A new journey (post cocoa) Part three

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Oh…GOD! Seeing her there, buns up; kneeling, it was all he could do to restrain himself. That smiling face, those delicious orbs hanging down, the valley between her cheeks that just cried out to be explored…

Talk about the subby taking control! And all she had to do was…nothing. Just be there, be herself…be HIS.

…she was…

Stripping down, his cock pointed toward his navel as he kicked off his shorts and tossed his tee on the floor. One quick thrust into her mouth, another into her cunt, and then to reaming her asshole into tomorrow…

…aah, such reveries. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose his load before he got anywhere near her! Yes, spunking into her hair: how masterly would THAT be?

Control. That’s what it was all about. He…must…keep…CONTROL!

“…umm…Master? Is everything all right?” she said quietly.

Hell NO everything isn’t all right! Not unless you call ‘all right’ an aborted attempt to rape His! Or creaming in your face before cock even touches lips!

“Everything is fine, love.”

He hoped the quiver in his voice wasn’t TOO noticeable…

“oh, ok – I was just wondering what was taking…I mean, never mind. Sorry I said anything, Master.”

“That’s ok, love. I appreciate your concern.”

Returning to scaling the twin peaks between reverie and reality, he came around to face her again, cock bobbing as he walked. Going on the floor just ahead of her, he lay down, positioning himself under her head. Placing his elbows on the floor, he gently placed both hands around her head, steadying her. She gasped as his lips touched hers when he pulled her toward him, but she eagerly accepted his tongue into her hot, panting mouth.

Oh she tasted sweet! Oh how he wanted to eat her – from the inside, out! Their tongues danced and played, both of them attempting to assert control. As his grip around her ears increased, though, he managed to suck her tongue into his mouth. Holding it firmly between his teeth, he slowly increased the pressure, wondering how much she could take.

Just as she began to squeal, he released her and began planting kisses all over her face, and on her cheeks. Remembering what she’d said about her ears, he nibbled intently on her lobes, while she gasped and moaned softly.

“Master, please…” she groaned, but he continued, mindful of her ‘safe word’ yet heedful of nothing else.

Perhaps he would cut her some slack, after all. There were other adventures ahead, he realized as he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck.