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Taking What's His-Hour Three

The second of a series of shorts spanning over a 24 hour period. Hour Three-Teased and Taken

The next in the series. As always, I love you, Master.

She woke to insistent tapping, fingertips drumming out a nonsense rhythm on her thigh. With a grumble, she opened her eyes, blinking until her vision stopped swimming. “Was sleepin’. Was cozy. Why didja move…?” her voice rang petulant and she squirmed, trying to regain the sleepy-warm feelings of their impromptu nap.

“Because, My girl, no one said you got to rest. I promised you that I’d make you scream, and I’m a man of My word,” He sounded almost playful, His words caressing her down into her space.

She wriggled against Him, pressing her chest against Him, her voice a low purr, “Please, Master…” a breathy sigh, “Make me scream for You.”

He pushed Himself up, effectively towering over her prone form with a smirk. “Such an eager girl, so needy for Me…” Fingertips trailed down her arms, raising her flesh into goose bumps as she fought to keep herself from shaking. Her body was overly stimulated, nerve-endings tingling just at His words, His feather-light touches. Again, she pushed against Him, a slow grind to show her need.

He lowered His hips to meet hers and growled out a low command, “I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to move, My girl.” He thrust again, teasing at her sensitive flesh, offering her no satisfaction in His movements. His teeth just barely grazed her shoulder, drawing out a low hiss from her as she shifted, just barely, into Him.

He pulled away, moving just enough to get His knee between her legs, giving a single shove against her soft flesh. Instantly she shifted, opening herself up to her Master. She stilled, waiting for her next instructions, wanting to hear His voice and feel His hands on her.

Sitting up, His eyes were dark with lust. He took in the sight of her, legs splayed wide, flesh swollen. His next command came out as a purr, and she shivered when He spoke, “Touch yourself, girl. Make yourself wet for Master…”

Not trusting herself to speak without pleading for His touch, she simply nodded and trailed her own fingertips down her chest, pausing to tease her nipples to hardness. She whimpered at the sensation of soft fingertips on aching flesh, at being watched so intently by her Master, by the man she adored. Her eyes met His, searching for approval. He nodded wordlessly, eyes still dark and full of want. He shifted back even further, taking in the whole picture of His girl, of her fingers dancing across flesh to please Him.

Her eyes closed as her fingers moved lower, swirling against creamy flesh, teasing her Master by taking her time. When a growl rumbled in His chest, she smiled up at Him sweetly and moved her fingers down into her wetness, gasping as she just barely teased. As she pushed in, enjoying her own arousal, she heard His breathing shift ever so slightly—labored panting of someone trying to keep themselves in control.

She moved her fingers achingly slow, enjoying the sensation of being slowly filled, reveling in the moisture pooling between her legs. With a sigh, she slid another finger deep within, playing and teasing for her Master’s pleasure. Her free hand snaked a path to her nipples, already hard, and she gave each a sharp pinch, her mouth opening enough to gasp again, loud enough for the sound to reach her Master. His eyes were half closed as He savored the show His girl was putting on, and He was lazily stroking Himself, waiting to take her, to make her scream for Him.

She focused on His hand, on the lazy strokes He gave Himself, and used that to set her pace. She took His slow movements and doubled them, tripled them until she was thrusting her fingers deep and hard, teasing at her nerves with timed swipes of her thumb. Her hips left the floor, bucking to meet the thrust of her fingers as she drove herself closer. Her eyes slid closed, she was reveling in the display she was putting on for Him—unrestrained lust guiding her deeper, almost over the edge, causing her to whimper and squirm.

She was enjoying herself so much that she did not hear the shift, did not see Him move until she felt herself pushed down, her hands wrenched away from her arousal and pinned above her head. She opened her eyes, and found herself staring into lust-drenched eyes that were a step past reason. His voice was gruff, His words clipped. I said get yourself wet for Me, girl. I did not give you permission to come, to make those whispered whimpers…”

He thrust into her hard, punctuating each word with a harder thrust, “Only. Make. Those. Noises. When. I’m. Inside. You.” He trapped both of her wrists with one of His hands, squeezing and keeping her in place. His free hand snaked between the two of them, moving furiously against her swollen arousal, making her moan and gasp for Him. She met Him, thrust for thrust, pushing Him deeper. Her legs curled around Him, urging Him to take her harder, faster.

Her eyes glazed and her head lolled back, her legs tightening around Him, locking Him close. “Please Master…” her voice was a low wheeze, breathless from his thrusts.

“Please what, My girl?” another few hard thrusts accompanied the words, his deft fingers still moving against her nerves, making her gasp and whimper. “Do you want to come for your Master? Do you want that privilege?”

She tried to speak, her words coming out in short bursts of near-breathless screams, “Need…want…please…Master!”

He knew she was close, could feel her insides quivering and clenching slightly. He drove deeper into her, leaning down to reach her ear. He teased lightly, licking and nibbling as he thrust, making her shake and buck wildly. His tone was husky, drenched in power, “You’ll come for your Master, screaming for Me.” He nuzzled down her neck, nipping hard at her shoulder, “You’ll come for Me and I’ll fill you, My girl.” Another few thrusts, hard and shallow, as she shook and panted around Him.

“Come for your Master. Scream your release, My girl,” He, Himself, shook as His release took Him, shaking and tensing within her heat.

When she felt His release, knew the pleasure her Master had taken from her, her body shook and her legs locked Him in place as her release came hard and fast. Her words and pleas came tumbling out in screams and murmurs of love and adoration, of submission and devotion. She shuddered and panted on the floor under Him, her body milking His for everything it was willing to give, and with each pulse, she shook harder.

He shifted slightly, leaving Himself tucked into her warmth while pulling her to His chest. “You have a short while to rest, My good girl, before I fill you again, before you scream for Me and let anyone listening know that you’re Mine…”

His words drove her to another release, and she lay in His arms, spent and shaking; wanting desperately to be used again by her Master, and knowing it was only a matter of time before He continuing their play.

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