I leaned down and slipped my middle finger inside her, but I withdrew and stood a second later. With my index finger, I gathered the drop of precum that beaded on the tip of my cock, and then slid both fingers into her mouth. She sucked them in deeper and I could feel her tongue licking us off of me. I stifled a grown.
Her fingers had picked up their pace on her clit by the time I withdrew and a moan escaped her lips.
“What do you taste?”
“Sex, Master. Lust. Us.”
Fuck, even her word choices were sexy. I gripped my cock and thrust into my hand. It was a poor substitute for the tight sheath I wanted wrapped around me, but this was as far as it would go today. Yet, there was something seductively kinky about the current scene. I’d never masturbated in front of a woman while watching her bring herself to orgasm.
Her lips were parted as if she was waiting, ready for me to shove my cock between them and pry them open further. So fucking tempting, and I imagined her lips wrapping around me as I thrust into my hand.
Her eyes were alight now, and I could see the fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her breasts rose and fell with every heavy breath, and her quiet, breathy moans had grown louder, reverberating inside my head and shooting pulses of heat to the base of my spine.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Pet.”
“I want your cock, Master. I want to taste you, and feel you inside me.”
It had been stupid of me to ask because it was just too fucking much. Thank fuck she was almost there. Her pace was frantic, and her fingers weren’t just grazing her nipple now; they were pinching, squeezing harder every second. Her back arched and her whole body tensed as she cried out. It sent me over the edge fast, and I groaned through my own orgasm as I spurted white ribbons of cum across her satin-covered tits.
As I tucked myself back into my pants, I kept my eyes on her—not for any particular reason other than I didn’t want to stop looking at her. Her skin still flushed from her orgasm, and her lips still slightly parted as her breathing slowed to something that resembled normal—I could look at her forever.
Unfortunately, she was due for medicine, and it only seemed polite to help her into another nightgown after coming all over the one she had on.
“Stand up.”
She rose to her feet slowly. Her movements were still stilted and she clutched the end of the bed to keep pressure off her ribs, but she didn’t grimace in pain.
Since the nightgown had some stretch to it, I slipped the straps off her shoulders and then kissed a trail down the valley of her breasts as I slid it down below them. Pulling the fabric down lower, I followed it down her ribs and abdomen. Her breathing sped up again, but as I slid the gown over her lips and it fell to the floor, I veered off on a path to her hip and she let out a tiny, frustrated grown.
“Something wrong, Pet?”
“N-no, Master,” she replied, but I could see her fingers flexing at her sides. She was itching to try to move me back where she wanted me.
“Good then,” I said, springing to my feet with a cocky grin. Tease and frustrate—I was good at that game.
I helped her into a fresh nightgown and then retrieved the pills and a bottle of water from the untouched tray. “You need your medicine.”
“I…” she started, but then stopped.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want them, Master. They make my head cloudy.”
“And is it up to you whether you swallow this?” I held one out in my hand.
“No, Master.”
I didn’t want her to be in pain, but I could well remember my own aversion to the painkillers. They’d made my head feel like it was stuffed full of fucking cotton balls.
“You will tell me if the pain increases enough that you become more than uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Master.”
I dropped the pill back in the bottle and set them on the night table. I’d kept them hidden at first, afraid she’d be tempted to down a whole bottle during those first few days. I didn’t worry about that now.
“Sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. You need to eat, but I don’t want you getting up and down more than necessary yet.”
There’s no way to explain what it’s like to feed someone—to hold their very sustenance in your hands. It was enough to make me heady as I slipped the food between her lips and she pulled it off gently, careful not to dig in or scrape me with her teeth. This wasn’t something I would be able to do with Scar forever. Soon, she wouldn’t need me as her master to make her way in the world. Where the fuck I fit in once that happened, I had no idea. But for now, I savored her lips taking the food from my fingers. Hell, I fucking loved it.