as he encircled her in his arms and held her tight. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes, trembling as he squeezed her tightly. “I want it, sir.”

“Tell me you need it,” he replied.

She whined in protest, but still complied. “I need it, sir. I need you inside me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his hand passing from her lower back to her firm ass. He slapped her hard, making her eyes fly open in surprise as she moaned excitedly at the sharp crack of pain. He moved his hands to her tiny hips, making her feel small and inconsequential.

He could break her at any time, but he could also send her to heights she never knew existed. She bit her lower lip, whining again as she trembled in anticipation.

“Guide me, like a good little whore,” he whispered.

She reached down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his rod. He was thick and hot, just like she remembered, and she was momentarily worried that he'd be too much for her. She guided his head over her dripping lips, though, and, realizing how wet she was, she knew she'd be able to fit him.

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