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Taking What's His - Hour One

The first of a series of shorts that spans over a 24 hour period. Hour One-a Good Morning to Master
I love you, Master. So so so much. Another one for you.

“Up you get, My girl…” His voice was gruff—sleep-rough but stern—and His fingertips trailed ever-so-lightly across her bare skin.

He smiled down at His still-sleeping girl, nestled into the downy blankets of the over-sized bed. She leaned against His touch, murmuring and whimpering at the contact, but her eyes were still closed tight, and her chest rose and fell with her sleep-saturated breathing. He pressed harder, more insistently, His light touches giving way to fingernails leaving bright red marks on her skin.

“I said up you get, girl. Now.” His tone was even rougher now, demanding.

She stirred, arching into His harsh ministrations with a purr, responding to that tone. “Good morning, Master,” her voice was soft as she reached for Him, eyes still half-closed as her fingertips curled around Him, stroking gently. When He growled out His approval, she couldn’t help but smile in delight, stroking harder.

As she stroked harder, He dug His fingernails into her skin, leaving deep crescents on her bare hips. She snuggled against Him, trailing wet kisses down His chest as she squeezed harder. She purred as she pulled a deep, throaty moan from her Master, pulling away from His chest.

Encouraged, she gently pushed Him back onto the bed and raised herself up on her elbows. Her smile was innocent—inquisitive—as she locked eyes with Him. “What would Master like of His girl?” her voice was gentle, pleading. She wanted desperately to please Him, to hear Him moan and praise her.

She needed to hear His words, His command. Needed control to be taken from her.

He didn’t speak at first, would not give her the satisfaction of hearing the faint tremor in His voice. Instead, His fingers threaded themselves through her hair and He gave a sharp tug, forcing her head lower.

“You will please your Master, girl. You’re mine,” the tremor in His voice shifted to a possessive growl as He pushed her down, forcing Himself into her eager mouth.

His first thrust was deep and she gasped in surprise, earning a sharp tug from Him. “No limits with Me, girl. Take everything I give you…” Another thrust, more insistent, more demanding—His hands holding her in place so that He could use her, take His pleasure from her willing submission.

She felt herself slipping into her space, that tone, those words urging her to submit, to give Him everything. She moaned around Him, letting herself be used as He needed her.

He shifted, sitting up to gain better purchase on His girl. With one hand, He kept a tight hold on her hair, guiding Himself deeper into her waiting mouth, reveling in the pressure she was maintaining, the skillful way she used her tongue, the delicate drag of blunted teeth on tender flesh. As she worked, shifting to gain better access, to grant Him the ability to thrust even further, He used his other hand to drag nonsense patterns into her back, raising red welts that marked her as His. He moved in her pliant mouth, eyes half closed as He savored the way her tongue swirled around His most sensitive parts, reveled in the pleasure she gave Him.

She moaned around Him again, squirming. Her fingers arches and scrambled in the sheets—she needed Him, His voice, His orders. Needed everything He would give her. She gave a soft hum, and purred when His hips bucked and He slipped further inside her. His hand locked her in place, and this time she moaned against Him.

That noise, her eagerness, her eyes locking onto His, wanting—it broke what was left of His control. Both hands gripped her hair and He thrust hard and fast, moaning without restraint. She took Him harder, eyes still focused on His—a silent plea for His release.

She wanted Him, wanted all of Him. She needed Him, needed to be claimed, to be possessed by Him.

She knew it was coming a moment before, when He tensed, a violent shiver trailing up His spine. Her tongue worked against Him, coaxing and teasing—begging for a taste.

He came with a throaty moan, spilling Himself into her waiting mouth, reveling in her swirling tongue and eager swallows. She moaned with Him, savoring His taste as she took everything He offered.

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