“Of course not, Master,” Leola whispered. The honorific she’d used to refer to him thus far seemed fitting in the moment.
Sedrak didn’t correct her for using it. “Who is your master?” he whispered next to her ear instead.
“You are, Master,” she replied, trembling in anticipation of his touch. The sharp smack against her backside caused a feverish heat to swell through her that made her shudder.
“And were you a naughty little pet today?” he asked.
“I was,” she said, breathless. “Teach me, Master,” she pleaded. “Give me my punishment.” She surprised herself with what she’d said. And yet her hunger for his strict correction nearly overwhelmed the lust she felt for him. The two feelings twisted together in a tight knot right above her core.
Sedrak’s hand fell in another heavy smack on her other cheek.
Beside herself, Leola shuffled her knees apart, spreading herself for him, hoping desperately it would weaken his resolve and that he would take her in the cold, dark night.
Sedrak chuckled. “You think you deserve a reward already?” he asked.
“I deserve whatever you decide is right, Master.”
Sedrak spanked her twice more, once on each side of her bottom. Then the tip of his finger brushed against the soaked petals of her sex.
She bit her lip as her pussy squeezed, desperate to feel him enter her.
The tip of one finger slipped into her entrance.
Her jaw fell and her eyes went wide. She reared back, trying to impale him deeper into her flesh.
He denied her that pleasure. Pulling his hand away he brought it down onto her ass with a sharp crack. “I control your pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding but barely able to control herself. She shuddered as his fingers found her sex again. Drew in a deep breath as, this time, he slipped two of them into her pussy, stretching the tight walls.
He rose up onto his knees. He drew his fingers out, then slid them back in, deeper this time. The rhythm was slow at first, sending pleasure pulsing through her, gradually growing faster.
Leola moaned as his fingers sank deeper into her sex with each thrust. Her eyes shot open wide when she felt a third wet finger touch her back hole. Her body stiffened.
That was met with a playful slap on her ass. “Open for me,” Sedrak growled.
She let out a breath and did her best to relax the muscles keeping him from probing her bottom. As soon as she did his finger slipped in. She shuddered at the tight sensation in her bottom. Her pussy squeezed, wet pooling from it onto his palm and running down the insides of her thighs.
She dared to steal a glimpse at him out of the corner of her eye. Lust swelled through her as she saw his engorged cock standing rigid between his legs. Her pussy clamped hungrily at his fingers. Her head started to spin.
The wave began to rise. A slow but steady lifting within until she felt weightless. Her mind ricocheted between how utterly and completely Sedrak was dominating her and the tight ache between her legs. She whimpered.
“What is it, pet?” Sedrak growled, his fingers slipping faster into her wet entrance.
“I crave it, Master. I crave release by your hand,” she moaned.
He leaned over her. So low she felt his breath on her neck. Still his hand continued pulsing between her legs. “Then come, Leola. Come for your master,” he commanded.
Her body obeyed immediately. Her thighs shook and her back arched. She lifted her head and a scream rose up into the night sky. As pleasure roared up her spine, her softest place clenched at Sedrak’s plundering fingers and all she could feel there was wet.
She shook and squirmed but stayed in place as Sedrak’s pulsing eased. Each insertion into her pussy brought a fresh tremble of bliss until she could barely stand it. She moaned again.
Sedrak slowed, then stopped, keeping his fingers inside her pussy and bottom.
At first, still recovering from her orgasm, Leola didn’t mind the feeling. Any touch of his was welcome. But as she came back into herself she felt a swell of embarrassment at the compromised position. She dared another glance over her shoulder.
Sedrak was staring straight at her. “Who do you belong to?” he asked. The tiniest flicker of a smile curled one corner of his mouth.
Leola bit her lip to stifle her own pleased smile. “You, Master,” she whispered.
