many think it is the girls
job to give the Master what he needs... and he is just to enjoy... when in fact, it is the
Master who is to exact his pleasure from the girl... and in doing so, gives her
the greatest joy possible a woman needs to feel a fist
in her hair... to know she has no choice except to be a woman to look into soft but stern
eyes... as she is forced to yield pinned beneath a man who is
strong enough to take what she wouldn't give... but also strong enough to make
her crave to give it he looks into her eyes...
knowing nothing needs to be said... the she-animal at her core already opens her
for him... revealing her luscious heat... his hand... slow and
gentle... yet firm... reaches into her heat... fingers parting her covering...
exposing her passion... delving almost inside... bringing the slave nectar to
his lips with the taste of her on his
lips... he leans in... taking a kiss freely given... crushing her mouth under
his... probing... then sucking... then biting the lips... the fingers rub... slowly
between the moist petals of her slave flower... mouth begins to ravage the
breasts... teeth at the nipples... first one then the other... the touches grow
more intense... rougher... as the passion builds the stallion in him... the
man-beast... comes to the surface... two massive fingers push into supple
flesh... parting the folds and probing deeply... curling upward to the hot-spot
that spins the wheel of her thermostat... igniting the flames deep in the
belly... the fist tightens in the
hair... the fingers begin to move faster... his passion heats to match hers...
moving deep within as the mouth tastes every reachable inch of flesh... his
hunger soars... for the only flavor that will satisfy... woman he withdraws the fingers...
moving between the quivering hind quarters of his beast... painting her musk
where he knows his mouth will roam... he mounts her... his to take... any
semblance of gentility gone... an animal thrust and he splits her with the
results of his passion for her... driving to her core... pinning her down with
all his power... taking her hotly... passionately... he craves to claim all she
is as his driving into his center...
his hands cover her arms... then shoulders... then gripping her breasts...
squeezing as the flames pulse through him... nails into flesh... his passion a
fire in his eyes and a driving force in his body... pistoning into her slave
pleasures with no regard for anything but the claiming... the owning... he feels her body ripple
under his... the shivering within her evident... the heat overtaking her... he
sees the need within and his flares as well... he wants her... all of her...
looking into her eyes he growls... he demands...
FOR ME
and explodes into her...
demanding the heat of her join his... emptying a part of his soul into her he engulfs her in his
presence... wrapping arms tightly... pulling her to him... shifting to pull her
atop him... owning a piece of her in exchange for what he has given... she is
his... at least... for the moment... he nestles her close... sated... for the time... owning what he craves... craving what he owns... life... for now... is complete dedicated to emmiline |