"Sometimes, my dear, I feel you don't even have to try.”
“Oh, that's not true, I'm always very trying, Master,” she teased, crawling into his bed next to him. She put her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her waist.
"And don't we know it, you sassy creature," he replied, pulling her face up to his and looking thoughtfully into her eyes
“Why, can't I sass you Master?”
"You most certainly can't," he grinned, pulling her head back by the hair, making her squeak.
"Certainly not without appropriate spanking to reciprocate each sass," he added pulling her over his knee and applying his palm to each of her panty clad cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmm. Thank you Master."
"That was supposed to be punishment, pet.......you are incorrigible."
"No, Master. You always know the most appropriate way to correct me," she smiled and her smile was reflected in his face. He took in the wicked look of his naughty pet and decided to add another half dozen spanks for good measure. The ensuing squealing mixture of pleasure and protest was sweet music to his ears.
He could have pushed her off the bed at that point and made her kneel there for a good part of the night, in the full knowledge that she would be obedient to his command. She would remain there, steady and waiting, until he rose to make use of her mouth, to save the trek over cool tiles across the length of the bathroom. She was a wonderful chamber submissive, who never needed him to empty her.
However, he was in a gentle mood and decided to treat her favourably, hugging her closer. They began talking, catching up on the latest Chateau gossip, talking about anything and everything. They ended up chatting for more than an hour, relating tales to each other, his occasional laughter and her giggling eventually receding into thoughtful silence.
After a few minutes of silence, he realised that she seemed to have fallen asleep. Instead of waking her up, he gently slid the covers over her and turned out the light. He lay still in the bed as her body pressed against his own. It wasn't until he felt the warmth of her inner thigh on his when she crossed her leg over that his tumescence began to grow. He could hear her steady breathing and yet he felt her hand on his chest, and was certain he could feel her crotch rubbing on his thigh. Her hand began to move slowly around his chest, circling its way lower down his body, inching ever closer to his now full erection.
Her dream was beginning to govern her actions causing her to moan ever so softly. This time he could feel his pet's crotch rubbing into him, in a very obvious but subtle grind. The heat emanating from her mound was overwhelming. Her fingers were tracing the outline of his underwear. He held his breath as her hand disappeared into under the elastic.
"You sleep lightly, pet," he thought, not wishing to disturb her pretense of sleep, as still apparently in a deep slumber, she grasped her Master's flesh and pulled it out, gently yet forcefully, exposing him to the touch of her fingers. He let out a slight moan himself, feeling her begin to stroke his shaft, slowly up and down his entire length. When she reached the tip of his cock, her hand would lightly swirl around before going back down his erection.
His breathing picked up and became heavier, and as his hips started bucking off the bed, his moans became louder. His head tilted back and she opened her eyes slyly, gazing up in the dark at her Master, with his eyes closed to absorb the blissful sensations of her hands running up and down, up and down. She stroked him faster - accelerating naturally, cajoling and teasing excitement from within his erect body.
“Don't stop, pet!” he murmured
"I am petting, My Sir," she smiled to herself as, obediently, she upped the ante until he spilled out onto her hand. Her stroking came to a stop and she hugged her Master close, reaching up to lick her sticky fingers. In charge briefly, while he lay there in post orgasmic daze, she permitted him to slip momentarily from her grasp. It was not long before she nestled down to take his sticky member in her mouth, regaling her taste buds with a little midnight snack. He ran his fingers through her hair and placed a kissed palm on the top of her head, kissing her vicariously.
He reached down with his other hand to touch the panty clad cleft of her buttocks. He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, touching her with a slow and purposeful motion, that seemed to make her purr. The motion became a relentless tug at her sexuality as his finger slipped between the pout of her coral nether lips and pushed in to the second knuckle. She was slick with her own moisture and his finger was able to slide in and out of her with alacrity.
He felt the vibrations of her contentment as her lips embraced his softening member.
She loved the concept of being filled in this way and was in seventh heaven as his thumb found the wrinkled pucker. She twitched obligingly as he pressed against her opening and then pushed his fat little digit into her receptive cavity. She wriggled as his finger and thumb squeezed together against the thin membrane between his insinuating digits.
She came with a soft sigh, her orifices full, her mind replete and her desires satiated for the moment. Satisfied and content she drifted off to sleep, protesting mildly as he withdrew his fingers from her nether parts. She pouted endearingly, but was pleased enough to lick the stickiness from those same digits and to retain the prize of her Master's penis in her mouth into the early hours as he too began to drift off to sleep, concluding the evening's entertainments with her own sly summary:
"I'm a very trying pet............indeed."
(And knowing that her confession of her pilfering of the word "indeed" would certainly merit a nicely pinkened bottom first thing in the morning.)
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