He was finally doing it, he was melting me from the inside out. I pushed out against him as much as I could. I felt his hands stroking my legs. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted this. Then he pulled away. Nothing, he was gone. “OHHHHHNNOOOOOOO,” I moaned loudly. “Please sir,” I begged unashamed.

“Callie girl,” he was to my left. “Callie girl, who is your Master?” A flick, snap but nothing touched me. Flick snap, closer. “Relax Callie girl, relax into the sensations, give over your entire being to me. The pleasure,” fingers probed me then ran up leaving a wet trail across my stomach; and pain.” Flick, snap, pop.” The leather snapped across my thighs the whip popped around me. My mouth opened to scream but nothing escaped as air kept filling my lungs.

Flick, snap, pop. I screamed as it happened again higher the tail curling around my exposed ass cheek. “Entertain your Master Callie girl, beg me to fuck you.”

Babbling escaped my lips, it would be impossible to remember all that I said as he stroked my again and again. My body burned as if on fire. Up my body then back down, I heard a thump. It had been tossed away.

I felt his hands on my burning flesh, pulling, prodding, stroking, kissing. I moaned loudly. I felt his naked body press into mine, damp with the effort he’d expended. His rock hard cock bumping my thigh. The words continued to spill from me as teeth pulled on one nipple then the next. “Forever this will be burned into your mind.” Fingers spreading me dipping in the damp honey I couldn’t contain. His cock pressed, he rocked, I was filled.

“Yessssss,” I groaned as he pounded away. The orgasms started, I felt my body convulsing around his. I could hear his groans of pleasure, but words were not spoken just animalistic sounds escaping us.

His fingers dug into my breasts, then my shoulders, finally my hips. The pleasure didn’t ebb but crested again and again. “Ahhhhhhhh,” escaped his lips he thrust jerking, pulling, going deeper. He filled me till it overflowed down my inner thighs mixing with my juices. Mingling, becoming one stream to puddle at our feet.