The Dare

"Manson, please…" My voice was a whine, heavy with lust. He put on a mocking expression of sympathy.

He kept watching me as he pleasured me, and he grinned as my face contorted with pleasure.

As he hovered there, lips just inches away from my pussy, he looked up at me and grinned. “Say please.”

He had to know what he was getting into. He could handle me, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy

"Then we can do it again?"

"Absolutely."

“I want as much as you can give me, Master.”

Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic, overwhelmed twitch of my body - at the brief but violent gush of arousal that came before I could stop it.

Only if you think I deserve it,” I whispered. “I’m...I’m your slave, right? So I do what you say, so…”

He was enjoying this, really enjoying it - god, he felt big.

His voice was slow and gentle, as if he were speaking to someone small and insignificant.