"I have never encountered love yet, Sir," she murmured looking down at the floor and his bare feet and the hem of his gown. He looked down to at the pleasant and refreshing sight that she presented, kneeling there. She lifting her face to reach out with her lips to kiss his hand. He cupped her face in his hands as was his wont and she whispered insistently: "Take me, Sir."
"Take you, indeed and where should I take you?” he teased her gently. He hugged her tenderly and beckoned her towards him. She, head bowed, came over to kneel before him.
"Your home is my chateau too now, Sir, isn't it?"
"If you say so, sweetness," he murmured archly.
"I want to serve you in our chateau. Let me be your personal servant. Your pet. Please take me and love me and make ,,, make me yours, Sir."
He lifted her up and parted her robe to caress her breasts gently, touching her slowly yet relentlessly, raising her to attention with wily fingers. She sighed at his touch and pressed herself forward into the palms of his hands. Such gorgeous breasts and such a lovely smooth belly - a delicious mouthful. He tried not to let her see his eyes linger a little too long on her form, but she noticed him staring anyway, wanting him to take her.
"Sir,” she begged, “please love me. Give me the sweet encounters that I crave. Please don't leave me."
He half closed his eyes, trying to recreate the image of her swaying hips in his dimming light, as she danced away, hips swaying to distant music, breasts swaying with the movement. The image of her hair falling across her face as she leaned towards him wouldn't make room for anything else. Then, just as quickly she leans back and way from his reach...teasing,,, dancing,,, swaying....like a snake charmed and charming at the same time. Her face was suddenly inches from his, and she leaned in, putting her hand on his cheek as she kissed him. It seemed natural, wanting to kiss this woman of his - immersed himself in her presence completely, letting the feel of her wash over him like the waves on the beach below the chateau. Her tongue danced across his lips,,,, tasting the lingering warmth of wine in his mouth.
Although distracted, she still pulled into him. Her voice wrapped delicate tendrils around him. Her smile stretched across her pretty lips even further as she turned to be close to him, almost leaving him shaking and staring at her. Waves. He could hear them crashing close by, but he couldn't see them. Then he realised it was because, imperceptibly in the course of their encounter, darkness had crept up. The servants had not come round to light the chandeliers yet and so it was quite dark. Pinpoints of sparkling light dotted the night sky, and in the distance a full moon rose. She stood against the night in the chateau window, not a shred of clothing on her beautiful body. Breath caught in his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was dreaming, but the texture of her skin, the way the moonlight glinted off the beads of sweat that dripped like melting wax down the hills and valleys of her body it was all too real. Too breathtakingly, wonderfully real. She pressed her body hard against him,,, with a promise of things to come.
"I like water, don't you?" He asked, his lips grazing his ear. Before she could answer, he leaned back against smooth floor, holding her against him as he took the soft folds of her earlobe into his mouth, licking gently, holding her trembling and gasping in his arms. Her need built as the nipples pressed into his palms and called his adrenaline out of its hiding place. He pulled his hands slowly down her body as her eyes stayed locked on his. When they reached the soft down between her legs, her head rolled back and a moan wafted out over the chateau grounds. Her heart pounded into her ears as she moved her hips against his hand. He leaned forward, the sensations over-riding any hesitation he'd felt before, and slowly licked the glow spreading across her breasts - If moonlight has a taste, he thought, surely this is it.
She arched her back against his hands as he ran his palms down the soft sensuous and submissive curve, towards the delightful roundness of her behind. Her body trembled and her back arched to push out her behind in a lewd welcome. He pause startled by that lovely rondeuse, that softness of skin unparalleled by any silks or velvets that he loved to dress her in. Undeterred he slid a hand into the secret crevasse between those delightful round cheeks, leaving her gasping and relaxing against him. He parted the warm flesh and pressed a hand against the interior curve, gently slapping the most secret of zones, forbidden to all but him -- his personal fiefdom ...his playground. She sighed with release as with a glance he commanded her to spread herself, parting her legs wide to his scrutiny.
He pulled her cheeks apart and it was his turn to gasp at the site revealed there - those lovely forbidden puckers, the sweetest rosette, the petal like folds of her labia. She was completely exposed to him, knowing that this pleasure giving was his gift to her even as he only punished to delight her. He murmured praises of his pet, hardening as he pressed his flesh to hers, listening to her sighing against his cheek. Inexorably, he began to push against the sweetest, softest centres of delight....holding before penetrating that wet crevasse. Her legs almost gave way, willing her to kneel before him again, offering herself up to him, opened wide for her Master. He parted the petals of her sex and sought the stamen of her desire, so hot and wet for her Master. He could scarcely credit that this lovely bloom was just presented for his pleasure.
She gazed up at him beseechingly, seeking sweet release as he sank further into her moisture. She grasped at him and thrust up her hips to meet him as he pushed deeply into her, holding her spread to allow his fingers to play and tease. His palm rubbed her soft down, leaving her panting and squirming to get closer and closer to that salient peak of delight. Rhythmically her entered her and then eased out of her sopping centre, only to plunge back forcefully, desiring the deep buried secrets of her womb. She pushed hard against him as he pistoned into her. He pressed her down to the floor to make you arch before him, a splendid offering for her Master to ravish and enjoy, to delight in and to squander his pleasure within, his own special pet , to be taken swiftly.
Her hips were thrusting and thrusting as in a dance to be ravished wholeheartedly, his hands sliding up and down her curves as he kneels behind her. He enjoyed the soft vista of her splayed thighs as her sex spread around his. With an ever more arching back, she thrust her backside against him, allowing his hands to steal over the crown of her buttocks, before pausing around the bud between them. He touch that secret place so gently as he pushed into her again, leaving her helpless to a keening wail and forcing a shiver to run, rippling up her spine, as the finger presses more forcefully against her.
"Master, I want more,,, I want you to take me over and over,,, I want you in me,” she burbled in rapt pleasure. His right hand squeezed her hip and rubbed dexterously, tracing over and under her remarkable curves, and occasionally gliding between her legs as if by accident. His other hand was wandering around her neck, face, hands, arms, and often slipping across her breasts. She began to buck more frantically than before, her hair flying around him. He pressed into her harder and faster, wanting to feel her come around him, wanting her to enjoy. She felt so tight, so wanton and so available to him, as she swam up to surface in a pool of ecstatic pleasure, her thighs moving rapidly. He held still so that she could thrust back at her own chosen tempo, pressing at that moment a finger into her exposed rosette, parting her bottom cheeks so that she tightened around him. He wanted to feel her pleasure radiating around him as he withdrew his finger and placed his hand on the softest part of the curve of her bottom.
"Oh Sir," she whined surprisingly sensuously," please, Sir, please...."
She wanted him to thrust hard into her, excited as she was by his slapping her thigh gently. She moaned appreciatively as the slapping became a spank and the spank a rhythmic beating tattoo, leaving the print of his palm on her helpless exposed bottom. He reached up to cup her breasts as she quivered under him, her entire frame trembling at his touch and the continued assault on her body, gently kissing her brow as he leaned over his luscious pet for a moment. Almost an eternity later he withdrew slowly and then penetrated her harder than before, pressing into her cervix, to the very neck of her womb, ready to sew the seed of his desire in her palpitating sex.
"It is never enough!" She signalled as she held him in a gaze that, he returned with the affirming kiss that she wanted. Only now, he stretched that as well, making the movement of his head to hers take minutes. Even more so, his lips only touched hers by the slightest of pressures. The whole feeling was one that she couldn't be sure if his lips were really touching or not. In a single motion, he seized her hair and leaned over, pulling her to him. He kissed her hard, leaving her to ascertain the reality of the moment, distinguishing it from vapid dreams that would dissolve in that an instant, an eternity later, he withdrew and left her, breathing hard in the calm lee of their erotic encounter.
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