Blue Fire Ch. 02

My master suddenly rose and brought me to my feet, turning me around to bend me over the side of the tub. I gripped the edge and stuck my butt out towards him, my pussy begging to be filled.

"Marie!" he growled, grabbing me under the waist to line myself up with the tip of his penis. I waited as he pushed into me, the head lodging into me slowly, followed by inch by Inch of solid cock. I threw my head back in satisfaction, the fire within me being stoked even higher.

A high pitched wail wisped through my throat, the Master ending his penetration, our bodies one. He kissed me before he restarted his movement, our lips only meeting for a moment.

He pushed into me faster and faster, our thighs meeting over and over again with a solid smack. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he brought my ass back to meet his thrusts. I pushed back into him as he fucked me, forcing every inch of him inside me.

I whimpered as he grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist to pull my head back. He bent over me to kiss me, forcing his tongue past mine into my mouth. The heat of his mouth traveled down my spine to meet the fire he was pumping into me with his rod, the resultant explosion sent shockwaves throughout my body.

My legs shivered, soon buckling underneath the Master. He took the opportunity to mount me like an animal, savagely plowing into me with abandon. Tears of pleasure and pain ran down my cheeks as he finally found his release. His cock throbbed within me like a piece of an engine, violently expending its payload into the very depths of my womb.

He released my body like a child finished playing with a rag doll, my limp form sliding onto the tub. The water fell upon my back, its dribble drowning out the pounding of my heartbeat within my chest.

The Master fell back into the opposite edge of the tub, his extremity hanging heavily between his legs as he recovered from his orgasm. He reached up to point the faucet to spray away from my face. He chuckled deep and long before he scooped me up and sat with me in the tub. The water showered upon our backs as I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Fuck, girl," he swore. "You are wonderful."

I could only hum into his shoulder in response, I was so weak from my orgasm. He pet my shoulder and praised me for making him feel so good. I murmured my thanks in return but found myself lapsing into sleep under the relaxing shower.

"Oh, my," he said. "We got very... off track."

The Master laid me against the wall of the tub before he plugged the drain. Once the water reached our chests he shut the water off. My head lay over the edge of the tub, dazed as he began to wash me.

I opened my eyes, and bleary eyed, I saw steam rise from my lips.

The rest of the bath was a lucid blur. The Master washed us quickly and carried me to bed.

He unwrapped the towel from my body and laid the covers over me, sleep already coming over me.

"Goodnight, Marie."