I know my Master will fuck me soon, but he likes me to be ready for him. He wants me dripping, begging for his cock inside me. Until then, he will play his games, make me wait.He unbuttons his shirt, stripping it off and revealing his well-muscled body. Broad-shouldered and tight waisted, skin gleaming gold in the candlelight, he is such a handsome man; my wonderful Master. Almost from the moment we first met, I wanted him. I want him now, inside me. He steps back and for the first time, really swings the flogger. His aim is perfect. With a snap, the lashes sting past the very tips of my right nipple, biting in as they hum past. I scream and my engorged cunt gushes, hot juices trickling down between my legs. The pain is fleeting; barely there before it is gone again, but my Master repeats the move on my other breast and, as I cry out, I writhe in my bonds, trying to escape (embrace) this pain (pleasure).My Master stalks around me, now lashing behind me. The tails of the flogge

The slight stubble of my Master's chin scrapes at my softer skin. His aroma envelops me, musky, mixed with hints of the body-splash he used after the shower. I'm flowing freely, my liquid core spilling between us, hot and slippery. As the heat of our enjoined bodies rises, the scent of sex billows up and around, a pungent bloom, my own scent and that of my Master, the paired perfumes mingled as closely as our bodies.And all the while, his beautiful shaft fathoms me.Beneath me, the sheet is damp, slithering under me as I move. My Master lifts himself away, looking down on me; my face, my breasts. His face is flushed, sweat beading his forehead. The droplets merge, trickling a path down his cheeks, then dripping free. Some splash onto my nose and mouth, briny and hot on my lips. Others fall to the sheet, staining dark circles where they land.His strokes grow ever more vigorous, ever more forceful. His breathing is heavier. Inside me, muscle thrumms, a low throb which, all the while,

As my Master's grip increases, my breath draws in, but Pussy pulses hot and fluid. His belly pressed to mine, the sex flush heats our joined flesh and I moan."Aren't we the juicy one, Mrs Haswell…" The pinch tightens and I'm panting against the pressure when abruptly, snapping away his hand, dropping his face, he replaces fingers with mouth and lips.Drawing the single nipple between tongue-tip and teeth, the sharp enamel edge razors over already sensitised skin. Pain gambols to my overheated core, frisking over my breasts and chest and neck, setting my skin afire and wringing a shudder from my throat.My Master raises his face. "That's better," he comments, as though remarking on the weather. "I was beginning to wonder when I would get some real sound out of you. Let's try that again." And dropping his face once more, now to the other breast, he resumes his gentle torment of my other nipple.But now, he's moving inside me, angling himself, winding himself inside me. The torture of my

"Please, it's Richard." My Master offers his hand. "We're family now, aren't we? May I call you Albert?"My uncle takes the hand, but the shake is stiff, almost reluctant. "I prefer Mr Kimberley if you don't mind, Mr Haswell."What the hell…?My Master blinks, exchanging a glance with me. "Of… course… Mr Kimberley. If that's what you prefer. Can I ask…?"Whatever he was going to say is interrupted. "Dad…" It's Stephen, with a glass of wine, offering it to my uncle. "I brought you a drink. And I'll get you something to eat." He waves toward the piled buffet table. "You name it. It's on there. Chicken. Beef. Fish. Salad. What would you like?""Oh, just pick me out a few bits and pieces. You know I don't eat a lot these days.""I'll do that. Back in a minute." He strides off again toward the buffet table.My Master starts to speak again, but once more is interrupted, this time by David, offering his hand. "Mr Haswell…""It's Richard.""Richard. Great to meet you properly at last. I always

And with the morning, I wake.My nose pressed against my Master's chest, easing back, I sniffle, clearing my airways. As I shift, something else shifts with me…Somethings else…A teardrop emerald dangles toward my shoulder, quivering with my heartbeat. Its smaller twin tickles at my right cheek. Pressure against my left cheek tells me the imprint of another teardrop will follow me for the next hour or so.And gradually, the memory of the previous evening percolates.Oh… Goddddd....What the hell is wrong with me?My Master…The man I love most in the world…The man I dreamed of…And I treated him like…"Elizabeth?" The scent of coffee drifts by and my brain cells line up, standing to attention, snapping my eyes open.Fully dressed, perched on the bedside beside me, he offers a steaming cup. Sitting up, I take it, sipping at liquid still a little too hot for comfort. "Thank you, Master."A smile lurks behind his eyes. Nonetheless, it is the Dom watching me. "Perhaps I permitted you too