I stuttered past the fear in my throat, “Master?” I couldn’t feel him or hear him and the room felt dark and closed in. XXX “Please,” I murmured from under his palm “I am scared”
He reared back and slapped me. He walked back over to me, his eyes smoky as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. I he pinched my left nipple. It was the dead of winter and I undressed slowly, peeling my black lace panties over my ample hips and ass, feeling them rub gently over my pussy releasing my lips and pierced clit. “Do you like this, slut?”
Yes, yes I did like it, heat built up between my thighs and I released a soft moan. I heard a whisper far off, a moan carried in on the wind although I felt no breeze.
