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woman. The man could smell it he said, the pulsing need between her legs – the wetness of her slick pussy aching to be filled with his hard cock. He wasn’t wrong. Trish could feel that gentle throbbing of heat that wouldn’t go away inside.
     
    His hands crept up possessively over her thighs and to her ass squeezing it taut. Then he craned an arm around Trish’s waist and smacked that owned ass hard enough to make her yelp. His every touch was firm and meaningful; making her heart beat just a few steps faster as his hot breath licked at the nape of her neck. Sucking gently Trish welcomed the shivers all across her body. Not my weak spot, she thought. He was opening every lock with a skeleton key.
     
    The man pulled a violet wand from his pocket, waving it tauntingly in front of Trish. “Be good,” he warned before putting it back. He started to remove his clothes, beginning with his belt and commandingly snapped his fingers at Trish. “Kneel.”
     
    Miss Arthur bent the knee quickly and gracefully. Watching careful as her Master undressed in front of her, squirming a little as the man removed his belt. She knew the sting of it very well.
     
    The man unbuttoned his shirt one by one before tossing it to the side, exposing his unremarkable chest. He was not a muscular man, rather lean, standing at only five and four. “Good,” he remarked while circling Trish.
     
    The master expected that if the he spoke, that his dog would listen. Most of the bite having long since left the man’s favored pet, yet embers of her nature remained.
     
    Trish straightened her back and bound her wrists together behind herself, noticing that she had forgotten.
     
    The man roped his belt around Trish’s neck and pulled tight upwards. “Rise scum.”
     
    Constriction was all that she could think about, feeling the taut pressure around her neck – her chin reaching up as high as it could in response. She could see him looking down at her, her nerves flaring and her heart beating faster.
     
    The man narrowed his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He tugged on the makeshift leash demanding she get up. “Cunt.”
     
    Trish whined in return, pulling herself up from the floor – the sting on her knees still fresh. The man removed the belt from her neck and turned her with a firm hand to face him. His eyes, gray-green, inspected every inch of his property; one hand tracing along the curves of her skin. Then, he retrieved the violet wand from his pocket, snaking it up her thigh with eyes locked on her – discarding the belt.
     
    Her hair bristled on end, but she did not tremble. Not anymore. The violet wand moving along the curves of her skin, underneath her breasts and between the contours of her legs. The man pressed down on a subtle button that made a sharp clicking noise. With a violent burst the wand came to life in a wicked jolt, biting along her pelvic region. Even for as many times as she had felt it, Trish still could not help but loose a whine.
     
    With one quick motion the man drew Trish to his body and wrapped his free arm around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder close to her neck. He traced the wand wolfishly in circles around his pet’s clit. “Show me how much you’ve learned,” he growled.
     
    Snap. The wand kissed her thigh, dangerously close to the lips of her pussy. Trish flinched in the embrace of her Master.
     
    His lips twisted to a cruel jape of a smile. “You remember what to do don’t you?” He said in a dark, silky voice, petting up and down the length of her wet slit – making it slick with desire. The man pushed a finger inside of her tightness and pressed against the walls of her sex making sure to tease her slowly.
     
    She could feel the hardness of his erect cock pressing up against her ass as he fingered her to the knuckle. “O-of course master,” she purred with hesitation, feeling confident and scared that she could not give him what he wanted.
     
     
     
    The man removed his finger