“Hot, cold, and sold” [m/f] [master/pet] [light BDSM]

Maybe I didn't expect that this was going to be life for me, but it's all I know now. It's all I want.

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I woke up to shuffling, and the heavy door squeaking on its hinges as it slowly opened. Master wanted me. Cold air slowly came into the room and over my body. I tried to resist moving, but shuddered. My skin tickled in ripples as I broke out in goosebumps. The sensation was electric. It was always so cold when the door opened.

I felt that well known mixture of fear and excitement when I heard him open the door. Sometimes I end up more afraid, and more resistant to my master's training, and sometimes I feel excited, and eager to prove that I can learn. I can be a good pet. I do not think he cares how I feel, but I know that when master is pleased, I am pleased, so o don't want to fight against him.

The hinges let out their moan as master pushes the door shut. The locks thud into place.

When I hear that he's within ten paces of me I shift on the old mattress. Today excitement wins me. Fear will be a battle to overcome another day.

I move my hips and rub my thighs against each other as subtly as possible. Not too much movement. I let out a little sleepy moan through barely parted lips and lazily close my fingers around the chain connecting me to the wall. The collar is just loose enough for me to feel safe, but tight enough to remind me that could change. I close my eyes even behind the blindfold, trying to pretend I'm asleep. I know my body is betraying me. My nipples are hard, my breathing is shallow, and my heart is beating so hard that my cheeks are flush and my lips are already swelling.

He knows I'm awake.

Master shuffles a bit. He hasn't spoken. I can feel his eyes burning on me even through the cold draft still making me shiver a bit.

By now I usually hear his command, sometimes he bumps me with his boot and tells me to get on all fours, bitch. Not today (or is it tonight?). I hear him get closer.

I can feel heat begin to melt between my legs. If I move again I'll start to feel my wetness drip down my thighs. I stay as still as possible.

I hear him land on his knees at the bottom of the mattress. I almost jump when I feel his hand touch my ankle. His hands are so warm this time.

I don't speak. That's not my place. Instead I slowly turn, rolling off my side to his favorite position, face down.

He didn't stop me, but he didn't call me a good pet, either. I was disappointed. I wanted his approval.

I must not be doing enough.

I feel a shift on the mattress as he leans a bit of his weight onto it and over me

His hands stroke up and down my inner thighs. I let out a little moan heavy with air as his hand moves up higher, and I spread my legs just a bit.

He still hasn't called me a good girl…

When his hand gets close I make a risky move. He's teasing me. I can't stand it.

I push my elbows against the bed, shoving myself down against him and moan when I feel the tips of his fingers against my-

I get a firm slap right across my ass. It was hard. I can feel his print burning against me. I was too forward. I'm not in charge. What was I thinking? I should have known better. Maybe I did.

Before I could pull myself back he slid his hand back, this time pressing the tips of his fingers between my lips, giving me what I wanted only because he wanted it. I couldn't help but rock my hips against his fingers as they traced up and down clit to hole, finally causing my wetness and heat to spill out.

I push against his fingers again, and am met with a rough thrust. Three fingers slid inside of me to their furthest, and wriggle. I feel something between a moan and a grunt escape me. I grab the sheets and clench them with my cuffed hands.

Master was in a mood… and I wanted it.

I bit my lips and pushed myself harder against him, bushing him in to wriggle inside me until it hurt, his thick fingers huge inside of me. I was ashamed that I could hear my own wetness and tried to pull back.

Master slapped me again. Hard. I gasped.

He grabs my hip and leg and flipped me over. I'm so surprised I resist. Master doesn't usually take me on my back.

He rests his hands on my hip bones, bearing down hard. He forces my legs open with one knee, and I feel my whole body flush as his eyes probed me.

He tips forward against me so I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear. His other knee now between my legs and forcing them further open.

My mind was willing, but my body is instinctively resisting like it had so many times in the beginning.

Master knows how to correct me. He wraps the chain around his hand and pulls it firmly, snapping my collar tight.

I could feel him throbbing against me, and his knees push me further.

His other hand is now caressing my cheek. His heavy breathing slows as he lets out a soothing but stern "shhhhh…"

My body listens, and he enters me.

He grabs the back of my head and pulls me against him. I'm not hard to move, and I am not resisting.

I feel him push all the way into me, filling me deeper than his thick strong fingers ever could.

He pulls all the way out, and slams into me. My wet swollen lips taking him in eagerly.

He grunts as he starts slamming into me harder and faster. He doesn't care if I come, he's only out to have his fun and leave.

He slides a hand down to cup my ass firmly as he rocks back, taking me on to his lap and further around his cock.

He bounces me up and down as if I'm weightless, hitting my insides so hard and so deep I couldn't help but cry out in pain. He doesn't stop when he hears my agony, and I don't want him to. He grunts harder as he squishes himself inside of me faster, and throws me back down on the mattress.

He's on top of me again, and he's savage. His body slams against me, and a thick slapping sound echoes in our room. His chest and belly slap against my own. He's sweating. My legs bob up and down as he fucks me, pushing open with every hard thrust just beyond where they can naturally stretch.

He buries his face in my neck. I can feel and hear him hungrily inhale my scent as he fucks me.

My legs tighten around him. I can feel it coming. He's going to let it happen. I'm going to have one.

I slip the handcuffs over his neck by feel, so my arms are around him and I whisper in a barely controlled voice "fuck me master. Please let me come."

I'm again not met with a response. As he forces deep inside of me he doesn't slap me. He doesn't give a yank to my chain for speaking out of turn.

It's coming. I pull myself against him harder with every thrust, hungrily taking him in.

He's grunting hard rhythmically with me now. I can feel the sweat on his neck. I feel his fingers dig into me and I can't help but beg.

"Please let me come, master. I'll be a good girl. I'll be a good girl master please let me come… Master..master…pleasemasterMASTERMASTER"

I feel myself come around him hard and my entire body melts and tenses at the same time. I don't know if I screamed, but I must have, because he's shoving his fingers in my mouth so I could taste my juices as I come.

It's too much now and I try to push away even though I know not to fight it. It's too strong. I'm shaking too hard. I pull my handcuffs across his neck as I buckle with each thrust.

I feel him lose control. Instead of stopping like I need he pushes harder and faster into me than ever before a few final times and then… I feel it. He pumps into me one last time, letting out a very uncommon roar, and it's inside of me.

It's hot, thick, and sticky as it pushes out and trickles down in thick globs.

I've done well for my master, and he's done me like never before.

Then I heard it, and my heart skipped a beat.

"So was that really your best offer for her?"

My master… Still standing ten paces away from me.

I'm frozen as I hear "Okay, maybe she's worth a bit more," hit my eardrums, inches from my face.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3p7mss/hot_cold_and_sold_mf_masterpet_light_bdsm