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I half-struggled, half-writhed under his powerful form. “Master.” The word came out as a plea, but I had no idea what I was begging him for.

“You smell so unbelievably sweet.” His words were a tantalizing whisper, a delicious caress against my skin as his lips trailed down my neck. “It makes me mad with jealousy, wondering if someone other than me would notice your scent.”

His lips moved further down, and another gasp escaped me when his mouth closed over one nipple. My body arched under him as he started to suck. He had never kissed me this way – never!

My hands found its way to his body, moving against his back restlessly as he sucked and sucked. When he moved to my other breast, worshipping it the same way, my hands moved up in its own volition, clutching his shoulders as my body curved in helpless desire against him.

“Please.” I still didn’t know what I wanted. All I knew was that what I needed, only my Master could provide. When he bit my nipple, I cried out. “Please!”

His head lifted, and a sinful kind of promise glittered in his eyes. “Soon,” he rasped.

I felt his hands moving over my body, shaping my curves slowly and thoroughly, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin. Down, down, down his hands went until I felt him prying my thighs open.

Trembling, I allowed my legs to fall apart, and then his hand was there. Right where I was most sensitive. It was the hottest partof me, the part that throbbed and ached so much the sensations filled my every thought.

“Master!” My head tossed from side to side as his hand traced my wet folds. I was so wet it was embarrassing, and I would probably have blushed again if I wasn’t so caught up in the sensual magic of his touch.

“Look at me. I want to see your face as I please you.” His gaze held me captive as our eyes met. “Does this make you feel good, pet?” Slowly, he slid one finger inside me.

I cried out, my body shaking harder even as my flesh contracted and expanded, my inner muscles tightening around the part of him that marked his first possession of my body.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” I sobbed the word out as he started to move his finger, sliding it in and out at a slow, steady pace.

“Do you want more?”

“Please.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tightening with every thrust of his finger.

I felt him moving down, his hands pushing my legs up to form a wide W. I looked down just in time to see his head disappear between my legs. And then there it was, his warm hot tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

I screamed.

His tongue started to play with my clit, and I screamed once more. Again and again until I saw stars and it was so hard to breathe. When he started to suck on my clit, the same time his finger moved in and out of my pussy, my body began to shake.Something inside me was unfurling, something so strong and powerful, wracking my body—-

My Master slid a second finger inside me, thrusting hard and deep just as he caught my clit between his teeth.

That unfurling force inside me burst, releasing a wave of pleasure so intense I was drowning in it. My body jerked with every gush of wetness flowing out of me. I clutched at him helplessly as I came, never imagining that an orgasm could feel this strong. This consuming. This beautiful.

As I drifted into a deep, heavy slumber, I thought I heard my Master whisper in my ears, “This is what I want you to remember when you feel alone, sweet pet. I will come back to you, I promise.”

Such tender words, too tender for a man as private as my Master to speak of.

When I woke up, my Master was gone.

When I woke up, I knew that the words weren’t a dream. My Master was worried about me. My Mastercared.The thought had me swallowing. Even though he was as contrary as ever, I knew it was just a front, a way to keep himself apart.

He was a good man, my Master.

But then I saw what he had saved on my phone – a photo of him, naked and holding a piece of paper. A message was written on it—-

My pet told me that if I gave her a hundred photos like this, she would be the happiest pet in the world.

I gritted my teeth. I take it back. He wasnota good man, my Master.

Definitely not.

But somehow, I couldn’t make myself delete the photo in my phone.