The Love of Ownership

Holy Crap! A new chapter for the first time in 9 months? Where have you been?
busy with life... Just got back to writing, and boy do I have some for you guys! For the first couple days, I'll be posting my backlog, but after that I'm planning a new chapter every week! There are some changes coming to Krys and Amara's relationship. Stay tuned!

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As we walked in the house, I couldn't take my eyes off of Amara's backside. The pencil skirt accentuate her figure, and her short steps caused her ass to swing sensually. She walked into the house and walked towards the kitchen, likely to begin cooking my dinner.

“What are you up to, pet?”

“I was going to make you dinner, Master” She was surprised by my questioning.

“Not in those clothes you're not.” I responded.

She looked at me confused, then realized she was still wearing her business attire. “What would you have me wear, Master?”

“Just your apron should be fine.” Her eyes widened as she nodded, going upstairs to remove her clothes, then coming back down, her naked body glistening in the slowly fading sunlight. Her breasts bounced comically as she bounded down the stairs. She then walked into the kitchen, and donned her apron, tying the straps high and tight, in attempts to hold in her rapidly escaping bust.

She made dinner with deft precision, working quickly and effectively. Normally she would have started dinner before I got home, but since she came with me she wasn't able to do that, and Friday night I had told her that I was going to be late and that I'd just have leftovers. Tonight however she was making spaghetti. In a short amount of time, she had a hot plate of spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic bread set down before me. We ate in silence. She was eating as fast as was proper and I was eating mindlessly, my brain focused on the news I was reading off my cellphone. After dinner she quickly washed up, took off her apron and began to clean. No matter how much I enjoyed her naked body, the idea that sprung into my head was too good to pass up. I called out to her. “Pet, you're cleaning like such a good little maid, if only you were dressed the part.” She turned to me, understanding slowly building between her eyes. I wanted her in her french maid outfit.

“Yes, Master.” She again came down, now dressed as a french maid, ruffled skirt and all.

I watched happily as she began to clean the house. Every time she bent to pick something up or put it away, I got a beautiful view of her supple ass and tight twat. She knew I was watching and it turned her on. I knew because every time she bent over for something she made sure to face her self perpendicular to me, to give me the best view possible. I had intended to go to bed early, in hopes that she couldn't finish the work before I did so, but she successfully completed everything before ten, far too early for a night owl such as myself. Once she had ascertained that everything had been cleaned to my specifications, she came and knelt at my side.

“The chores are done, Master.” she looked at me with lusty eyes, I knew that she was horny, and I felt the slight urge to make it worse, but decided not to.

I simply nodded before pulling the key to her chastity belt from my neck. I could see her emotions leap as she realized she would be free from her prison. Reaching under her skirt, I quietly unlocked the belt and removed it, the tiny dildo making a sucking sound as it came free of Amara's pussy. A cross between a whine and a moan escaped her lips as she lost the feeling of something inside her.

“M...Master.” she whimpered.

I looked up at her wondering what was wrong, then I saw the brilliant emerald color her eyes had become. She was so bothered, I wondered if she would attempt to rape me in my sleep if I didn't satisfy her and went to bed.

“Master... could you please fuck me.” her words were quiet but with purpose.

I grinned as my mind began to plot even before she had spoken. “Sure, pet, but first I need you to bring me the dictionary off the shelf over there.” The dictionary in question was an unabridged copy that Amara had bought me for Christmas, as my spelling was terrible, and I had once thrown a pocket dictionary off the loft because it didn't have a word I was looking for. She bought it with the intention that I would likely have the word I wanted, and if it didn't, it would be too hard for me to throw it. The dictionary was also on the bottom shelf, due to its weight. She walked over to pick it up, and I slipped along behind her, not making a move as I stalked my beautiful prey. As she bent down to get it, I lunged. My cock already out before I got up, it was easy work to slam it into her begging pussy as she bent over. She screamed as she climaxed, my cock filling her enough to push her over the edge.

“Ohhh, Master!” she grabbed onto the bookshelf to steady herself as I ravaged her. Pounding furiously, I expected her to cum repeatedly, but after the first assault, she remembered her training and held herself back.

She moaned loudly, her voice growing deep as I fill her pussy with my meat. I feel her pussy contracting against my rod, I know she can't hold out long, so I shift my position, feeding myself more pleasure to bring myself to orgasm.

As I feel the orgasm coming, I slap her ass for good measure. She cums at the feeling and milks the seed from my balls. Squeezing every drop like a thirsty traveler. I hold her hips as her knees fail, using my own strength to prevent her from falling.

Amara recovers slowly, using the bookshelf to bring her upright. Her body exhausted from her orgasm, she falls into my arms as she tries to stand up. “Sleep now, Master?”

“Yes, pet, sleep now.” I carry her to the bed in a fireman's carry, however she's long asleep before I can even lay her on the bed.

“Good night, Amara, tomorrow's going to be interesting.” I know she can't hear me, but I say it anyway. Tomorrow I'm filling one of her deepest darkest fetish desires... I don't know how it'll go, but I know she'll love it.