He said nothing more throughout breakfast but he wasn’t as preoccupied by the end of it. I don’t know if it was by design or I’d just learned to read him so well, but I played the needy role and he fell for it hook line and sinker.
I decided that I didn’t like the strange fruit on my plate and he spent five minutes coaxing me into tasting the mango. When that was through and my face and his fingers were a mess it was something else I found fault with. Each time he’d talk me into trying whatever it was and by the end he’d explained every piece of exotic fruit on my plate.
I don’t think he even realized that he was no longer frowning and that haunted look had left his eyes. Of course all my petulant pouting got him hot and bothered and I found myself spread out amidst the dishes with his mouth clamped onto my kitty.
19
Master Brax
* * *
Huh! That was very nicely done of her. She distracted me from my thoughts so easily it was a few minutes before I even caught on. The question now was why did she? Things had changed between us yes; it was all part of the plan from the beginning, to get her to accept her fate. But there was something else going on between us. It was as if the lines were no longer blurred, but were now entirely gone.
There was no contrivance in her actions. No sense that she was playing me for her own gains. She was just simply trying to bring me back to where we were before the interruption.
I had the insane urge to ask her how she felt about me, about us. That was something I hadn’t seen coming. It smacked of vulnerability, something that I’ve never been. But of course I didn’t ask. Instead I let her distract me with her childish antics, so cute.
There was one other side affect of her little show; it made me hard as fuck. I knew she was sore, I’d seen it when I was down on my knees eating her out in the shower, and had told myself to ease off lest I hurt her, but I needed her. I needed to erase the bad taste in my mouth that the presence of the old man at my door had left.
Without warning I laid her back on the table after shoving the dishes out of the way and buried my head between her thighs. Her pussy was sweeter than all the exotic fruit I’d ordered just to impress her. When my tongue was inside her I didn’t think of anything or anyone else but her.
Her taste had the power to erase all else from my mind, and if she knew that, the power would shift. Somehow I don’t feel powerless though, she makes me feel strong, like all the old fears could be overcome with her. But how could that be?
If true, it could cause trouble down the road. A sub wasn’t supposed to hold such a high place in her master’s affections, that place was reserved for a wife, children. A little voice warned that it might be too late.
I put it away for now and just enjoyed the taste of her. When her pussy under my mouth was no longer enough I picked her up from the table and took her to my bed where I put her on her hands and knees before me and drove into her.
With her newly awakened pussy I should’ve taken more care, but the need to possess, to dominate, was too strong. I wrapped one hand around her throat holding her neck at an upward angle, while the other fisted in the hair at her nape pulling her head back. This caused a deep arch in her back, which tilted her ass higher in the air, giving me total access to her sweet tight cunt.
This is how I fucked her, going deeper into her belly than before. And when she cried out I covered her mouth from above and behind and kept up my punishing pace into her. “You’re mine, only mine, always. Say it.” I squeezed her throat and released her mouth long enough to let her breathe and answer me.
“Yes master; I’m yours.” For the longest while all that could be heard was the slap-slap-slap of our bodies coming together as I pounded her pussy unmercifully. “Cum for me princess.”
20
Alyssa
* * *
Welp, I guess my little distraction at the breakfast table hadn’t worked, or maybe it worked too well? I’m not sure. I laid on the bed when he climbed off of me breathing hard enough to rattle my chest. What was that? What just happened?
I followed his perfectly toned body with my eyes as he walked naked across the room. His ass truly was a work of art. I knew sometimes he left me to go to a gym that was somewhere in the house because he’d come back all sweaty and pumped, and boy was it worth it.