of the ring, his cock still buried deep inside her.
“Drop it.” The flogger fell to the floor and Kennedy gasped for breath. “You’re mine, Kennedy. All mine. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master. All yours.” Kennedy knew that, for her part, truer words had never been spoken.
* * * * *
Cedric trailed his fingers in the water, leaning his head back against the raft’s cushions.
“More grapes, slave.”
He loved the look on her face right now, a mixture of irritation and pure bliss. It was almost as beautiful as watching her respond to his lash, watching her body twist and buck as she begged for more, thanked him for each orgasm.
She was without a doubt the most perfect submissive he’d ever had in his care. And she’d realized, tonight, that they were made for each other. Still, they would play out the rest of what he had planned. There was no way he would take a chance at losing her.
She held a bunch of grapes in front of his mouth and he bit one, chewing and swallowing. She walked into the water. Under his command, she still wore the tattered remains of the dress. He’d have to purchase the outfit, of course, but that was fine with him.
He planned on buying them all, keeping them to use over the years to remind her of the way he’d fought for her. He’d think of new scenarios for each costume, playing with her body until she begged him to stop. Of course, he would know her begging was really a plea to continue, to make her come.
She fed him more, then bit her lower lip. “What happens now, Master?”
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“Now I eat a little more; then I claim that sweet ass of yours. My dick’s already throbbing at the idea.” He loved the way she shivered at his words.
“What about after that?”
“Next Saturday’s party will be fun.” The slump of her shoulders let him know she didn’t like the idea of spending another week apart from him. Good. Absence made the heart grow fonder. One more week and he might be able to claim her fully. Now he worried that she’d still freak out if he mentioned the collar he’d already bought for her, three of them as a matter of fact.
A training collar he’d use for their first few sessions as Master and collared sub. That way she’d know it was her duty to learn what he liked, the way he liked it. Of course, it was so similar to what she liked that it shouldn’t be too hard. The second leather collar was to wear around the house after he’d moved her in. The lock would keep it in place until he removed it for one of her other collars.
The D-ring was perfect for binding her in whatever way he chose, including a leash to take her for a walk outside in the backyard or to tie her to his bed every night. It would always help her to remember her purpose, to serve him. And the third one was a beautiful golden choker that she would wear in public, a sign for the both of them to remember the bond between them.
His cock grew at the idea of fucking her sweet ass, and he reached out and tweaked a nipple.
“Ouch, Master.”
“Sore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The water should be soothing against your beautifully striped backside.”
He loved the blush that spread across her face. “Yes, Master, it feels good.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Move me toward the stairs.”
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She walked along side him, gliding the raft toward the built-in stone stairs. They would be perfect for what he had in mind. When she reached the edge, she stopped.
“Go and get two towels.” He slid off the raft as she climbed from the water. He stood long enough to sheath his hard cock in a condom, then sat back down. The water barely hit him here, and he watched her as she walked to the towel rack, taking down two huge, soft-looking sheets. He sat down on the second step, keeping his head turned so he could watch her. Good Lord, she was beautiful, with her large beasts and cushiony hips. He loved the way they felt under his fingers as he’d held her close
“Drop it.” The flogger fell to the floor and Kennedy gasped for breath. “You’re mine, Kennedy. All mine. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master. All yours.” Kennedy knew that, for her part, truer words had never been spoken.
* * * * *
Cedric trailed his fingers in the water, leaning his head back against the raft’s cushions.
“More grapes, slave.”
He loved the look on her face right now, a mixture of irritation and pure bliss. It was almost as beautiful as watching her respond to his lash, watching her body twist and buck as she begged for more, thanked him for each orgasm.
She was without a doubt the most perfect submissive he’d ever had in his care. And she’d realized, tonight, that they were made for each other. Still, they would play out the rest of what he had planned. There was no way he would take a chance at losing her.
She held a bunch of grapes in front of his mouth and he bit one, chewing and swallowing. She walked into the water. Under his command, she still wore the tattered remains of the dress. He’d have to purchase the outfit, of course, but that was fine with him.
He planned on buying them all, keeping them to use over the years to remind her of the way he’d fought for her. He’d think of new scenarios for each costume, playing with her body until she begged him to stop. Of course, he would know her begging was really a plea to continue, to make her come.
She fed him more, then bit her lower lip. “What happens now, Master?”
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87
“Now I eat a little more; then I claim that sweet ass of yours. My dick’s already throbbing at the idea.” He loved the way she shivered at his words.
“What about after that?”
“Next Saturday’s party will be fun.” The slump of her shoulders let him know she didn’t like the idea of spending another week apart from him. Good. Absence made the heart grow fonder. One more week and he might be able to claim her fully. Now he worried that she’d still freak out if he mentioned the collar he’d already bought for her, three of them as a matter of fact.
A training collar he’d use for their first few sessions as Master and collared sub. That way she’d know it was her duty to learn what he liked, the way he liked it. Of course, it was so similar to what she liked that it shouldn’t be too hard. The second leather collar was to wear around the house after he’d moved her in. The lock would keep it in place until he removed it for one of her other collars.
The D-ring was perfect for binding her in whatever way he chose, including a leash to take her for a walk outside in the backyard or to tie her to his bed every night. It would always help her to remember her purpose, to serve him. And the third one was a beautiful golden choker that she would wear in public, a sign for the both of them to remember the bond between them.
His cock grew at the idea of fucking her sweet ass, and he reached out and tweaked a nipple.
“Ouch, Master.”
“Sore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The water should be soothing against your beautifully striped backside.”
He loved the blush that spread across her face. “Yes, Master, it feels good.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Move me toward the stairs.”
88 Melinda Barron
She walked along side him, gliding the raft toward the built-in stone stairs. They would be perfect for what he had in mind. When she reached the edge, she stopped.
“Go and get two towels.” He slid off the raft as she climbed from the water. He stood long enough to sheath his hard cock in a condom, then sat back down. The water barely hit him here, and he watched her as she walked to the towel rack, taking down two huge, soft-looking sheets. He sat down on the second step, keeping his head turned so he could watch her. Good Lord, she was beautiful, with her large beasts and cushiony hips. He loved the way they felt under his fingers as he’d held her close
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