her-master: A little tease, she sucked her thumb into her mouth, looking out of the corner of her ey
A little tease, she sucked her thumb into her mouth, looking out of the corner of her eye. Had he noticed? Was he watching? She knew he had a way of ignoring her when she was trying her hardest, so she added a tiny moan to her performance and sucked her little thumb deeper into her mouth.
Yes, he was indeed watching, and when she looked again, he caught her eye. A flash of a shared, conspiratorial, smile, and he moved over to her, and gently, oh so gently, slipped a single finger into her mouth.
Of course she obediently did what she was created to do–she sucked eagerly. He watched the performance a moment, a half smile playing on his lips, and then said, “do you know what we are going to do?” Her big wide eyes, feigned coyness and the little shake of her head. Of course she knew what they were going to do. But what she did not know was how they were going to do it…
“I’m going to take you by the hair and put this pretty mouth on my cock.” Her throaty moan, full of need, said everything as the finger lingered in her warm wetness.
“I’ll be gentle at first”, as he moved the finger slowly in and out. “Maybe even let you move your head for me.” Then a second finger slipped into her mouth. First a little deeper, then a little more force. Then even deeper, and she reflexively pulled away and immediately felt a twinge of fear as he moved to her, over her. Then she was no longer teasing, no longer sucking. He was probing, exploring what was his, fucking her mouth with his fingers and smiling as she gagged and her eyes shone with tears.
“Then maybe I’ll roll you over on your back and just fuck your throat and you better swallow every drop I put in your slutty little mouth”, the last three words lost in a growl and groan as he pushed those fingers roughly into her mouth—what had begun sweetly, almost demurely, now hung on the edge of violence as he roughly gripped her jaw with his remaining fingers, completely controlling her head. Somehow her teases didn’t always work out like she thought they might.
A hand in her hair, gripping, pushing her lower… lower… and the last words he said that night, as her lips closed around his cock: “and next we’ll get the belt, and give you what you really need.”
