His hand caressed her cheek as his eyes bore deep into her soul. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and her mind began to wander. She found herself lost in memories of kneeling before him, her lips parted, worshiping his cock and breathing life into his flesh before he held her down and claimed her as his very own.
His lips brushed her flesh, just below her ear and she felt herself melt into his touch. The scent of her perfume was sweetly pungent and fueled his lust for the taste of her flesh. She sighed when she felt his lips on her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive nerves.
His hand cupped her breast and pressed it upwards, stimulating her arousal. She turned her head and her lips met his. Their tongues parted lips searching for the other’s. His free hand found the back of her neck and she became putty in his hands.
He slipped her robe from her shoulders and lowered his lips to her breast. As he suckled, she arched her back, offering him the very essence of her being. He slid his hand between her thighs and found her wanting for his touch. She parted her thighs in offering to his touch.
He paused long enough to disrobe and cover her. As he entered her, he kissed her again. He was drunk on her lust as their bodies found steady rhythm. When she arched her back and cried out with pleasure, he held her tightly in his arms. His seed spilled forth into her womb and she clung to his body longing to never let go. He captured her mind, her body, and her spirit. She would forever be a slave to the Master’s touch.