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“Do you want to?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Then you will. This isn’t a punishment; this is just some relief – for you.”

“Okay.” I smiled and nuzzled into him. It was enough of a relief just feeling that I could count on Ray to know what I needed.

I was shaking as he led me upstairs, but not from fear this time, just with the anticipation of what was to come. I felt the opposite of fear – I felt safe. Ray knew what I needed, and he was going to make sure I got it. I trusted that he wasn’t going to lose control or give me more than I could handle. And he was going to stay with me afterwards, comfort me, let me share his bed.

I didn’t resist as Ray removed my clothes or when he ordered me to get down on all fours. I thought he’d go and get a toy to hit me with and was shocked when his hand came down hard on my hip.

“No toys today, little one. I want to feel you myself.” His words had such power over me; they always had. My consciousness was falling into that blissful state where I knew it was safe to just let everything else go. Each hit sent me falling further and further until I felt like I no longer existed in the physical world.

“Is this what you needed?”

“Yes, Master.” He rubbed my stinging skin teasingly.

“And does it feel good?”

“Yes, Master.”

He gave me six more hard slaps before kneeling in front of me and holding his hand up to my mouth.

“I think it’s time for you to show your gratitude to your Master.”

I placed one tender kiss on the back of his hand, but suddenly it wasn’t enough. We hadn’t been that intimate in so long. I craved him. I took his hand in mine and kissed it again and again, sliding the tip of my tongue over his fingertips in reverence. He groaned when I took one of his fingers in my mouth and started to suck. That sound… I knelt up and started undoing his belt, allowing my hands to graze against the hardness beneath his trousers. Ray bit his lip, barely stifling another groan. This was the first time since he’d brought me here that I’d been the one to initiate any kind of sexual contact, and I could tell that my hunger for him was already beginning to send him over the edge.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, grasping my hands. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

I’d never been more sure.

“Yes, Master.” He released my hands and stood so I could remove his trousers and then his boxers. Leaning forwards, I placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. I wanted to lavish his body with the same reverence he’d shown mine.

It had been a long time since we’d done this, but I could still remember what he liked. I spent a long time teasing him with light flicks of my tongue, caressing his balls gently with both hands, and occasionally nuzzling my cheek against his cock. He wanted to be worshipped – adored. Isn’t that what we all want? He’d given that to me, and now it was my turn to return the favour. His hand eventually fisted in my hair in frustration, and I took him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he let out in a low whisper. “Callie…”

He let me set the pace at first, and I enjoyed this small semblance of control. For once, I got to feel what it was like to be holding all the cards – to see someone else come undone and be at my mercy. Ray allowed me this power at first, but before long, his need for me had grown too strong. He started thrusting deep into my mouth, using my hair to pull me to him. I thought he was going to cum like that, but when it sounded like he was getting close, he pulled out, maintaining a strong enough grip on my hair that I couldn’t resume. His breathing was ragged, and when he leant down and kissed me, it was clumsy and desperate. When he pulled back, he finally relinquished his hold on my hair.

“Get back on all fours, my little slut,” he growled.

I obeyed and heard his shirt drop to the floor to join his other clothes. And then he was inside me, hard and fast. Each time he slammed into me, his hips would brush against my burning skin where he’d hit me, and it intensified every sensation. I could feel myself getting closer and closer and then rough hands found their way back into my hair, jerking my head back and forcing me to arch even further as I pushed back to meet Ray’s thrusts. I was his. There was no doubt; he could have asked me to do anything in that moment, and I would not have questioned him. His possession of me was absolute. When I came, I felt tears of relief start to trail down my face.

Ray followed close behind before carrying me over to the bed. He laid me down but left the covers off to leave my body free for him to cover with kisses.

“You. Are. Incredible.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Come here.” He brushed the tears from my cheek and pulled me into his chest.

“Is your head quieter now?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

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