The Love of Ownership

Amara I woke up sore, but it wasn't just my neck, which was at a slightly off angle laying on Master's chest, it was also my ass, where I could feel small bruises forming from my punishment, and my core, where Master had pounded in with an exceptional force. I slowly rose from His side and kissed His chest. I knew it was a dangerous endeavor, taking liberties with Him while He was sleeping. Master would probably do something terrible to me for it if he knew, like when He teased me for a whole day before my final presentation, but wouldn't let me cum until after I had finished it at noon the next day. I remember little of the time I laid on our bed, cumming for who knows how long, just from Master's fingers. Suddenly I remember what I was doing and get up, looking for my cell phone, Master said he wanted to get pizza after we woke up. I look at the clock hanging on the wall, then remember to look at the one on my phone. The one on the wall was a toy of Master's and it ticked backwards. I never got the hang of reading it, so I avoided it if I could. It was a few minutes to ten... He had gotten home at seven as usual, which means we slept for three hours. I called the local pizza place and placed an order for Master's favorite and a small salad for myself. I knew I would be aloud to have a piece or two of Master's pizza, but I didn't want to assume. If I did that He would be likely to punish me for it. I shiver at the thought, my ass tingling lightly. No matter how much I enjoy being spanked, I try to avoid unnecessary punishment, because it wasn't so fun if it escalated past spankings. After the pizza was ordered, I noticed my own nakedness, so I quickly went upstairs to put on a modest yet beautiful nightgown with matching panties. I moved back to Master's side and knelt down submissively, placing my hands behind my back, this caused my breasts to stick out, which Master liked greatly. It was only a few minutes before Master awoke, stretching His shoulders. I sat and waited for Him to rub the sleep out of his eyes before addressing him, "Master, I ordered Your pizza, and it should arrive in about five minutes." He smiled at me, which caused my heart to flutter. No matter how long I had been with Him, or how many times He had smiled at me, my heart fluttered at the sight of it. He took my cheek into his hand and caressed it softly, before kissing me lightly on the lips. I suppress a moan as I taste His mouth. "Good job, my pet. Now, what else did you do today, other than directly violate my rules?" I knew He was teasing me, but I still lowered my head in embarrassment of breaking the rules. "I made You brownies, and I cleaned the house." I said proudly, I'm supposed to do some cleaning every day, but with today being so rainy, I couldn't go out after doing the days cleaning, so I decided to keep cleaning. Also the brownies turned out better than I expected, leaving me pleased. I saw Him smile like a child at the thought of fresh made brownies. It was one of few weaknesses of His that I could exploit on occasion without too much fear of punishment. He loved fresh baked goods. "Mmm... then I know what's for dessert." The glint in His eye meant that He wasn't going to just have brownies. Before I could think of how to question Him, a knock at the door showed that pizza had arrived, he got up and realizing his nakedness, sat back down, motioning to his wallet "Pay the nice delivery boy, and curtsy for him." It was a simple task, and on it's own not so embarrassing if it wasn't for the low cut of my nightgown and the high hem. I nod before pulling a twenty out of His wallet and answering the door. The guy wasn't looking at me at first, but after I took the pizza, he realized that there was a scantily clad woman before him, I hurriedly handed him the money, curtsied and slipped back into the safety of the loft before he could ogle me too much. As the door closed he called out in a daze, "Have a good night!" I carried the pizza to the coffee table, walking over to the kitchen and taking out plates, then coming back to dish out two slices with Parmesan and pepper flakes to Master, and then setting down to eat my salad. As we ate He looked me over. I had to bend over to eat my salad, so my breasts are pushed out and easily visible. After finishing His pieces He offers me a slice and I accept it happily. We finish dinner in short order and He lays back to check His websites as I go and do the dishes. After finishing the dishes and putting away the leftover pizza, I go to sit next to my Master. As He finishes up he leans over and asks me, "We have vanilla ice cream right?" I nod happily, I had picked up some at the store yesterday, so we had an unopened container. "Good," He replied. He let me up into His lap to cuddle as He mindlessly surfed for a few minutes, letting dinner settle in His stomach. Finally, He decided that it was time for dessert. As I got up to go make it, He followed behind me, letting me get out all of the ingredients for a brownie sundae, even letting me go as far as putting the brownies and fudge sauce (also made and canned by me) in the microwave before taking hold of me and dragging me to the kitchen table. I looked at Him in confusion as he laid me on the breakfast bar, stripping me naked and cuffing my hands to the hidden restraints under the edge of the bar and restraining my legs from another hidden location. I then realized what He was planning. I wasn't going to prepare dessert tonight, I was going to BE dessert. He then took out the warm brownies and fudge, bringing the food over to the bar where I lay helpless. He then began the arduous process of making His sundae, placing the warmed brownies in my cleavage, their warmth almost too hot against my skin. Then came the ice cream, a cold contrast to the hot brownies. Then He added the whipped cream, spraying a small mound on each of my nipples then another on His sundae, I shivered at the feeling. Now the fudge sauce... "OHHH!" I moan loudly as the warm sticky liquid is poured across the sundae, dripping onto my breasts softly. Master adds the final touches by putting cherries on all three mounds of whipped cream. Then He puts everything away, the ice cream slowly beginning to melt between my breasts. He then came back with his spoon and began to eat. First He took the whipped cream and cherries from my breasts, sucking on them till the whipped cream is gone and my nipples were hard, small marks visible from my vantage point. As He cleans each nipple, He also licks away any of the fudge that dripped there. Finally He began to eat His sundae, complimenting me on the taste of the brownies. "These are really good, pet" He says as he eats from my breasts. "Th...Thank you, Sir" I whimper as He lets the cold spoon scrape my chest. "How about you try a bite?" He makes a spoonful and feeds it to me. He was right... that was good. As he finishes up, He climbs up and rests His member on my pelvis, slowly licking up the excess and drips before kissing His way up my collarbone, to my neck and then taking my earlobe into His mouth. I moan softly at His ministrations, slowly He rocks His hips back, causing is member to glide over my already engorged clit. "You're so wet," He looks at me with a grin, before slamming into me. "AHHH!" I gasp in ecstasy as He pounds my flower, His tip pushing its way against my cervix. "Ohhh... Master, Yes! Master, Yes!" I can't hold it in as He pounds Himself into me. "Oh god, Oh god." I can feel my orgasm building, but He hasn't said that I could cum so I refocus as I prevent my body from getting me into trouble. He continues His thrusting. Inside my core I can feel His shaft pulsing, indicating that He is close to orgasm, so I flex my hips upwards, causing His tip to press harder into my cervix. He grabs my hair tightly as He holds Himself against me. His moan is deep and throaty as he cums inside me. He huffs for a moment before stroking my cheek lightly. "I am going to count down from 5... on 0 I want you to cum." My eyes bolt open. This is probably the most evil thing He could possibly do to me. As he counts down, it will be harder and harder for me to hold myself, but if I let go too early, He will do even worse things to me. "Five," I control my breathing, slowly in through my mouth and out through my nose. "Four," He begins lightly thrusting. I panic. That wasn't part of the deal, with this kind of torment... "Three," I squirm underneath Him, trying hard not to think about the growing pleasure inside me. "Two," I begin to shake, tears of concentration dripping from my eyes, I can see His face, even through the blur, I can't miss the moment of hesitation when He sees the tears. "One," All I can do is clench my body, holding back my orgasm with sheer physical endurance. "Cum." I scream out loud as my body rocks with a powerful orgasm. I feel myself squirting on him for the second time today, waves of pleasure cascading through my whole body. I lose track of time and space as the only things I am aware of are the feelings of pleasure, and the always present face of my Master, His eyes loving and careful as He holds me as I ride this orgasm. I barely notice as my cumming brings him to a second orgasm. Then it begins to fade. I slowly remember that I am tied to the breakfast bar, sticky with the remains of an ice cream sundae and full of the cum of my Master. He unties me as I lay, gasping for air. He kisses the hollow of my neck, "You did a good job, beautiful." all I can do is nod as he picks me up and carries me back to the couch to lay against his chest. "I love you, Amara." His voice is far away as I begin to loose consciousness. "I love you too, Krys" are the last words I can manage before collapsing into dreams of our youth...