I have no idea what time it was when we finally managed to sleep, but sleep we did, and now morning has arrived, bringing with it the realisation that, unfortunately, at some point, the dream has to end. How am I supposed to go back into the “normal” world now, I wonder, after experiencing everything that I did last night? I'm still practically riding the euphoric wave of pleasure, pain and fantasy, and I'm coming to the realisation that I may have a bit of a lingering crush on Sir. I mean, his intensity and stamina and general hotness notwithstanding, we also seemed to genuinely click on a fundamental level, and now I have to say goodbye? It almost doesn't seem fair.
Sir lies next to me, an arm draped over my waist, a leg thrown over mine. It's comfortable and familiar, and I kinda like it. This is obviously very different to how my relationship works with Master. It's more of a…working relationship - intimacy isn't usually given or required. Whereas Sir seems to crave closeness and intimacy to accompany his deliciously beastly depravity. I can only imagine the places he would and could take me, and it makes me smile.
“I so want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours Kitty,” of course he would be awake and staring at me.
I turn my head on the pillow to look at him, and see a big grin on his face as well, “good morning Sir,” I say, before planting a light kiss on his nose, “I hope you slept well,” I say this to Master each morning when he joins me in the kitchen….”shit!!”
I jump out of the bed like a crazy person and bolt out into the lounge area, not bothering to worry about clothes, or hair, or toileting, to find Master in the kitchen, dressed in his black shirt and dress pants, sipping a coffee. I immediately fall to my knees in submissive pose. Master made his own coffee. I have shamed myself and him. I am going to be unbelievably punished.
Master's bare feet come into my view, and my lip begins to tremble. I'm not scared or worried, I'm utterly embarrassed and upset. I always rise before Master and prepare his coffee and breakfast. He rests his hand on top of my head and strokes my hair. He kneels before me and lifts my chin.
“Little One, it's OK. Truly. I wanted you to rest. I had no idea this would make you so upset,” he lightly runs his fingers down my cheek, looking deeply into my eyes. He really looks genuinely concerned, and I touch his cheek gently. He smiles, then holds out a hand for me, “I've had some time to think over things this morning, so I didn't wake you when I got out of bed. I'd like for us to have a rethink of our current relationship…”
“Please Master, no, I'll do better, I promise…”
“Baby.” The command in his tone shut that shit down immediately. “Calm yourself. That's not what I was meaning. What I was trying to say, was that I feel that after last night, our dynamic has shifted, and I'd like us to look at and explore our relationship differently. I enjoyed myself last night. Thoroughly. Moreso than I have done in a long time. I didn't feel the need to be constantly in control, and it was a genuine pleasure to watch you being absolutely ravished by The Beast,” he pauses, smiles, takes my hand, “Baby, I want to be able to enjoy your company and your sassy little mouth, without the need to direct you or discipline you…oh, don't worry,” he grins when he sees my eyebrows rise, “You definitely won't be above punishment Little One, but you also deserve to be treated like something precious,” I narrow my eyes, wondering if this is another test, and he laughs out loud.
Sir appears in the doorway, doing the buckle up on his belt, his shirt still wide open and unbuttoned. I look to Master and smile, before moving toward Sir and begin doing up his buttons. He looks up from his belt and gives me a lopsided grin, “thanks Kitty.” I motion with my finger for him to come closer, bring my mouth close to his ear, and quietly whisper my name. He pulls back to look at me, then leans in, and sets me on fire with his name on a warm breath in my ear, “You blush very prettily,” he says with a wink, and I smile and continue with his buttons, “it's too hard to say goodbye to you,” I stop what I'm doing and look at his face, “like, literally. My cock is so fucking hard, I literally can't say goodbye to you,” Master and I both crack up with laughter.
I move my hands from Sir's shirt buttons, and make quick work of undoing the belt he just did up. In no time his pants are a silky black pool on the floor, and I'm kneeling in front of Sir with his throbbing cock in my hand, “do you mean this cock Sir?” He nods his head and licks his lips, “should I put it in my mouth?” I ask, stroking it from the head right to the shaft. He nods his head again, and I smile as I take the him between my lips, flicking the underside with my tongue, and then rolling my tongue around the edge. I look up at him as I take him in further, but he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, resting his hand on top of my head. I take that as a sign that I can just go for it, and so I do. I absolutely love sucking cock, taking it in as deep as I can, rolling his balls in my hand, listening to the sounds of his pleasure…
“Fuck Kitty I'm gonna cum,” oh, I know, so I get myself ready for it, swallowing a couple times, and then he explodes in my mouth, holding on to the doorframe for dear life, pumping his hips as I take it all, not stopping even when he's finished, just because I can, “whoa, whoa, whoa, Kitty you can stop now…ah fuck…” I'm lightly grazing with my teeth as I come back up off his delicious cock.
“Come here Baby,” Master growls behind me, “I need you,” Holy shitballs, just hearing that makes my pussy pulse with need. I swivel around on my knees, to find Master's cock right in front of my face. I take it greedily, without warning, “Ah fuck! Yes BabyGirl…” I literally swallow his cock and go at it like a woman possessed. He won't last long, not with my Vixen in charge. I feel the pulse of his cock and know that he's ready, so I grab his balls and gently squeeze while ramming his cock to the back of my throat, “Take it all Baby, I don't want to see you waste a drop,” Master's beast snarls, lurking at the surface. I look up into his eyes and give his balls a gentle squeeze. His load hits the back of my throat, neither of us dropping eye contact, I swallow and swallow and swallow, until he gives one final jerk of his hips and pulls out of my mouth.
“Jesus Kitty, two loads in 10 minutes, that's pretty impressive,” Sir winks at me, “I'm definitely not straining my pants now, so thank you,” he helps me up from my knees, and then folds me in his arms, with Master joining us at my back.
“It's time now Sir,” Master says quietly over my shoulder.
“I know.” Sir looks down at me and then passionately kisses my mouth, “mmm you taste like sex,” he licks his lips then kisses me on the forehead, “I wish we could stay here forever…I don't want to say goodbye.”
“Then don't,” Master says, “how about see ya later?”
“That does sound better,” I agree.
“Sweet, I'll see ya later then,” Sir gives me one last peck on the cheek, gives Master a clap on the shoulder, and then heads for the door. He doesn't look back, which is probably a good thing. I turn to Master, placing my hands on his chest.
“Are we leaving too? Maybe we could give him a lift somewhere?” which comes out as a whine. I cringe, Master hates whiney little babies.
“I'm sure he's fine Baby, let's get you dressed, and then we can check out,” Master moves away from me and pulls his pants back up. Then he looks at me and raises an eyebrow, which roughly translates to And why are you still standing there.
I pout and stomp. He laughs and shoos me away. I turn towards the lounge area, looking at the couch, seeing visions of Sir literally eating me out. So hot. I have a feeling that this definitely won't be the last time.
