“I need to clean up,” she says sleepily.
“I need you to have my come in you all night,” I whisper lightly in her ear. I feel her draw in a breath but she makes no move to disobey my command. I think Mack is onto something here. I like giving my sleeping beauty instructions, it feels good. I stay with my body cocooned around hers for as long as it takes for her breaths to even out and her body to relax peacefully into mine. My girl feels safe in my arms. My heart swells as I lay beside her, drinking in the moment because I have to leave soon. I don’t know how long I have been here, but I know it’s been long enough to push my luck.
Begrudgingly, I pry myself away from the one place I want to stay. I pick up my clothes and open the door, walking into the barely lit lounge room and dress again. I leave Sophie’s apartment just as silently as I came. I make sure I lock the door before pulling it closed and removing my mask. I look down at the box left on the door step and feel less annoyed at it. I almost feel sorry for Mack, Sophie has my come leaking out of her pussy right now. All he can do is imagine what that feels like.
TWENTY
Sophie
I wake and remember instantly that Mack visited me again in the night. Remembering the hazy pleasure rippling though my body makes me smile before I’ve even opened my eyes. I’m a sticky mess and it looks like I’m going to be sleeping naked and washing my sheets every day for the foreseeable future. I think I can handle that. I drag myself out of bed and use the bathroom and clean up but don’t bother with clothes, not when the first thing I want to do is see Mack.
I open my laptop and load the software. Mack’s initials are green so I lower to the floor and angle the screen so I can see his masked face look back at me.
“Morning, Baby,” his gravelly voice washes over me. “Did you have sweet dreams?”
“Good morning, Master, you know you made them sweet.”
He grins back at that. “I left something for you last night, it’s outside your door.” I look back at him in surprise. “Put your robe on and go have a look. I don’t want anyone else seeing yourbody but me.” I nod and do as he instructs. I open my front door and there, sitting on the mat, is a blue Tiffany’s box. I pick it up and walk back into my bedroom and de-robe before getting back onto my knees.
“Tiffany’s?” I ask frowning.
“Open it,” he says. I do as he asks, pulling the white ribbon. When I lift the lid, there is a velvet jewellery box enclosed which I take out. I open the box and stare at the silverReturn to Tiffany’schoker necklace. The heart tag that hangs in the centre has been personalised to read simply ‘Mack’s’.
“I’d like you to wear it. I want people to know you’re mine, can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, the control in his voice a turn on as his words travel down my body to where he was in the night. I want to ask him about his evening visit, why he doesn’t stay, but it’s a secret he doesn’t seem to want to discuss. And I don’t want to upset him when he has just claimed me.
“Let me see it on you,” he croaks out.
I take the chain out of the box, admiring the silver name tag close up. I unclip the latch and clip it around my neck, the weight of it reminding me who I belong to as I pull my hair from beneath it and the coolness sits on my bare neck, the heart hanging just at the base of my throat. I look down at it on myself, the shiny silver metal thick and collar-like, it makes me feel wanted, possessed. It makes me want to give myself over to Mack. I know I’m getting carried away with lust but it’s him making me feel these things.
I look back up at Mack who is basically salivating at the image of me. The predatory look in his eyes makes my heartbeat double in pace as he spreads his knees wide to lean closer to the screen as he says, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” I’m confused but I do as he asks. He stands so all I can see is his erection jutting out in his pants until he pullshimself out and strokes himself in front of me. My mouth waters for him, my body yearns to be close enough to smell his desire as I hear him spit in his hand and then rub the bead of pre-come along his length, stroking himself to the image of me, collared, naked and open-mouthed for him.
Barely a few strokes with his hand and I hear him groan, “Open wide, Baby,” as I watch creamy white ropes of come splash across his camera lens. My heartbeat seems to be thundering between my legs because I really enjoyed watching him come for me. He squeezes and strokes the remains of his pleasure before he stuffs his spent cock in his pants and sits back down. “That collar, seeing it on you, knowing you are mine in all ways except physically is—” his voice cracks, he looks overwhelmed. “Is all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers.
I’m just about to correct him because, yes I’m his physically too, when he pulls himself together and sits higher in his seat.
“No touching yourself today, save your orgasms for me,” he orders, voice clear and cold. Fuck I need to come right now!
I mewl, I need to come so bad!How can he leave me like this?
“Sophie,” he growls.
I concede, “Always for you, Master.”
“Have a good day, Baby, see you tonight.”
“You too, Master,” I say, blowing him a kiss as the screen goes blank.
Mack
I wasn’t planning on blowing my load but the second I saw the chain around her neck with my name on it and her big green doe eyes looking up at me, I couldn’t control the urge. I really wanted to feed myself down her throat, but I’ll save that glorious feeling for another time. That time is coming, I’m soclose now I can practically smell the sweetness of her pussy from here.
Member 669
Fuck that was close, I thought she was going to pull him up on his seeming error of words. That would have really fucked up my stolen time with her. I was just about to crash the whole software but Mack saved the day. Nice touch with the collar, I will give him that. He wants her in every possible way. Like we all do. I smile as I run my tongue around my lips, I can still taste the flavour of her, smell her scent on my skin, hear her moans ringing in my ears. He might own her infatuation but I own her real pleasure.
TWENTY-ONE
