MasterMine

I fell into a rosebush today.



It's not the first time it's happened, but I never had you to fish me out. I backed up when my sister's dog had rushed past me, tumbling into the bushes on the side of the porch. I blamed you, as you felt the need to come here to speak to my father, but when you picked me up I forgot about my anger completely.



But it didn't change the fact that I had ended up in a rosebush.







The drive home is awful.



I itch, where thorns tore through my clothing and skin, some along my thighs, arms and chest. There is a long, thin scratch down my throat, very shallow, but just deep enough to bleed. I could scream, I'm so frustrated. I want to damn my klutziness to hell and back, because of it, we had to cut your visit with my father short.



I climb the steps to the apartment, sulking, as you walk a few steps ahead of me, opening the door and caressing my bottom when I walk past you.



You smile and pick a stray leaf from my hair, and I half expect you to start teasing me, but all you do is lift the shirt above my head, shaking it to rid the cloth of any remaining thorns, and thumb the button of my skirt, freeing it to allow the skirt to pool around my ankles.



I'm standing there in my bra and panties, shallow cuts starting to scab over, but those that are deeper still dripping little droplets of blood over my skin.



You smooth one hand over my shoulder, fingertips coming away crimson, and I gasp when you lean forward to drag your tongue across my collar bone, cleaning my skin in a much more pleasant way than I would expect.



You reach around me and unclip my bra, my small breasts bouncing slightly, and you begin to pinch my nipples, twisting only slightly to encourage a few yelps from my mouth. You don't tug very hard, nor do you pinch too tight, but my nipples turn rosy very quickly, turning into little hard nubs after just a few seconds.



You lift your head from my shoulder, kissing me and letting me taste myself on your tongue. I shiver, letting your tongue slide over mine, pressing my hands against your clothed chest. I break the connection between our lips, standing on my tip toes to catch your earlobe in my mouth. I run my tongue up the shell of your ear, biting and licking, before trailing kisses down your neck, blowing cool air across the moist skin.



You make small noises, just enough to tell me that you're enjoying my mouth on your skin.

You push me away, pressing me against the counter top before moving away.



"Finish undressing."



I hurry to obey, stepping out of my white panties and setting them in the pile of the rest of my clothes.



"Open your legs, good girl. Masturbate for me."



You pull up a chair from the table and give yourself a front row seat, looking at me expectantly. I spread my legs, leaning heavily on the counter, and slip my hand down my stomach, toying with my smooth lips, moist and slippery.



I spread myself open with two fingers, toying with my clit with another, as I use my other hand to slip a single digit into myself, pumping it in and out, before slowly working in another finger. The hand that was occupied with my clit travels down my leg, so I can drag my nails against my little wounds, sending shocks of pain through my body, hurting so well. The exhibitionist in me wants to keep going until I come, but my whole body is screaming to have something bigger inside of my dripping pussy.



You lean forward in your chair, motioning for me to come closer, and you grab my hips, ducking your head to trace the lines on my thighs with your tongue and teeth.

I whimper, tugging at the shoulders of your shirt, wanting skin, or just more contact.

You allow me this, letting me bring your shirt over your head to toss on the ground, before unbuttoning your pants and letting them join our other clothing.



Your cock is hard, straining upward, and I touch it lightly, cocking my hip towards you, lips pouting.



You grab my wrist, tugging me forward making me straddle your legs. The tip of your erection nudges my entrance, quickly becoming slippery, and you grab my shoulders, pulling me down, not bothering to be slow, knowing that I'm wet and ready enough to take you.



I moan, quivering around you, and begin to lift myself up, only to shift down again, shallow gyrations, the position not allowing me to do much more than that.



I press my breasts against your chest, wrapping my arms around your shoulder and burying my head against your neck, biting lightly. You hands settle on my hips, helping me build a steady, hard pace, our breathing ragged, my clit rubbing against you with every thrust.

I begin to shake, my senses becoming overwhelmed, and with a particularly hard thurst, I feel myself begin to fall over the edge of orgasm. I bite down particularly hard, and you gasp, pumping harder and faster, and I give a shout, back arching as my body shakes, and you come with me, making it feel all the sweeter, your come filling me, keeping me at that high for a few moments longer, but when I come down, your arms are wrapped around me and your breath is hot on my neck.



I sigh and slouch against you, letting my eyes drift close.