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He was worming his cock inside her, just another inch, but it felt like a mile.
"I know what you want, Slave," he growled, and covered her mouth with his.
She knew he loved her mouth. It was tiny, pink, and so damned cute. He'd taken pictures of his cock in it to prove it to her. His tongue touched hers and she tasted coffee and wine.
She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her hands against his chest lightly, clenching them slightly so her nails dug into his pecs. He growled as he pulled out only to plunge back in harder. This was his payment for her submission. His undying need with every heartbeat to give her everything she ever wanted, and then to surpass even that. And when what she wants most is the pleasure of his body in hers, he is more than happy to oblige by fucking her until she passes out.
"I want all of it, all of Sir's cock, of Master's cock. You're my Master, my stud, my lover, my everything!"
He bellowed and pulled out, his cock spewing gobs of cum onto her bush, then her tits, and finally a few spurts found her open mouth. She swallowed obediently as she had been taught. Once he was finished cumming he stood still for a moment, breathing heavy, before lowering his member back down towards her cunt.
"Master's still hard," she whispered. He stared into her eyes and pushed himself into her. He didn't stop at one inch, or at two, or three. He just slid into her steadily. Her mouth couldn't form words, or her mind concepts; she just felt the pleasure of being filled. She began screaming after he passed the halfway mark.
"Oh my god, I don't know if I can- AH! You're so big honey, please don't- don't'- DON'T STOP!"
She threw her body towards his, wanting to get all of it inside with one movement and screamed some more. It hurt to take him like this, all at once, but it felt amazing too. He bit her neck again and screamed into the bruised flesh, shaking so hard she was afraid he might be coming. She felt his cock swell as if it might, but then the shaking stopped, and so did they. He was so in control, so hard, his body relaxed as he fought off the sensations.
"Will you ever stop?" she whispered.
"Stop doing what?"
"Loving me like you do."
"Never."
"Say it for me, please?"
"I will never stop loving you like I do, like you like me to."
Their mouths found each other and the only sound in the room besides their muffled moans was the SLAP, SLAP, SLAP of skin on skin. He tastes the saltiness of his cum in her mouth and they both feel the slick sensations of it mixing with the sweat on their chests.
When they pause the kiss and come up for air she asks: "Do you promise? Promise me again. Promise three times, three times to make it true."
He slams his cock extra hard into her pussy on his next thrust and grinds it into her cunt to make her scream extra loud. Her nails dig into the skin of his back and leave bloody trails that he'll make her tend later.
Through the haze of pain and pleasure she hears him growl an answer: "I promise". He pulls his cock out and slams in again, still harder. Again she hears him whisper his promise. His body shudders in a way that's unmistakable, and she knows that he's close. Her legs grip him harder to prevent him from even thinking of grabbing a condom. He tries to rise but he barely makes it halfway up and out before she insistently pulls him down again.
"Promise me with your cum," she whispers.
He breaks her grips on him easily, and pulls out until only the head remains in her. He grabs her wrists and pins them to the bed before slamming himself inside her one last time. He slams himself in so hard her tits slap against her chin, the bed moves an inch, and she screams so loudly that her voice might be hoarse come morning. Then she feels it. She feels her body being filled by warmth she's only felt through the barrier of a condom until now. The slick wetness of a man's emission being forced into her pussy, her cunt, her womb.
She feels something snap inside her as she cums and loses sense of all reality. Her thighs quiver, her cunt contracts, and she feels him more intimately than she's ever felt anything before.
They collapse into a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed. After a few minutes his cock softens and slips out of her. They huddle together, exhausted and happy. His arms wrap around her and hold her to his chest. She listens to his heartbeat for a few minutes before she falls asleep, sated, and full of Master's cum.
The End.
Bend Me, Break Me, Shape Me
She awoke to a surrounding of pitch black around her. Squinting, she found she could make out nothing. Not even the bed she could feel beneath her. One she knew was not her own. A chill crept over her and she found that she wore only lace underwear and a lace bra. Feeling slight panic begin to swell inside her, she called out into the darkness.
"Hello?" she called, pausing for a moment, fore she was sure that the sound of footsteps had just made themselves known to her left. Shuffling back to brace herself against the headboard, her heartbeat filled her ears like thunder.
"Hello?" she called once more, reluctantly, before continuing, "I know someone is there. Who are you? What am I doing here?" She jumped and almost screamed when she was answered.
"Awake at last," she heard. The voice was smooth like velvet and wrapped around her, emitting an involuntary shudder. Before she could speak the voice continued. "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time... Savannah. Such a sweet Southern belle name. Savannah." Her name seemed to roll right off his tongue and it sounded like he relished it.
Edging away from the voice she reached out for the opposite side of the bed, remaining silent. It was already clear to her that this was not a place she should be. She didn't know who he was or where she was but she wouldn't let panic and fear overwhelm her. She
