To her intense relief, she found him in an obscure part of the gardens in a playful mood. He was leaning against a rowan tree, watching the clouds go by and playing with a wild flower. She was delighted to observe that his appetites were unsatiated, despite the serving wenches that she had sent to him to tup throughout the morning.
"Good afternoon, Sir," she ventured. "Are you ready for me yet?"
"Yes, I think so," he replied, moving back to her, eyes gleaming and travelling down her refreshing body. "Now would be a good time."
She knelt down at his side and smiled down towards him, offering herself to him. He placed a hand on her knee and sitting up, pulled her towards him. She giggled as the petals from the flowers he was holding scattered over her lap and he pulled her determinedly. She gasped as she slid on the grass and found herself crouched down and looking up at him, waiting submissively, as was her wont, for him to take matters further. She did not have to wait too long for with one hand, he soon unbuttoned her skirt, revealing her pale thigh. With the other he pushed her down further to lie back onto the grassy hillside. She fell back half under him as he reached out to pull off her slip, panties and shoes in one rapid, excited motion.
She was breathing fast, mouth half open, fingers clutching at stems of grass on the verge. Her eyes were on his erection as he pulled his own trousers off and then his shirt. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, kissing her hard and deep, as her suggestive looks turned to smiles. He moved one hand down and quickly had her blouse undone, feeling inside for her breasts. She was wearing a low-cut bodice; he felt behind her for the buttons, still stroking and kissing her and pressing his body against her.
The buttons broke in his clumsy fingers and a look of annoyance crossed her face. He hurled the garment away, letting her fall back along with it onto the hillside. He looked down at her for a moment, lying contentedly at an angle to him, then he pushed the open blouse away to either side of her, exposing her breasts. They were round and wide; he fingered one of her large, dark, erect nipples and looked towards her thighs as she began to breathe faster, shoulders moving as she exhaled.
"Oh Master," she moaned. "Master, I can't remember when I've ever wanted it so much."
He moved his other hand to her wet sex. He slipped fingers in, swishing them around, pressing his hand down on her mound and brushing against her clitoris. She turned her head first one way then the other, wriggling her body, making her breasts shiver. She looked back at him, putting her arms round his neck and pulled herself up to him, kissing him deeply, and pressing herself energetically against him.
She writhed up and down his hard, muscular body while his fingers worked faster and faster inside her. He fell on her and, without the usual preliminaries, plunged his cock deep into her. She gasped at this brutish animalistic attack, reaching out to touch him. He was having none of this reciprocation though and grabbed her arms, pushing them in towards her body, imprisoning them. He entered her roughly, pushing into her as hard as he could, grunting and straining, pumping with almost tense and angry strokes. His cock made slurping sounds as he worked it in and out. His thighs smacked against her buttocks as she twisted and squirmed under him, eyes closed, tasting blood as she bit into her lower lip.
He could sense her rising excitement, controlling its advance with the thrusts of his member. He watched her desire in her sighs as he stroked into her ever deeper and harder. She cried with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, just as she was on the verge of coming, with a touch of cruelty, he pulled out of her. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of his own heavy breathing. Then she let out her breath in a long tortured cried that she repeated, sitting up and reaching for him, grabbing his hips and trying to drag him back into her.
"Oh, please," she was begging. "Oh don't stop....."
He caught her wrists and looked into her eyes.
"Turn over," he commanded. She hesitated, but after a smack on her upper thigh, rolled over obediently onto her stomach. He leant forward, grabbed her hips and pulled her out into a kneeling position, She pushed herself forward so that she was pressing her hands on to the grass. He held his strong cock and moved it gently up and down between her legs. She reached behind, trying to push it in; but he held back. She cursed him, under her breath and was rewarded with a sharp spank. She squealed but still tried to press back to impale herself on his staff with her buttocks.
He was still evading her, teasingly as he pushed his fingers back into her vagina. He smeared her juices around and below her entrance. Then he ran his cock up her lubricated slit again, smearing additional moisture onto himself. She held still waiting ever impatient until the tip of his prick touched her. She went limp then as the tension of expectations began to drain out of her. He was already pushing hard, spreading her buttocks with the palms of his hands, observing her intimate secrets.
"Don't move," he ordered her, grasping her buttocks and bending forward on his knees. She opened her eyes and looked up at the rowan tree, watching the first leaf tumble dying to the ground.
"A little death," she thought as he forced the whole length of his cock back into her slippery sex. "A little death that awaits me also if Master persists."
And he did to her intense relief.
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