He Is Master

… Lying on her back, she stared up at him. Her head turned to one side to look up at his strong features. Strong jaw and dark, serious eyes that looked back at her, studying her as their conversation floated into silence. He was analyzing her every breath and her every move. Looking into her eyes, watching carefully as his hand slowly traced down her thigh. His fingertips feathering close to the inner heat she held.

She was hyper aware that her breathing was too fast. She frantically grasped for control over her labored breathing and racing heart. What started as chills, minor trimmers, was now a steady shiver. Not completely that of fear, but a delicious, almost intoxicating swirl of both fear and adrenaline fueled arousal. Trembling, as if she were standing on the edge of the highest cliff over the most beautiful glistening body of water that she could fall into at any moment, plummeting to her death. Falling into the dark abyss that is his eyes and drown blissfully..

She was lost in the dark, dangerous depths of his eyes. He laid on his side, propped on one elbow as his other hand lazy trailed down her thigh then just past her knee, then back up to lazily brush the soft, supple skin of her inner thigh. His chest close to her right shoulder and his jaw… his mouth just inches above her head. The very thought of brushing her lips across his firm jaw, or catching his bottom lip with her tongue or between her teeth…

She shuddered.

A chill rolled up her spine. Prickling tiny goose bumps up her arms. Twisting her nipples on the ample swells of her breasts tight and hard. The cotton of the black spaghetti strap tank top rubbing the sensitive, tinder buds. She watched as amusement sparked in his eyes at the reaction her body had to his very touch. She almost whimpered.

His fingers were bold now. Inching closer and closer to the wet heat just barely contained by the lacy black scrap of underwear. The anxiety and the fear were gone. In its place bloomed the start of a pulsing fire.

Her body aching for the first intimate touch. Her mind and body all but screaming, begging for him to lay his hands, his mouth, his tongue on her and keep the flame burning hot and ever growing.

But not a single word escaped her lips. She laid still attempting to mirror his calmness as best as she could manage, though the rapid rise and fall of her chest was a dead give away to her restlessness and anticipation.

And then she felt it. He was there. Though gentle, his hand was that of a man. Large and heavy. She could feel the gentle press of his solid fingers against the soaked black lace at her pussy lips.

She could feel the heat burning in her cheeks as his fingers began to slowly stroke the lace lined pussy lips. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Then she heard it. The growl rumbling in his chest. The great and mighty alpha wolf found his prey. He found the warm pulsing heat. His growled words had her eyes rolling back and closing.

“There she is. My little pet.”

As his expert fingers nudged aside the lace and dipped into her hot wet pussy, like a pot of warm honey. Her first gasp ending in a yearning, long moan.

He growled again in his own pleasure as his middle finger slowly, carefully, and deliberately caressed the cave walls of her womanhood. A soft moan hummed in her chest once more. So careful were those strong hands that could easily tear her apart if he so desired. And that, she realized, was a part of the thrill. Instead they were tender. Touching her oh so carefully. Feeling every possible inch of her tight, inner secrets.

Once more there was a growl. “Look at me.”

His order was simple. She immediately obliged. Her eyelids sliding open to look up at him as he began to speak again. Just almost breathless.

“I just. Want to see… aaahhhhhh.”

His phrase cut off as a second finger entered the tight space of her cunt. Her eyes flying wide with a gasp. Her hand twitched up to grasp his solid bicep.

“That there. I want to see the look in your eyes."

With a whimpering moan she stared up at him. Gripping his bicep, her nails sinking into the firm sculpted muscle. His middle and ring fingers began to move, sliding in then out of her. Easing slowly in and out. Deliberately drawing out the movement, watching her through the motion. Feeling her in the deepest, most sensitive of places he could ever touch and feel.

Her eyes rolled back and and fluttered closed. She allowed herself to fall into the intoxicating sensation he was luring her into. It was a long, drawn out pleasure. His two fingers filled her pussy fully. Caressing her inner walls with each pull and push. She felt a deeper pressure welling up inside her. The desire rising and blooming hotter and stronger still as he carried on in his slow internal stroking of her warm, wet inner being.

Oh, it was very clear he knew exactly what he was looking for. He knew exactly how to get it, too. He is indeed a master.

He pushed his fingers hard into her once. Curling the two fingers up. Hooking her pussy firmly. She gasped. Her hips jerked upwards before she could have any control over the instinctive reaction to the demand of his fingers and the electricity that sparked the nerve ending they touched. He found it. He had discovered the sweet spot, the tender sensitive stimulation to drive out what he desired and what would make her bow to him. Now he held her, he held all the control, with just two fingers.

She no longer bothered to control her labored breathing. Panting and her eyes wide in complete exhilaration and anticipation, staring up at the man that somehow had every last bit of control over her body. She knew full and well what he wanted. It was only a matter of when and how he was going to take it that was another part of the thrill. The dark pleasure, the dangerous amusement glinted in his eyes and she knew… Oh god, she knew she was in for just one of the best rides of her life.

He is indeed her Master.

Her breath was rushing out of her as his speed picked up. The yearning, the desire, had all suddenly been wafted into the blooming flames. Whimpering, she reached out for his mouth. He pulled his head away, just out of reach. Dark amusement gleaming in his eyes. His fingers pumped and in a soft growl, almost a coo, yet taunting, “What, my pet?”

She heard his words but her brain scattered. It was like with each pump he was filling her more and more with pleasure but could not figure out how to work her mouth to tell him. He continued to pulse. No mercy. He was enjoying watching her teeter on the edge.

With a losing sigh she moaned, falling back to the bed again. He was on top of her in the same instant. Shoving his fingers deep into her to her surprised cry. Her legs pushed farther apart to fit his body between them. An additional hot shock wave of electricity rushed through her body and set in where his fingers pumped hard.

Staring up at him wide eyed and all But pleading. His growl rumbled and vibrated against her chest. “What is it my pet? What’s wrong?”

Whimpering, she stared. She knew every answer and the words would not come forth. Her brain was going to overheat.

On a final growl, his fingers curled up deep inside her. Pushing up hard, his hand began to jack hammer. His own breathing just as fast as hers. Her body lurched up. Holding on to him for her life, it felt, or her body was going to take off. Panting and crying out, the words finally fell forward and cascaded out of her moaning, panting lips.

“MASTER! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!”

His answering growl was near a roar as his mouth crushed down to hers and warm shock waves flowed forth, gushing a squirting all over his hand and the inside of her thigh. Her pussy muscle closing tight around his fingers and holding him in her. He stilled pumped.

He demanded her mouth and growling low as her cum continued to flow forth, coating his hand 'til her hips and body collapsed back to the bed. He gradually slowed his rhythm 'til his hand completely stopped and slipping his fingers from inside her. His kisses becoming gentler as she was coasting off the orgasm.

Her head swimming, she continued to cling to him and his hand softly stroked the throbbing, pumped pussy. His arm hooked under her and his hand twisted in her hair. She shuddered as another growl hummed in his chest.

“Good girl.”

A sense of pride swelled in her chest to hear those words out of his mouth. Though still panting, she could not contain the smile that pulled at the corner of her mouth in shy pride. Her cheeks warmed. His good girl. His good little pet. To be praised by her Master, she wanted to hear it again.

She slipped her hand down his arm. Taking his wrist and bringing the fingers that were just knuckle deep in her cunt to her mouth. Licking his middle finger then his ring finger, she looked up into his eyes as she sucked his middle finger into her mouth. She enjoyed watching the confusion, the mild shock, and then the dark amusement then arousal light up in his eyes.

Angling her head, she slipped the second finger into her mouth. Twisting her tongue about his fingers carefully. Sucking her own cum from his fingers. With a soft sensual moan, she slipped his fingers from her mouth and licked from the base of his fingers to the tips and nipped at the pad of his ring finger. Resulting in a soft hitch in his breathing.

Meeting his eyes once more, she cooed, “My turn, Master.”