Page 8 of Spicing It Up

“But, oh…”?He’d applied the heel of his hand to her clit. He was pushing in and out of her, rubbing hard too, stimulating her in a fast, deep massage.?“But nothing,” he said then tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. He pulled until it stung and her lip was stretched.

Cassandra gasped.

He released. “Come, come now on my hand, let me see how wet you are. How much you want me to shove that ginger up your ass later.”

Cassandra trembled. She gripped his arm and pulled in several quick breaths. He’d never ordered her to come like this before, on a time limit. Could she? Would she?

What if they open the front door? Try to open this one?

He was hand-fucking her with vigor. Sweet, moist noise filled the kitchen and she could smell her arousal.

“Come, come…” he said. “Let it all go, everything. It’s just us. I’m your Master, do as I say.”

He was right. He was her Master. She didn’t need to worry about anything. It was his job to listen out for Sarah and James, not hers. He would deal with the consequences for both of them if they were interrupted. She could let all of those concerns tumble away, slide from her mind, she just had to feel…

“That’s it, baby girl,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. “That’s it, go to your special place.”

She was.?The pressure was growing. He was building her up so fast.

His body shook, and his shoulder shifted beneath her clutching hand. He was going for it, taking her there.

Suddenly she was on the final climb. She sank onto his fingers and thrust her hips at his hand. Wanting more, needing more. She was about to topple into bliss.

“Yes, yes…” he said, satisfaction rumbling through the words. “Yes, come, oh fuck, so damn hot… So wet.”

Cassandra panted as release surged through her. Her abdomen tensed and she crunched forward against him.

He held her up—her supporter, her rock—and pushed her through her pleasure.

“Oh… Oh…” she gasped against his cheek. “Oh, Sir…”

“Good girl,” he said, slowing and stroking the column of her neck. “You feel better now, don’t you?”

She nodded. Not that she’d been feeling bad, but a swift orgasm between courses, so it seemed, was quite agreeable.

He pulled his fingers from her and slackened his grip on her body.?The dress fell into place again, and Cassandra pressed her legs together.?“Look at this,” he said, holding his moisture-coated hand between them. “Girl cum.”

She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling and her underarms tingly with pricking sweat.?“Beautiful,” he said, poking out the tip of his tongue and running it over his shiny fingers.

His eyelids fluttered shut and he sighed.

Cassandra suddenly wished their guests wouldn’t come back, that they’d decided to go home. That way she and Sir could start their serious playing now. Seeing him enjoy her flavor had sent rational thought from her mind.

She just wanted him.

“But,” he said, stepping back. “Much as I would like to bury my face in your pussy and sup from you all night long, that will have to wait.” He nodded at her. “Turn around.”

Cassandra did. She pressed her palms on the door, her legs still shaky from orgasm and her spine a little weak.

“Your dress is perfect,” he said. “No wet patch, not a hint of the dampness between your legs.”

“That’s good, Sir.”

“Yes, it is good, and I want it to stay that way.”

“Pardon, Sir?” She was confused.

“In a minute you’re going to sit down again to eat and entertain our guests. When you stand I do not want to see a wet patch. If I do, there will be consequences for you to deal with.”

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