“I think I want to watch you dance. I would love to see you crawl to me, and feel like you give it all to me.
I need to keep you in my space. I can’t help but love your face, your place. These things are you for you and me to love, explore, a huge keepsake.”
I looked at myself and stretched. I don’t want to hurt myself. I strive to impress, every time, nothing less.
I can often be too rough on myself. I set boundaries before I get inside her space to remember to enjoy it. Remind myself that she enjoys my duality before I go to my other self.
“Her cheeks are supple her ass is mine.
“Her disgrace is mine, her love is mine.”
“Im energetic, fruitful hopeful, clandestine.”
I walk out of the bathroom to see her in the position. Her ass facing me, her eyes closed.
I keep the moment and step across the floor, my noise setting her off, having a flinch. Readjusting to the change in the air.
Things that make me ravenous. She’s everything to me. She couldn’t help but puff out a breathe, a sigh.
“Don’t get impatient.” I say. Waiting for her to move some more. I hovered above her, waiting for her to question why I’m waiting so long.
I press my self onto her, dressed, letting the cock in my pants press on her ass for the moment.
“You want to play today, pet?”
She turned her head to me, those eyes. The quiet before the rain. Wetness before the waterfall.
“You’re making a mess. Let’s handle it.”
I love the game. Pressing my face in between her lips. They keep me wet,keeping her in duress. I lap up her stress. Stiff to the game, she let’s out a yelp in heat. I dig deeper, she starts to tip.
Forward.
Then I whip it out, complete the wave. Stroking her in and out, the smell of her sex completes the starting race. I thrust. I love the music it makes. Teasing her before always starts the rest. Keeping her in her place.
Her whimpers are love-able. Holding her arms back to keep her in the place. She’s loving it so I kiss her neck. Lifting her up to my chest as I thrust slower. She starts to open her mouth.
We’ve kept the game going and its starting to sound like shes closing her race. I reach down one hand around her neck as I slow down.
I find some help leaving her squirming on my cock again. She instinctively pushes forward until I hold her head to mine. I massage her breasts still other hand on her sex.
Thrusting even slower to my hearts content.
She starts to buck back, her hips gliding by on our primal lube. I tell her.
“Count down from 10.”
I take my hand and force her head down onto the floor.
“I want you to cum for me.” I say.
10.
She starts to cry out, spit trailing from her mouth.
“Keep up baby.” I say.
“9” I slap her ass, hard enough a print shows.
“Thank you master.” She mutters out.
I thrust harder. Her pussy lips grip mine tighter, she clenches trying to force it.
“Good Girl.” A couple more thrusts and she’s lost my count.
“Keep count.” I slap her ass again.
Whimpering like an animal she says again,”Thank You, daddy.” missing the count, again.
I slap her ass again.
“Count!!” I yell.
She bucks me again.
“8” She mutters.
“7”
“6.”
“That a girl.”
“5.” I fully give it my all.
“4.”
“3.”
She’s lost it. I have to. I lose it. I cum deep, throbbing and cumming deep inside her pussy. I flex my prostate hard, cutting my orgasm short. To keep it up.
I reach around and give her a couple more pumps, my cum lubing each stroke until she skips.
“Fuck you’re my favorite.”
Her legs tremble as she sputters out
“ Thank you daddy-“
I wait for a moment. And hold her by her hair, pulling it back
“Now cum for me.”
“Count.”
I give it the rest. A second wind of thrusts for her.
“3.”
“2.” I slap her ass again growling, as her cunt drips.” The sounds of her cum filled pussy sending her over the edge, finally.
“1.” I feel it.
“That a girl.” She squeezes hard.
She starts to whimper as it resides, her legs exhausted.
I love her ways and how she moves with me.
All in my ways. It’s always.
To protect my servant.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m09tm2/m25_to_protect_my_servant_pt1