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Click hereAs the words registered in Jared's mind, it was as if he snapped out of whatever shared physio-spiritual state he had been in. Suddenly pleasure, his pleasure, shot through his body like a jolt of electricity, and he fired spurt after spurt of hot cum into Laurel's throbbing, burning cunt.
They lay like that for a long time, Jared's flaccid member still inside her, Laurel's face nuzzled into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, both numbed from the endorphins they'd released. And then, in a voice that wouldn't have been audible had her ear not been so near his mouth, Jared spoke, unbidden, for the first time since he'd offered an excuse about her bath on their second night together.
"I love you, Mistress Laurel."
She waited for several seconds, expecting anger to well inside her, fury at this transgression, delight at the thought of inflicting an appropriate punishment. But she felt none of that.
"I know," she finally whispered. And she did know, now, what she had been wondering about more and more the past few weeks. She had known, she realized, all along.
Down the hall, Lydia, who had started out annoyed by her sister's cries of pleasure, had ended up aroused by them, and jealous of the apparently healthy sex life Laurel shared with Jared; jealous because her own marriage was far from satisfying sexually. Almost unconsciously, her fingers drifted down to her pussy, and she began to rub her clit, bringing herself to a rather desultory orgasm some minutes later. By then Laurel, an arm and a leg draped over Jared beside her, was already in a deep sleep.
The romance is alive in this dominant relationship... so beautiful
I am wondering how this can end now. I am also scared like Laurel that this relationship will change. As I read this (which I am thoroughly enjoying) I am becoming involved as if I am participating, and do not want the mistress/slave relationship to end. Infact, I want Laurel to become even more of his mistress with more demands with his punishments and humiliations. How I would want if I were Jared, more oral/body worship and even the swallowing of her body fluids. Hope I am not being too pretentious. I love your story.
i also thought that the reference to bowling was hilarious...i wonder now how her sisters roll will play out in this series...i love the way that you weave an inconsequential detail into the story.
Sorry, but she physically wounded him, drawing blood, within the first few days of his servitude. Now the reader is supposed to believe that the slave sees portions of his servitude as a game? He is dissociated and she is a psychopath.
I'm glad you found the time to develope your charcters after all.
Thank you
This is a wonderful story - please, please keep it going! Five stars for your amazing work.
Well, that is what a writer does...and you do it well!
I look forward to the rest of it.