I felt full.
And not alone.
My lashes fluttered. The room stayed dark except for the thin band of moonlight stretching across me and the bed. My heart skittered hard enough that I felt it in my throat. I didn't move. Didn't dare. Something was in the room with me. Something wasinme.
I held my breath as I took in the shadows of the room.
Or, more importantly, thedarkshadow looming over me. With the fog of sleep slowly leaving me, I could finally make out the shape in front of me.
It was the Master.
And he was touching me.
Right there.
I didn't know if I should scream in fright, or widen my legs to invite him to continue his exploration. I was worried, though, no matter what I ended up doing, it would mean that he would turn tail and run from the room.
And I might be denied the pleasure of milking him again tomorrow, as he'donce againcancelled his evening session with me.
His finger inside me shifted, and I was unable to contain the moan that slipped free.
He froze.
As did I, I worried about his reaction to the barely audible sound. I didn't know how long we both stayed there, immobile, waiting for the other to move. We remained that way for so long that I thought I would combust at the torturous feel of him inside me, without the much-needed friction.
And then he pushed in again. That time I was able to contain my reaction, while I gloried at the feel of the Master taking advantage of my (to the best of his knowledge) fragile state.
No longer was I worried about screaming in fright, but more screaming in pleasure.
It took everything in me to stay still as he slowly thrust in and out of my tight channel, but when I saw his other arm move I couldn't keep it in anymore.
He was touching himself while finger fucking me.
And that just wouldn't do.
OnlyIwas supposed to milk that glorious cock.
"Master," I murmured, or more moaned as he added another finger to me, no longer trying to pretend to be asleep.
He froze once again, but I was horny and hungry for him.
"Let me? Please?" I begged as I pushed to sit up in the bed. He immediately withdrew his fingers, and I felt absolutelybereft. "Please let me taste you properly?" I tried again, reaching out to him.
But he wasjustout of reach.
I whined. Freakingwhined.
"Please," I cried again. "Let me taste you as you fill me with your fingers again?"
I couldn't believe the brazen words coming from my mouth, but I wasdesperate. Not only had he woken me up from my sleep with his fingers inside me, but he'd woken a hunger in me that I had no interest in denying anymore.
I waited, the silence in the room only broken by the sounds of his harsh breathing.
And then he stepped forward.
Yes.
As soon as I was able, I grabbed hold of the monster betweenmymonster's legs and wrapped my slender fingers around it. He wasn't close enough for me to do what I really wanted so I hurried to get closer, pushing up completely so I was on all fours. Or, well, on three of them anyway.
