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I squirm and squeal, trying once again to get away. But he’s too strong and my efforts were half arsed at best. I’m too thrilled at being caught to want to get away again. He easily flips me over and undoes my bra, turning me back over once more and dragging my bra down my arms. The easy way he tosses me around makes me feel like a rag doll, and causes my core to clench as heat licks up my spine. He presses his lips against the swell of my breasts and then sinks his teeth into the flesh.
“Ouch!” I gasp, my body going taut as he bites down.
“Shh…you’re mine now, remember?” he growls, releasing me. Then he kisses my chest gently, soothing the ache left behind from his teeth. His fingers trail down my body, teasing me through the thin material of my panties. “You’re mine tomark. You’re my girl now, aren’t you, Tesoro? My good fucking girl.”
I nod. I am.
“Say it,” he commands. I groan.
“Yes,” I say, breathless.I’m a good girl. He owns me.
“Say, ‘Wint owns me’,” he demands, as if reading my thoughts, pulling back just enough to make eye contact.
“Wint owns me,” I whisper. He smiles and then leans forward, biting down on my other breast, harder this time, causing me to arch up into him.
“Perfect,” he growls, his hands beginning to slide down my body and his fingers slipping inside my panties. I’m so wet now, desperate for him to touch me, but he teases me, brushing the tip of his fingers over my wetness but not using it to touch me where I need it most. “You are so fucking perfect.”
“Please,” I beg, arching my back to get closer.
“Please what?” he asks, laughing. “Don’t make me wait. Say it.”
“Touch me,” I say, squirming beneath him. “Please touch me, Wint.”
“That’s good babygirl, but you can call me Master,” he coos, pressing his face against my neck as his fingers finally dip into my folds. It feels so good against my sensitive skin, and I feel myself easily getting close to orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, as he finds my clit and gently strokes it.
My body begins to spasm as I struggle to catch my breath. “So good,” I whimper, struggling to speak. “Master.”
He slides another finger inside me, fucking me slowly as I writhe beneath him. My body shakes as he works me. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m going to come soon.
“That’s right,” he says, his breath hot against my neck. “Come for me, Tesoro.”
His words are all it takes to push me over the edge, and I cry out as my body spasms and shakes under him. He strokes me gently as the orgasm tears through me, and as I come down, he leans over and kisses my stomach, then slowly works his way down my body.
His lips are gentle but firm as he moves over me, and his body is hot. His lips press against my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their path. Every touch, every kiss is like an electric spark, setting my nerves on fire. Or maybe he’s the fire, and I want nothing more than to burn under his touch.
He moves lower, trailing his lips over my stomach, my breasts, my hips, and then finally my thighs.
He hooks a finger under the hem of my panties and then slowly pulls them down my legs. He tosses them aside, and for a moment I am completely naked beneath him.
My body trembles. I’m nervous, but I’m also desperate for his touch. I run my hands through his hair, gripping a handful, and I pull him closer.
“Please,” I whisper, and my breath catches in a moment of panic.
Please what? Please touch me? Please kiss me? Please take me?
I’m not sure what I want him to do, but I know I want him to do something.
He leans down and presses his lips against my inner thigh, and my body shudders. He kisses me there and then moves to the other, and I’m trembling in anticipation.
He looks up at me and smiles, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes. He’s hunting for approval, and I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Please,” I say again, and my voice is soft, but insistent. He kisses me again and then moves back, his tongue darting out andtracing a line from my thigh, up to my hip, and then pushing up gently between my legs.
The tip of his tongue finds my lips, and I gasp. His tongue is warm and wet and soft, and he licks me again and again, slowly, teasingly, letting his tongue slide up between my lips tasting my release.
I drown in the softness of his touch and the warmth of his breath. His tongue slides lower, pushing into me, and I moan. I lift my hips and throw my head back, and my body sings as I sigh with pleasure.
