Alexander and Sabine – Part 1, by thistle
The day was clear as she stepped out of her morning shower, not toweling off as most would, leaving her hair wet as she quickly slipped her silk robe over her nude body. Quietly, she tiptoes out into the hallway, pausing to listen if there are any movements from the open door of the bedroom she occasionally shared with her Master, Alexander. Hearing nothing, but the steady sound of breathing, she walks silently down the hallway to the door at the end, opening it on quiet hinges to step out onto the balcony, the morning sun already peeking out over the horizon. She has always been an early riser and today was no different as she stands and raises her arms to the gentle breeze that pushes her robe aside for a feel of the flesh the previous night was abused, but she doesn’t stop to think about that. Her upraised hands reach out to the warmth of the sun, and her breasts rise and fall steady, nipples hardening and making her smile at the sensations as they rock her body gently, causing her to feel guilty sudenly.
Lowering her arms, she smiles a good morning to the day, and walks silently back into the house..to the door of the bedroom, and steps in. A ritual it might be as she stands near the bed and gazes down upon the one she loves and adorns above her own life. Noting the brown hair, slightly damp from some dream she thinks, to the serenity of a smile that graces his almost full lips..ones she shivers to think that make her obey so readily. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, bare, and sparce of hair, to the small perfectly formed nipples there, pink, but not too light a shade. Yearning to touch what is denied her, she sighs softly. Making no sound, she moves in beside his sleeping form, closing her eyes and awaits his wakefulness.
Alexander stirs in his sleep, she taking note of it, though not moving. An arm moves across her hip as she lies facing away from him, breath caught for a moment, tangled within her chest..daring not wake him in any other manner but his own. Though she thought he drempt, in fact, he was fully awake, and aroused ..not an unnatural thing to her, but, all the same ..she starts to tremble, the hand lying across her, moving to caress the flesh of her thigh, upwards, to slide along her arm, and shoulder ..pausing, then moving to her already aroused nipples, and she feels shame.
A soft whisper, yet harsh sounds in her ear, “What brought this about my little slave?”..he gruffs. Fingers grasp and painfully grip her right nipple, and she winces. Her eyes open, the pain nothing new to her, yet, always her heart beats madly within her chest at words spoken to her thus as she speaks through a small, squeeky voice..”I don’t know Master, perhaps your stirring created it?” …her voice dies, hoping this was the right thing to say.
No, it was not…for the sudden painful entry of his manhood crashes through her anus, searing her upon the flesh of his desires, and soft whimpers issue throughout the room ..her cries, she realizes. “And what, now? Is this cause for your premature reactions without permission..merited do you think my little slut?”, he laughingly asks. She moves not an inch from him, knowing best not to, and whispers, “..My Master, please, have mercy on me.” His laugh is heard across her ears, the terror striking her heart, knowing now…she has been caught.
The predawn light now cascades throughout the room, bathing the room in a dull red light, from the sheer curtains hanging over the windows. The glow reminds her of other nights spent in the throes of passion with him..her recall very vivid. Now, he turns with her, upon the bed..rising her ass in the air along with his still buried cock within her tenderness, and renders her completely helpless now..one hand shoving her face into the pillow to staunch her cries in a soft muffle. He takes her roughly, as is always his pleasure to do so. He thinks to himself as his loins cause a sweeping sensation of pleasure to rock him, and not wanting to just yet satisfy himself ..that indeed, he was very lucky to find this woman among the common folks of the streets and take her in to teach her the finer arts of pleasing a master, yes..he thinks to himself as he thrusts hard now into her tender flesh..lucky indeed. Her lush hips lie in wait before him as his hands grip them, almost to the point of causing undo pain and he grins wickedly to himself as he watches his cock moving in and out of her ass, the grip incredible, the sensations almost unbearable.
The light gathers stronger in the room, as does his thrusts and lust overtakes him, reaching around underneath her, pinching her nipples between forefinger and thumb, hard…hearing her muffled groan, caring not for her discomfort, or anything thereof, taking what he wants, almost in an unabandoned way. Pausing as he draws to the very edge, having that self control..he withdraws, yanking her hair and head up and off the pillow, turning her over with ease and pulling her head down to the hard throb of his cock..”Suck me bitch!”, ..is all he says. She covers his cock immediately in her liquid warmth, swallowing almost desperately, relieved for the moment of the pain.
Fingers still entangled in her damp hair, he rises her head, stopping her and covers her lips with his own, taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting as his kiss consumes her, drawing blood immediately as she winces…he, pausing to lean back, watching as the blood produces a drop she does not stop as it slides from her lower lip to her chin, and onto her right breast, seeming to sparkle as the light hits it, rolling gently over her nipple, and then it disappears…his lips moving, cover it and suckle greedily, having taken of her, lips moving upwards, in not too kind a manner, biting and nibbling along the flesh, he slowly draws a tongue over her lips, finishing the job and causing her to groan, the juncture of her thighs suddenly drenched.
She knows his desires, knows his lust …and most of all, knows the hunger she sees in his eyes as she dares a glance to them, briefly as it might be. He moves, from the bed, and stands, stretching..his cock standing straight and a good eight inches from his body. Seeing the slick coating of it she throbs, her clit engorged now as he turns from her, across the room and walks out of the bedroom …not to return for quite some time, leaving her to suffer her own frustrations of passion…
To Be Continued…
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