Page 44 of Married to My Master

“What are you going to do to me, sir?” she asked over her shoulder.

He stepped behind her, one hand encircling her arm, the other still holding his belt. He brought the belt up around in front and looped it around her throat.

She sucked in a surprised breath, groaning as his free hand snaked around to her front and found her breast. She arched into his touch as she pushed back suggestively against his crotch with her bare ass.

She wanted this, and he knew it. She wanted to feel the pain, the pleasure, and a mix of the two in such a heady, paradoxical union that it wiped away everything else. Belt still pulled taught across her throat, he guided her to the floor, onto her hands and knees.

She whimpered as he ran his hand over her body, appraising what they both knew belonged to him.

“Spread your legs.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, as she parted her thighs for him. She groaned as he stroked a finger over her wetness. She was dripping in anticipation.

He circled a wet finger around her clit, producing a sharp breath from her and a groan of pleasure. She pushed back into his hand, wordlessly begging for his touch. He pressed two fingers into her and she groaned as she met him with her own thrusts. She picked up her pace, moving more quickly on his hand, and he could tell she was close.

“Not yet,” he growled, as yanked the belt, pulling her head back and removing his hand. “You can't cum until I give you permission.”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded. “Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir.”

He slapped her ass, hard, laying his bare hand right across her.

She yelped in surprise, lurching forward into the belt and groaning. “Please, sir, don't stop.”

He slapped her again, her ass going a beet red as he spanked her harder this time.

His little slut groaned and cooed, her hips wiggling and pushing back to meet each slap, a stream of moans flowing from her mouth. “Oh, sir, yes.”

He reached down to his crotch and stroked his cock through his slacks. He'd never been this hard before in his life, and he knew her reaction was getting him even harder. “Stay,” he commanded, as he dropped the belt onto her back, but kept it around her throat. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned by the time he was to his feet.

“Sir?” she panted. She looked back over her shoulder and caught his eye as he finished undressing. She licked her lips and bit her plump bottom one as she her eyes settled on his cock.

“Did I say you could turn around, slut?” he hissed.

She turned back around, her ass still wiggling in the air, clearly hoping for more punishment. “No, sir,” she whispered quickly.

He walked back in front of her and picked the belt back up, unlooping it from her neck and letting it hang beside him like some cruel taskmaster's whip. “On your knees.”

She rose to her knees with a groan of anticipation. She looked up at him from beneath blonde bangs, her eyes half-lidded with rampant lust. She still bit her lower lip, and he knew she was eager to please her master.

“Get me ready,” he said, his cock pointing at her mouth.

She went to lift her hands, bringing them to his manhood.

He stopped her. “But only with your mouth.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, then licked her lips one more time before tentatively stretching out her tongue to encircle his purple crown.

He lay his head back as his free hand found her hair, his fingers knitting themselves into her locks. He pulled her mouth forcefully onto his cock, making her gag as he hit the back of her throat. “Play with yourself,” he growled, as held his cock in place.

Emily half-whined, half-moaned as her hand dipped between her legs and she began to rub her clit. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as he mercilessly fucked her mouth, the saliva streaming down her chin as she continued to moan.

He took the belt in his hand and lightly, but not too lightly, slapped it down her back, the tip of it just barely reaching her ass. He crisscrossed red stripes down her back, each time producing a groan of approval from her shapely lips.

She moaned around his cock, her head bobbing faster as he struck her again and again, alternating sides.

He could feel himself building to a quick climax, so turned on was he by how wonderfully compliant and responsive she was being. He didn't want to go off too quickly, though. “Lower,” he growled as he redirected her mouth down to his heavy balls.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, her hand still flying between her legs, worrying away at her clit. She sucked first one ball, then the other into her mouth, moaning as he stroked himself.

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