Page 78 of Married to My Master

Emily whimpered a little, but not for long.

Dane grabbed her hips and pulled them out from under her. She fell on to her hands and back, sinking into the thick cushions of the couch, as he dropped to his knees before her and spread her legs. His mouth and tongue found her sex in an instant, his hot breath like dragon fire as he breathed on her. He kissed her inner thigh, his tongue tickling and drawing figures as he wetly moved up to her dripping pussy.

“Oh, sir,” she moaned between pants. “Oh, please, sir, make me yours. It's been so long since I've felt you down there.”

His tongue began in long laps, stroking up and down her lips, parting them with each lashing.

She groaned as he found her clit, teasing it gently before sucking first one pouty lip into his mouth, then another. Soon, though, her head was lolling back and forth, her moans filling the big empty house as she thrust her hips into his mouth. His tongue focused on worrying away at her clit, a spot just above and around the sides, as he slipped two rough fingers within her.

He hooked them and found her g-spot quickly with the pads of his fingers.

The flame inside her stoked higher as pleasure replaced all her senses. She grunted and groaned out her pleasure, her hips moving and thrusting as she cried out his name. Already, she was close, and he knew it. God, she hoped he wouldn't make her wait. “Please sir,” she whined. “Can I cum already? Please?”

He took his lips away. “Just this one time. But only because you've been such a good girl so far.” He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it back over his shoulder, then immediately went back to worrying her little nub and her most sensitive spot.

Almost on cue, she felt her release building and her capacity for pleasure being pushed to the limit. She cried out, her body buckling under the wave that washed over her. Suddenly, she was thrashing on the prim and proper couch like a dirty slut under her master's tongue, and she silently prayed it would be like this for the rest of her life.

He smiled between her legs as she continued to spasm, her body flooding over his lips. He kept licking and kept his fingers going, as he pushed her into another, and another, until her body was almost spent already.

She felt herself almost collapse under the waves of pleasure and pain, her arms sore behind her back as she crushed them into the cushions.

Dane rose from between her legs. He lowered his lips to hers as his hand grabbed a nipple and twisted hard, pulling it away from her firm, shapely breast. The smell of her own sex filled her nose, and it made her want to feel and taste his kiss all the more.

The mix of pleasure and pain, both so intense and so sharp, were a wicked cocktail, almost as lovely as the one she'd experienced back in the hotel room when he'd first arrived. She opened her mouth to him willingly, purring like a spoiled cat as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling her own around it. She yelped a little, her body feeling a little aftershock of orgasm as he pinched her nipple hard again, just like before.

He pulled his lips back from hers, then picked her up bodily once more.

She kept her mouth shut, knowing that, wherever her master was about to put her, she'd be put to good use by him.

He turned her around and dropped her on the couch on her knees, so her sex was on full display for him and her face was pushed into the cushions. He slid the head of his cock up and down her full, spread lips from behind as he grabbed her hair. “You're mine now. Do you understand that?”

She nodded frantically, wanting to make him happy. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Of course, sir.”

“Good,” he said, as he slid his cock into her.

The feeling of fullness she'd never been able to experience with Ian came back like a wave of relief. She sighed and moaned, biting her lip at the pleasure-pain as Dane filled her from behind, his manhood pushing her to her limits. “Oh, God, sir, I'd forgotten how wonderful you were.”

He slapped her ass, hard, forcing a startled cry of pain from her lips. “Don't ever forget it again,” he said, spanking her hard another time, and another, as he continued to ease his cock into her.

She pushed back into him, her legs coiled beneath her, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she cried out again as she struggled against the tape binding her hands. “Oh, sir, please, more.”

He spanked her harder, creating claps of thunder.

She bucked under his strikes, moaning with the sensory overload and with all the mixes of stimulation. The pleasure flooded her body, sending her extremities tingling, even as her behind and thighs cried out in screaming agony that was too delicious to ignore. She came again, her eyes squeezed so tightly tears ran down her face.

As he fucked her from behind, Dane reached down and began to tear the bonds from her wrists. Duct tape tore laterally like that, she had quickly learned, with the right kind of pressure. No knives or scissors were needed. “Up, and grasp the back of the couch,” he growled, a rough hand pulling her head from the cushions by her done-up hair.

She pushed back into his cock as she rose from the couch, her hands finding the back of the cushions.

She realized why he want her in that position as he pulled her closer against from behind, his hands grasping and massaging her full breasts, his teeth biting cruelly into her shoulders and neck.

She arched into his arms as his fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples, as they pulled them from her and twisted them hard. She groaned as he raked his blunt nails across her stomach, leaving red claw marks to mar her creamy white complexion.

“Is this what you want?” he growled in her ear, as his pelvis slammed into her ass from behind. “Do you want to be used and tortured every time you fuck your master? Tell me now, so I can hear you scream it while I fill you.”

“Yes, sir,” she groaned, her knees going weak.

“Louder,” he growled, his hips slamming into her, pushing the couch into the wall so hard they might have to replace the drywall when it was all said and done. “I want the neighbors to hear how much you want it.”

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