Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica) Read Free Page B

his
t-shirt, hauling it enthusiastically from his shoulders to reveal taut, smooth
skin. Jesus, he was like a bloody swimwear model. She smoothed her hands over
him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin beneath her hands. Skimming over the
ripples of his stomach, she battled with the tie of his trousers until it came
free.  Jonathan pushed down his trousers and underwear in one go and
Harriet gasped as his manhood jutted forwards. Bloody hell, he was impressive!
    Curling her hand around him, she
felt his cock pulse beneath her fingers and she gave him a squeeze. Jonathan
pulled her hand from between them and laid it above her head before doing the
same with the other one. Reaching over her, he loosened a cord from the bedpost
and wrapped it around one wrist, trying it until it dug into her skin. 
Doing the same to the other wrist, he tugged at them until her arms spread
wide. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing thickened with anticipation.
    With a grin, he dragged his lips
down over her breasts, stalking slowly down her body before giving her juncture
a quick lick, causing her to jolt. Wrapping his hand around her ankle, he tied
it in the same way as her wrists before moving onto her other one, leaving her
spread-eagled with her head still propped against the pillow.
    Jonathan stood and admired his
handiwork for a moment. “You’re like a fucking offering, I can’t wait to use that sweet little body of yours in every way possible.”
    He opened the chest at the end of
the bed and pulled out a large, purple dildo. Did he have sex toys stored
everywhere? It had two black straps attached to it and he tore the Velcro
apart with a rip.
    He prowled back over her,
crawling along her body with a lethal glint in his eye. He pressed his dick
briefly against her folds and Harriet pushed her hips up with a moan. Drawing
back, he replaced his cock with the vibrator, rotating the cold rubber against
her folds.
    With a sudden thrust, he impaled
her with it, drawing a strangled gasp from her. Jonathan quickly secured the
straps around her thighs, holding the purple monster in place. He clicked it
on, eliciting a low moan from her, and left it vibrating slowly inside of her.
    Harriet thought he would kiss her
as he moved upwards but instead he kept coming, bringing his dick ever closer
to her face. Her lips parted as the scent of his musk teased her and she eyed
his thick, swollen shaft greedily.
    “You want a taste, slut?”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He eyed her seriously for a
moment as his cock loomed in front of her face. “Do you want to please me,
Harriet?”
    She nodded avidly, squirming as
the rubber dick rolled and pressed against her opening. “Yes, Master.”
    “Then do as I tell you, no more,
no less, understand?”
    “Yes, yes.” Just let me taste
it.
    “Do not come before me. There
will be repercussions if you do. Please your master and then I’ll let you come,
yes?”
    God, she was going to scream if
she didn’t get a taste of that throbbing cock soon.
“Yes!”
    He moved upwards, settling his
knees just beneath her armpits. He didn’t put his
weight on her, instead he just held his cock in front of her. Harriet wished
she could curl her hands around those tight buttocks and force him forwards but
instead he flicked his member over her lips, using her saliva to wet the tip.
The taste of salty pre-cum sat on her lips and she licked eagerly at them.
    “Open your mouth… no, too wide…
that’s better. I’m going to fuck your face, Harriet.”
    He forced his cock between her
lips and Harriet tucked them over her teeth as her tongue stroked at the soft
head. She would have smiled smugly if she could. She was great at sucking cock.
    “Keep your tongue down,” he
snapped.
    Harriet’s eyes widened but she obeyed,
letting her tongue drop back in her mouth as he worked his cock in. Pressing it
against the back of her throat, he withdrew just before she could gag and