MasterMine

Morning light filters through my blinds, warming my face and nearly blinding me as I open my eyes.

Your body is warm and hard against mine, your arms wrapped around me loosely, my leg slung across yours, pulling you closer to my smaller form. I snuggle into your side, breathing in your scent, lifting my hand to run it through your soft, fine hair. You make a noise, turning your head towards me, and I lift my head to kiss you lightly.

I lay there quietly, an idea forming in my head as I grin wickedly. I need to exact my revenge against you, after all. I wiggle out of your grasp, careful not to wake you, and duck under the comforter, grateful that you sleep in the nude, and run my hand down your stomach, grasping the base of your cock. You make a noise above me, but don't wake.
I grin again and flick out my tongue to run it up the underside of your length before taking the head into my mouth, sucking lightly before taking more into my mouth. Your cock is so hot and hard, and the taste is slightly salty, human and oh-so male.
I bob my head slowly, taking time to trace every bit of you with my tongue, before speeding up and sucking harder, intent on waking you up.

I run my fingers down your balls, then back up again, pressing lightly, and I hear a gasp, and then there are hands in my hair, running through my loose curls, catching occasionally.

There is pressure against the top of my head, and I let you guide me, tugging my head forward, pulling me back, forward again till my nose touches your pubic bone. You hold me there for a moment, feeling me swallow around you, before pulling me back to let me breathe. I lap at the tip a few times, catching precome, before you pull me back onto your cock. I lick and suck as you guide my head, feeling myself become wet, thighs trembling with desire. I love feeling controlled, and you do just that. You fuck my mouth with slow, even strokes, even as I hear you breath catch in pleasure, speeding up occasionally only to slow down again. I moan around your cock, using my hands to stroke the base, your thighs, anything I can touch while my mouth is devoted to you.

I give another moan, and you pull me off of you, dragging me up to kiss me then pushing me to the bed. You hair is sleep tousled as you kneel over me, face slightly flushed and eyes bright. You settle yourself between my legs, length pressing against my wet folds.

"Mmm, you're such a good girl, dear," You press into me slightly, "Should I give you a reward?"

Your hand settles on my leg as I arch up.

"Yes, Sir! Please..."

You press me down into the bed, giving me a look.

"Tsk, tsk, precious, you'll have to do better than that. Beg me to fuck you. Beg your master."

I shiver at your voice, gravely with sleep, or arousal, but it's sexy all the same.

"Please Master, please. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. I'm so wet..."

My voice is a quiet whine, breathy, and you smile as I try to arch up again.

"You want me that much?"

"Yes, Master!" I gasp out, and you plunge into me, taking me with one smooth stroke and I give a shout.

You stretch me suddenly, giving me no time to adjust, and it feels wonderful. I wrap my legs around you, using the leverage to pull you deeper, but you pull away to thrust back again, hitting a wondrous place inside of me. You place your thumb on my clit, rubbing in circles, making me cry out louder. Your pace is hard, and just inconsistent enough that I can't follow it with movements of my own.

With your free hand, you press me into the bed, hand on my hip to keep me there. Beads of sweat form on your body, making it slick and hot to the touch as my thighs shake with pleasure and slight pain. I know that my cries are loud enough to wake the neighbors, but I don't care enough to stifle them. I feel so good, pussy throbbing around your hardness, constant stimulation on my clit. All too soon, I feel myself begin to reach that edge, and I try to stutter out permission, but I can't seem to form the words. Too much pleasure, too early in the morning, and you don't seem to notice my approaching orgasm. I grab your arm, moaning, and gasp out, Sir! just as it hits me, and I arch back, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, and you follow closely, cock jumping inside me as you continue thrusting, riding out your climax before becoming still.

I continue to bite my lip as you stare at me, my expression contrite, and I know you are thinking up a suitable punishment.

I know I'm not going to enjoy it.