He tied my legs to the post of the bed, leaving them wide apart to his satisfaction.
"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked,
He frowned, slapping my pussy lightly getting a scream from me.
"I told you to address me with master," he growled as he slapped my wet pussy again. I squealed again but this time with an apology.
"I am sorry, master."
He nodded, "If you want my cock, you have to obey my every word." He warns.
I whimpered, but I nodded against his commands.
He secured the harness at the foot of the bed, leaving my hands untied. The vibrator came to life again, he brought it inches close to me.
Placing it gently on my clit, I jumped in surprise. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. He covered my body with his, leaning in to kiss me.
I melted into his embrace as he plundered my lips.
I mewled into his mouth, spreading my legs even wider for him.
He nestled himself between my legs, making himself at home. My hips thrust upwards for more pleasure than he was willing to give.
My body quivered from the pleasure.
He let me go, turning the vibrator off and inserting two fingers between my pussy lips. I gasped.
"Master, can I touch you?" I asked carefully,
He nodded, moving so close to my touch as I palmed him through his slacks. He was hard as granite and he was big. I swallowed, and my hunger was rapidly rising.
I unzipped him and the cock sprang out, jutting out and almost hitting my lips. I stared at the magnificent creation he had.
The pink tip leaked of precum, evidence of his attraction. The rest of it embodied the veins bulging out. I wanted to touch it, I wanted it.
I grabbed it as it jumped in my hold, I gripped it even tighter and stroked it. He patted my head as if to say, good girl. His eyes were closed as he breathed lightly while I worked on him.
His groans of appreciation and moans of pleasure spurred me on, I covered it with my mouth.
"Jesus," he hissed.
He opened his eyes, they were hooded as he stared down at me.
"You are doing so well," he said as he closed them back.
The compliment spread through my body like wildfire. I moaned deep in my throat with his cock in my mouth.
He shuddered.
Pulling himself from my mouth, he spread my legs. His beard tickled my thighs as he licked my juices.
"Please," I begged, my body writhed on the sheets with pleasure.
He didn't let up, my hands fisted in his hair as I urged him to make me cum.
"Master, please." I moaned as my lower abdomen tightened with each stroke of his tongue, he growled lowly into my pussy, inserting a finger and my back bowed off the bed.
The wave of orgasm sent me into a dark place. The dark spots danced around my sights as I screamed for my master. He continued till he wrung out every drop of juice from my pussy.
My legs went lax, my eyes dropped low and I had no energy left.
"You still want more?" He asked,
I nodded my head.
He slapped my pussy with a glare, "Use your words."
"Yes master," the words came out quickly.
He removed the restraints from my legs, not that it would have stopped anything. I had no strength to move my body.
"I am going to fuck you till my name is the only name you remember." He said.
My body shivered either excitement from his promise.
I glanced down and he was still hard, so hard that it looked painful. I licked my lips as I stared at his. He was truly beautiful.
I heard the distinctive sound of a phone ringing but I was far too gone on the cloud of lust to think about anything else.
"Hold on," he excused himself.
I watched him through the glass door as he spoke animatedly to the person on the other side.
I took my time to admire his features. He was godly.
He dropped the phone on the sofa as he came in through the doors, "sorry about that." He said.
I nodded, "where were we?" He asked,
"You were about to make do with your promise, master." I remind him.
His cock twitched when I called him that, and my pussy became moist immediately.
He approached me on the bed, stroking his cock as he stared at my pussy. I watched him pleasure himself and my body couldn't hold it.
"Please master," I begged.
His hands were on my thigh when the knock came. I whined but it became insistent.
"Excuse me," he said as he zipped up his slacks.
I collapsed on the bed, my breath escaping me in angry pants. I wanted to burn whoever was at the door.
I have never been so close to getting what I want, there had to be an interruption.
Why was the universe so against my happiness so much?
He came in a moment later, the apologetic look on his face was so easy to read. I sighed, something happened.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my guts told me something was wrong but I ignored that and chose to focus on him.
"I am sorry, I have to go." He said with a guilty look on his face.
Embarrassment flooded through me, slamming into me just like the pleasure earlier.
"Oh okay," I said timidly.
"I am so sorry," he said as he stroked my hair. I learned just the slightest into his touch as I let myself relax under his care.
"What is your name?" He asked,
My cheeks took on that hue again, I can't believe he doesn't know my name. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me. His brows furrowed as he waited for my answer.
I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out.
"Your name?" He prompted.