Chapter 8 Finally

I was pinned to the bed the second the question left his lips. He was looming over me again just like in my dream.

Except it wasn't a dream, it was real. I wasn't imagining this.

"I...I am sorry, I didn't think you would come. So I didn't show up on time. I am sorry, Master." I pleaded.

His face softened slightly as he took my begging form, my eyes were pleading.

"I wasn't joking when I said you were mine now." He repeated.

His face was so close to mine, I could smell his powerful presence. It did more than turn me on.

I had to stammer, "I didn't think you would come, so I didn't show up in time. I'm sorry, Master." He smiled, and his hands moved much more gently. He was once with his signature toolbox again, I watched in fascination as he brought out leather ties.

Are those for me?

He didn't give me a chance to question him as he secured the ties around my ankles.

He began kissing my body and tying me to the bed on all fours. I shuddered as he ran his tongue over my pussy. He lapped at my clit, sucking my juices. His tongue made that swishing sound, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head.

My legs quivered as he slowly licked me. I couldn't move or protest. I was tied up. When I couldn't take it anymore, I begged,

"Please give me your cock, Master." He stroked my head.

"Good girl, I love it when you beg." He groaned.

The compliment twisted my insides. He thinks I am a good girl.

My mouth watered instantly when he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free and it stood. Angry and full of veins. I stared hungrily at it. His eyes were hooded as he palmed himself, guiding it to my lips. I opened my lips as he pushed his cock into my mouth.

I groaned, the vibrations traveling around his cock deep in my throat.

"That's it! You are such a good girl." He groaned as he stroked my head. I tightened my lips around him as I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking his precum. He tasted so masculine.

"Yes!" He groaned, his hips slowly thrusting in my mouth, his hand gripping my hair tight. Almost painful but the pain only spurred me on to please him more.

"Move!" He warned, his sloppy thrust indicating that he was about to come. I held onto his hips as he kept thrusting almost painfully into my throat. I grabbed his hips to steady him. My other hand reached for his now swollen balls.

It was firm and tight, I squeezed it gently. He groaned low and deep. I let out a smile of my own.

"I am going to cum," he said through gritted teeth.

I didn't let up, his seed came in spurts. It coated the walls of my throat as I cleaned him with my tongue. He let my hair go, the scalp sensitive from where he was gripping it.

"You swallowed," he said like he was surprised. His thumb trailed my lips as his eyes feasted on me. He leaned in, grabbing me for a rough kiss as I melted into his arms.

"What am I going to do with you?" He muttered to himself.

"I can think of a few things, master," I said coyly.

He grinned, the look lightning on his face.

"Well, maybe it's time for some reward." He said as he stalked towards me.

My heart thundered, the promise in his words matched the fire in his eyes and it turned my insides to mush. He reached for the vibrator and turned it on.

The sound excited me, he trailed it down my neck. Teasing my spine as I gasped at the feeling. He placed them on my nipples, the tiny pebbles standing erect like they have been waiting all along for this moment.

"Catalina." He said.

The sound of my name coming from those lips drove me insane, my lips parted as tiny gasps escaped them. I was completely enthralled by this man. His body glistened with sweat as it dripped down his abs. I wanted to lick him up with my tongue.

He moved the vibrator to my pussy, the feeling jolting me out of my daydreaming.

"Eyes on me, love." He rasped as he kept his hand steady on me.

My legs quivered, I could feel myself at the brink of another orgasm again but I refrained. I needed him inside of me. Little whimpers escaped my lips as I pleaded for more.

"What?" He asked when he couldn't hear me.

"I want more, more." I pleaded. I thought for a second, "please master?" I begged, my voice rising as I spoke each word.

He stopped the vibrator, my eyes widened at the loss. A loud groan escaped me, a sign of protest. I looked down at myself, I was dripping wet with my juices. I wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Please," I begged again.

"Patience, kitten." He said.

That damn word again, yesterday when he said it was okay but now I wanted to wack the back of his head with the vibrator.

He unzipped his slacks, letting them pool at his feet. He dragged my legs to the edge of the bed widening my legs. Thank goodness I was flexible.

His fingers teased my opening, then followed by his cock. He nudged his head in slowly like he was testing the waters. We both groaned at the feeling.

He pulled out again, repeating the notion several times. I grabbed his thigh to get him close to me but he wouldn't budge. My patience was beginning to wear thin.

I opened my lips to snap at him but he snapped his hips forward at the same time. My eyes widened and a gasp escaped me as he plunged fully into me.

Shit! My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my lips parting in a silent scream.