2 CHAPTER TWO
Kayla waited in her room for what seemed forever. Terrified. And yet, dying inside.
Dying to know more about her new master.
Dying to have him walk through the door.
She closed her eyes.
Kayla, came a velvet voice from deep within the shadows.
“Yes, master,” she whispered.
And suddenly he was there behind her, his mouth against her ear. “I am a man of great appetite. And I know you, Kayla. I know how to excite you. With you, words are music, words are better than caresses. I know that deep inside you, is the respect my acknowledgement, of your own mind and your own intellect. But if truth be known, I also care for your femininity and I desire to be inside you…”
Then he said not another word, he just acted. He pulled away the spaghetti straps of my gown, unbuttoned the bodice of my dress and gravity pulled it down as it fell to the floor into layers of folds that draped around my feet it. With one finger he drew a line up from my fingertips to my shoulders. Drawing the line back down to my upper arms where he squeezed his hands hard against the curve of my shoulder.
“If you want it this bad, you’re going to take it, my sweet Kayla.”
And at his words, she began pulsating again. He spun her around, as dizzy circles formed in her head. She felt off balance and needed him to steady her center. He lifted her in the air with his strong arms and brought one her left breast to his mouth, suckling harshly at her nipple and letting it plop out of his mouth loudly. “Take me out,” he growled.
He grabbed Kayla again and began alternately kissing and sucking softly at her neck while he fondled her breasts hard in his hands.
And Kayla did so in ultimate joy and happiness. Then he spun her around again… she felt like a child at a funhouse mirrorland, and giddy with pleasure. He pressed her back against his chest.
“Pump me, Kayla. I know you know how to do it.”
He took her hand and led it backwards to his long, thick masculinity, and she began to stroke him as he reached underneath her dress and into her panties to stroke her softly. She was shaking against him, it felt so good the way he fingered her wet, quivering femininity.
The harder Kayla stroked him, the harder he fingered her, and he pressed his mouth harder to her ear, telling her naughty things in that voice that made her want to cum with longing and passion. She was so aroused and the blood was rushing in her ears.
As he spoke, she could only make out but only a few phrases. “I’m going to take you now, in every way that I can… Your sweet little ass is mine... I’m going to fuck your brains out and you’re going to take every bit of me...”
Kayla was whimpering already and pumping away at her master’s dick frantically. He lifted her again and took her to the bed in his arms. He laid her down with an undeniable hunger on her back as he covered her with himself. Pushing his finger through her silky panties, he tears away her lacey panties. Placing his head fall between her thighs, he didn’t kiss her there, instead he bites her inner thighs leaving gently teeth marks. Her desire for him is driven by her own hidden lust. Her master travels upwards, biting his way along, between the hollow of her breasts, eventually reaching both her lips and tongue.
“Come here,” he says. Kayla can’t believe it the strength of her attraction for her kidnapper. He lifts her again and brings her vagina down onto to his face, kissing and licking her softly but without mercy.
“Oh, master,” she cries. “It feels so good... Oh my god.” She isn’t sure how she gets to this place of desire, but she can’t seem to help her ravenous desire for him either. What has she become…?
Gently but deliberately, he positions her where she can suck him as he has pleasured her. Oh, the pleasure as his tongue licks between her folds, is an unstoppable build of pleasure. He opens her wide for his viewing and locates the center of her sexual being. Tonguing her there, then fingering and massaging her forcefully. Her yearning grows without regard. What she knows now more than she could have imagined is how much more she wants of him… she wants more, more, more…
Kayla moans as she sucks him up and down, feeding herself with his manly member, straining to get every inch of him inside her and yearning for him to cum. That’s when he pushes her gently away from him and holds her up, and in one effortless motion, impales her with his long, throbbing penis.
”Oh god, Kayla, that’s it, baby. Take all of my pleasure.”
Kayla moans in pleasure. Oh, he knows how to move her up and down him. Sliding her fully up and down, his dick was slickened with her wetness. He keeps whispering to her, his lips directly at her ear, such sensual, sexual things, and it seemed that every word was accented with his deliberate thrust. Her vagina became his pussy and his penis became her cock…
Finally, it seemed he was nearing his end. “I’m going to cum, Kayla, turn around. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum….I’m cumming right nowwww…”
“Please,” she moaned, as he stood and she knelt down for him. “Please cum for me, master.”
He started moaning hard and pumped himself for her. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Pearlized strands of cum burst from him and in her open mouth, and she softly grabbed him to milk him with her mouth for every last drop. As she did, he jerked and twitched in acute pleasure. This was the control she enjoyed, watching him come apart by what she could do to him. This was truly her pleasure to enjoy…
And for some reason, the tears began running hotly down her face. Kayla could feel his presence turning away, he was leaving her before he could recover from his orgasm. She could feel it in the air, in the language of his body, some unknowable rhythm.
Yes master, she thought. Fuck me hard then leave me coldly so you can haunt me forever.