ripples of pleasure through her as he glided deeper, her pussy sheathing more of his hard cock.
The pleasure and pain combined in an exhilarating rush of sensations. She wanted more. Of his cock driving into her. Of his hand searing across her ass.
His cock drove all the way inside, followed by a quick slap on each cheek. She moaned.
Then he drew out, slowly. Instead of driving deep again, he slipped free. But then she felt his cockhead nudge her back passage. She gasped and wanted to protest, but stopped herself.
She had given herself to Zane for his pleasure. And she trusted him.
He pushed forward, his cock stretching her tight opening.
He moved slowly and relentlessly, her ass opening around him. Hugging him tight. When his cockhead was fully immersed, he stopped, then stroked her burning ass cheek.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass.”
* * *
Oh, God, hearing Chelsea say that drove Zane wild. He had to stop himself from driving deep into her in a single thrust. Instead, he slowly glided into her, her passage squeezing him tightly. The heady feel of her body gripping him like that made it hard to hold back, but he inched into her until finally, he was all the way inside.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
“God, it feels so good being inside you like this.”
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me that. And ‘sir’ too. I think maybe we should make it a regular thing.”
“Whatever you want, Master Zane. I am yours to command.”
“God, baby, that is so fucking sexy.”
“Master Zane, I need you so badly. Please make me come.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He glided his hand down her stomach to her folds and found her clit. He drew back, then glided deep into her ass again as he stroked the hard little nub. She arched back against him, pushing him deeper still. Making him groan.
He drew back and drove deep again, filling her with a slow, steady rhythm while he teased her clit. He was rewarded with the sound of her accelerated breathing.
“Are you close, little slave?”
“Oh, yes, Master,” she panted. “Please, sir. Make me come.”
Her words nearly drove him over the edge, pleasure swamping his senses, but he held back and drove hard and deep. Over and over again. She began to moan, setting his blood ablaze. He flicked her clit harder, driving into her faster.
She gasped, then her moans turned to shrill wails, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.
Heat swelled in his groin, then it happened. His cock erupted inside her like a volcano, stealing his breath. He pumped and pumped, riding the wave of intense pleasure, then finally slumped on her back.
He rested against her, the two of them panting. Soon their breathing returned to normal, though he still floated on a wave of delight.
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
* * *
As Zane’s joyous laugh filled the room, Chelsea smiled. His cock was still deep inside her and she squeezed.
“You’re welcome, little slave, but my commands are not done yet.”
A tremor of excitement danced along her spine.
“Of course, Master.”
He stood up, drawing her upright with him. His hand stroked up her stomach, then cupped her breast for a quick caress.
“Stand at the wall, by the chains,” he commanded.
She moved to the wall where he’d first taken her, excitement skittering through her. He disappeared into the washroom then returned totally naked. He moved like a panther as he approached her, his muscles rippling as he walked. To her surprise he stood with his back to the wall and lifted his arms. “Chain my wrists.”
“But Master—”
“Are you refusing me?”
“No, sir, but I’m yours to command.”
“And I’m commanding you to chain my wrists. Do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
She clamped a cuff around one wrist, then the other. He stood in front of her, in all his naked glory, essentially her prisoner.
Except they both
The pleasure and pain combined in an exhilarating rush of sensations. She wanted more. Of his cock driving into her. Of his hand searing across her ass.
His cock drove all the way inside, followed by a quick slap on each cheek. She moaned.
Then he drew out, slowly. Instead of driving deep again, he slipped free. But then she felt his cockhead nudge her back passage. She gasped and wanted to protest, but stopped herself.
She had given herself to Zane for his pleasure. And she trusted him.
He pushed forward, his cock stretching her tight opening.
He moved slowly and relentlessly, her ass opening around him. Hugging him tight. When his cockhead was fully immersed, he stopped, then stroked her burning ass cheek.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass.”
* * *
Oh, God, hearing Chelsea say that drove Zane wild. He had to stop himself from driving deep into her in a single thrust. Instead, he slowly glided into her, her passage squeezing him tightly. The heady feel of her body gripping him like that made it hard to hold back, but he inched into her until finally, he was all the way inside.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
“God, it feels so good being inside you like this.”
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me that. And ‘sir’ too. I think maybe we should make it a regular thing.”
“Whatever you want, Master Zane. I am yours to command.”
“God, baby, that is so fucking sexy.”
“Master Zane, I need you so badly. Please make me come.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He glided his hand down her stomach to her folds and found her clit. He drew back, then glided deep into her ass again as he stroked the hard little nub. She arched back against him, pushing him deeper still. Making him groan.
He drew back and drove deep again, filling her with a slow, steady rhythm while he teased her clit. He was rewarded with the sound of her accelerated breathing.
“Are you close, little slave?”
“Oh, yes, Master,” she panted. “Please, sir. Make me come.”
Her words nearly drove him over the edge, pleasure swamping his senses, but he held back and drove hard and deep. Over and over again. She began to moan, setting his blood ablaze. He flicked her clit harder, driving into her faster.
She gasped, then her moans turned to shrill wails, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.
Heat swelled in his groin, then it happened. His cock erupted inside her like a volcano, stealing his breath. He pumped and pumped, riding the wave of intense pleasure, then finally slumped on her back.
He rested against her, the two of them panting. Soon their breathing returned to normal, though he still floated on a wave of delight.
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
* * *
As Zane’s joyous laugh filled the room, Chelsea smiled. His cock was still deep inside her and she squeezed.
“You’re welcome, little slave, but my commands are not done yet.”
A tremor of excitement danced along her spine.
“Of course, Master.”
He stood up, drawing her upright with him. His hand stroked up her stomach, then cupped her breast for a quick caress.
“Stand at the wall, by the chains,” he commanded.
She moved to the wall where he’d first taken her, excitement skittering through her. He disappeared into the washroom then returned totally naked. He moved like a panther as he approached her, his muscles rippling as he walked. To her surprise he stood with his back to the wall and lifted his arms. “Chain my wrists.”
“But Master—”
“Are you refusing me?”
“No, sir, but I’m yours to command.”
“And I’m commanding you to chain my wrists. Do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
She clamped a cuff around one wrist, then the other. He stood in front of her, in all his naked glory, essentially her prisoner.
Except they both
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