His to Command

“All right, slave. Time for you to do what I say.”

She stepped back another step and smiled. “Yes, Master.”

This was new. She hadn’t called him Master before.

She smiled impishly and drew in a deep breath, thrusting her bosom up high, then slowly released it. “May I call you Master, Sir?”

“Yes, I like that.” And he really did. His cock twitched at thoughts of her murmuring the term of respect into his ear as he pushed his cock inside her, then later her begging him, as her master, to fuck her deeply.

“Now, take off your blouse.”

“Yes, Master.” Her fingers moved down the front of her blouse, releasing buttons. She fumbled on one and, clearly impatient, she tore the sides of the blouse apart, scattering the last few buttons to the floor. They bounced across the hardwood floor as she dropped the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it across the oak banister behind her.

He couldn’t pull his gaze from the creamy swell of her breasts rising and falling, the soft mounds lifted by a coffee-colored bra trimmed with cream lace.

He watched in fascination as she stroked her breasts. He could see the nipples tenting the delicate lace, and his breath caught as her fingertips glided over one.

“Now, the skirt.” Would her undies match the delightful bra?

She dropped her pencil-thin skirt to the floor and stepped out of it.

Of course they matched. Kate loved matching sets. And she wore coffee-colored stockings, the kind that stayed up without garters.

Her fingers glided down her hip, then stroked along the milky thigh above her stockings, moving toward the inner thigh. His cock swelled painfully at the sight. If he didn’t stop her, would she slide under the crotch of her panties and stroke her soft folds? Were they wet already with wanting him?

If she did, he was pretty sure he’d blow his load right here while watching her.

“Kate, come here and show me how much you missed me.”

He stroked the bulge in his pants, giving her a clear indication of what he wanted. She grinned and approached, then dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers moving on his zipper sent his cock twitching. Then her warm hand wrapped around his shaft and he groaned in delight.

“May I suck your big cock, Master?”

Oh, fuck, yeah.

“Yes, slave,” he said with as calm a voice as he could. When her lips w

rapped around him, she took him deep into her mouth, and he thought he’d die from the euphoric sensation.

She took him deeper, then glided back, then deeper again, driving his pleasure higher. He was so fucking close.

“Stop.” The word came out sharper than he’d intended, but she drew back with a smile on her face.

She stood up and reached behind her, then unfastened her bra. She pulled it away, revealing her big, swollen nipples. Bigger than life, it seemed in his feverish need. He leaned down and licked one, then sucked it deep. She moaned and arched toward him, pushing deeper into his mouth.

He moved to the other nipple and she cried out, hugging his head tight to her bosom, her fingers coiling through his hair.

When he released her, he stared at her flushed cheeks and the desire glittering in her eyes. She seemed almost desperate for him. He smiled broadly. Well, why the hell not? He was desperate for her.

As if she couldn’t stand being under his scrutiny a second longer, she spun around and walked to the banister. She slipped off her panties, and then without a word leaned forward and spread her legs wide.

He’d looked forward to getting home and having a long, romantic evening with her, to be the loving husband and woo her with wine and music and soft words of love, but he realized now that had been completely unrealistic. They had been apart too long and both of them were too horny.

He stepped toward her, shedding his pants as he went. When he was behind her, he dropped his boxers to the floor. Now he was standing in only his shirt, tie, and socks behind his beautiful, naked wife, who was hungry for him to fuck her. Life didn’t get better than this.

There would be time later for their romantic evening. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed it to her ass, loving the needy murmurs she made. He pushed between her thighs, gliding over her wet flesh. Oh, fuck, she was wet.

“Please, Master, don’t torture me.” Her words sounded almost tearful with desire. “I need you inside me.”