The Lust Of The Master Ch. 3

How his fingers poked around and swam in the wet pool of my delicate folds, splitting, driving, while his tongue probed and his eyes ogled my facial features. He orchestrated my moans and took a sadistic pleasure in the spasms of delight I could not help but feel. Every vulgar maneuver was launched exclusively for the purpose of shaping me for the finale.

His breathe came hot on my open folds. As purposely as he begun, he came to a abrupt standstill and lifted himself baring a grisly, expanding phallus that caused me gasp in horror. There between his sinewy thighs. it swung like a suspended dagger cushioned beneath by two swollen sacks. The phallic pendulum took on a life of its own, springing up in a grotesque dance, poised in alignment with my cavity, ready to thrust in and lay claim for its master.

Reaching for some satin cushions, he placed them beneath my underside. Taking hold of the chain that attached at the back of my gold necklace, he hooked it to metal hasp bolted to the wall above the big headboard. CLICK! "There, my delicious slave, you are well secured," he said with a domineering grin etched on his jaw line. Struck by fear, I could not speak; I watched in horror as he placed his rod; disappearing from my view and awakening my tactile sense . He grunted as he held himself hovering at the entrance, searching my eyes for a clue as how to continue.

I did not disappoint him. My face contorted and winced in pain as a shrill, unearthly sound unleashed from the depths of my inner being. My wrists and ankles strained against the ropes. My head fixed, unable to move, imprisoned by the gold chain at the back of my neck. He pushed forward again only inches and paused to observe me. Stinging tears poured down my cheeks as I begged him to stop. "Pleassssse, Pleassssse, STOP!" I roared out, my voice, a tortured screech. His face switched, a look of pure craving emerged. His head leaned forward, his lips covering and muffling my scream as he buried the rest of his dagger deep in me. My body stiffened; my eyes widened, my breath suspended.

He pulled back his hips almost dislodging his swollen member and drove again once more in my torn opening; again and again. His breathing coming in rapid moans and grunts mixed with lusty words. "Yes, my slave, you are so very tight, and I will endeavor to fill you completely tonighttttttt!!! Ahhhhhhhh! Unnnnnnggh!!"

He lunged, faster and faster. My own body , now initiated by his lust, began to respond. "Yes! Yes! Yes! join my lust, my slut, feel how good it is to cum with your master. Cum, now, cum, cummmmm.....aaaaarrrrrrrghhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

My own passions risen to the top; now hanging in limbo, neither descending nor advancing, till both the master and I crescendo into an altered state of being and fall into a heap. His lips crush mine, possessing them as his hips move in short thrusts, squeezing out the last remains of his viscous cream deep inside me.

My mind drifting in the sensations. I return his kisses willingly. He looms over me,while his member, still hard, changes position. He releases the ropes and unhooks the chain and turns me on my side and reenters me from the back. His hands reach in front and encircle my breasts. His lips tug at my earlobes as he whispers, "This is only the beginning my sweet, the night is long," and with that, he slowly thrusts into me more again. My eyes close and my body betrays me, riding the wave once more.