brushed the back of her throat.
He moaned, his head tipping back as he thrust harder, faster between her lips. Alyssa shifted her stance, widening her knees as her core pulsed with need. Unable to hold back a whimper, she met his eyes as he looked down at her with an unfocused gaze. Then suddenly he thrust in hard with a guttural groan and held her still on his cock as hot streams of warmth slid down her throat.
She swallowed it all, concentrating on breathing slow through her nose until he finally released her. Sitting back on her heels, she took a long, deep breath. Licking her lips, she pushed back up into the proper position and put her hands behind her back. Her inner thighs were wet, and the scent of her own arousal was just as strong as Mike's. He watched her for a few moments, his breathing slowly returning to normal before he stood and buttoned his jeans.
"Stay here - I'll be right back," he said, his voice gruff and low.
She lowered her eyes. "Yes Master."
When he returned, he sat in the chair again, and when she looked up there was a large square jeweler's box in his hand. Her pulse sped up and blood rushed between her legs as she waited.
"I bought this a long time ago," he said, caressing the dark blue top. "I thought at the time that I knew who it was for, but it ended up staying in the box. I've kept it ever since, hoping that someday..." He opened the lid, and Alyssa nearly gasped at the coil of brushed silver, the ends of the collar secured by a small silver padlock. A set of keys lay in the center, which he took out and used to release the lock, then put them into his pocket. Then he laid the box on the table and lifted the collar out, kneeling down to place it around her neck.
"This marks you as mine, Alyssa," he said, clicking the lock into place. It was heavier than she'd thought it would be, but the weight felt good around her neck. "It's made to last a lifetime, and that's how long I intend to keep you."
She couldn't stop the tears then, and he reached for her, pulling her up and into his embrace. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to rein in the flood of emotion. He hadn't asked, but it didn't matter. They both knew that she was home.
He stepped back and took her hand, tugging her gently into the bedroom. She followed willingly, standing still as he undressed her and then bent her forward over the bed. "So your back doesn't hurt," he explained, and she nodded, taking deep breaths to fight back another round of tears. She spread her legs wide for him, surprised when she felt his hands on her inner thighs, pulling her open.
Then his tongue touched her clit, and she trembled all over as he lapped up the juices between her legs. She whimpered, wiggling against him as he sucked on the sensitive nub. He smacked one side of her ass, hard, and she yelped, then again when he smacked the other side.
"Oh, yes Master," she cried, fisting the comforter as she struggled to maintain control. Two fingers pushed inside her dripping pussy, and she knew it was no use. "Please Master, I can't hold it!"
A chuckle vibrated the inside of her thigh, followed by another smack on her ass. "Come then, beautiful." He lapped her clit once more, then bit down, hard enough to sting and she came apart with a loud cry. Tremors shook her body and she collapsed on the bed as he ate up every bit of her nectar. She was floating, boneless as the wave rolled through her body and left her completely spent.
Mike pulled her up to a sitting position and she wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a kiss just above his navel. He laughed, and when she looked up, the stress that had haunted him since she'd arrived seemed to be gone.
"I love you, Master," she said softly, lowering her gaze. "I just wanted you to know that."
He reached out to lift her chin with a finger, then bent to place a soft, almost chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you too, beautiful slave."
Stepping away from her, he went to the closet
He moaned, his head tipping back as he thrust harder, faster between her lips. Alyssa shifted her stance, widening her knees as her core pulsed with need. Unable to hold back a whimper, she met his eyes as he looked down at her with an unfocused gaze. Then suddenly he thrust in hard with a guttural groan and held her still on his cock as hot streams of warmth slid down her throat.
She swallowed it all, concentrating on breathing slow through her nose until he finally released her. Sitting back on her heels, she took a long, deep breath. Licking her lips, she pushed back up into the proper position and put her hands behind her back. Her inner thighs were wet, and the scent of her own arousal was just as strong as Mike's. He watched her for a few moments, his breathing slowly returning to normal before he stood and buttoned his jeans.
"Stay here - I'll be right back," he said, his voice gruff and low.
She lowered her eyes. "Yes Master."
When he returned, he sat in the chair again, and when she looked up there was a large square jeweler's box in his hand. Her pulse sped up and blood rushed between her legs as she waited.
"I bought this a long time ago," he said, caressing the dark blue top. "I thought at the time that I knew who it was for, but it ended up staying in the box. I've kept it ever since, hoping that someday..." He opened the lid, and Alyssa nearly gasped at the coil of brushed silver, the ends of the collar secured by a small silver padlock. A set of keys lay in the center, which he took out and used to release the lock, then put them into his pocket. Then he laid the box on the table and lifted the collar out, kneeling down to place it around her neck.
"This marks you as mine, Alyssa," he said, clicking the lock into place. It was heavier than she'd thought it would be, but the weight felt good around her neck. "It's made to last a lifetime, and that's how long I intend to keep you."
She couldn't stop the tears then, and he reached for her, pulling her up and into his embrace. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to rein in the flood of emotion. He hadn't asked, but it didn't matter. They both knew that she was home.
He stepped back and took her hand, tugging her gently into the bedroom. She followed willingly, standing still as he undressed her and then bent her forward over the bed. "So your back doesn't hurt," he explained, and she nodded, taking deep breaths to fight back another round of tears. She spread her legs wide for him, surprised when she felt his hands on her inner thighs, pulling her open.
Then his tongue touched her clit, and she trembled all over as he lapped up the juices between her legs. She whimpered, wiggling against him as he sucked on the sensitive nub. He smacked one side of her ass, hard, and she yelped, then again when he smacked the other side.
"Oh, yes Master," she cried, fisting the comforter as she struggled to maintain control. Two fingers pushed inside her dripping pussy, and she knew it was no use. "Please Master, I can't hold it!"
A chuckle vibrated the inside of her thigh, followed by another smack on her ass. "Come then, beautiful." He lapped her clit once more, then bit down, hard enough to sting and she came apart with a loud cry. Tremors shook her body and she collapsed on the bed as he ate up every bit of her nectar. She was floating, boneless as the wave rolled through her body and left her completely spent.
Mike pulled her up to a sitting position and she wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a kiss just above his navel. He laughed, and when she looked up, the stress that had haunted him since she'd arrived seemed to be gone.
"I love you, Master," she said softly, lowering her gaze. "I just wanted you to know that."
He reached out to lift her chin with a finger, then bent to place a soft, almost chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you too, beautiful slave."
Stepping away from her, he went to the closet
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