Red Satin Sunrise

Lisa was incredible, and the knowledge that she was cleaning my cock almost straight from her mother's snatch... incredible. But my cock was sore, my balls were spent and I doubted even her talented throat was going to get me off again after the work out her mother had put me through.

So I hooked my finger in the D ring of her collar and pulled her toward me, "Come here."

I spoke softly and at first I didn't think she heard me. Finally she slowly pulled her mouth from around my cock. Her gaze was again locked with mine as she allowed me to guide her up my body. She straddled me as she did. There are advantages to a partner who knows you.

Still holding her collar, I put my hand in her hair and pulled her lips to mine. Her hands found my face as she kissed me. I could taste her mother on her lips, but it was Lisa that I was kissing. She licked my lips playfully, teasing me until I drove my tongue into her mouth. She sucked my tongue as expertly as she had my cock. Her hands slipped into my short cropped hair. She held my head as she kissed me deeply.

She broke our kiss, looked into my eyes; there were tears at the corner of hers. In that moment, the collar meant nothing. She spoke plainly and direct, "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. It's why I came here last night, to tell you."

I was sure she meant it, but... there were the facts to consider. Like the fact that she'd only come back when the guy she'd left me for dumped her for a girl from a family a little more wealthy, a little better connected. I didn't want to talk about what had happened, not then, "Later, alright?"

"Later?" she asked. What she meant was, 'There will be a later?'

'Yes," I answered even though I was anything but certain there would be.

She pressed her face into my shoulder. I felt the gently sobs. She'd meant it. She was truly sorry.

"But I don't know if there's going to be a now... I'm pretty well wiped here," I held her, let my hands run along her back.

She pulled her face from my neck, gave me an uncertain look.

"My cock is sore and my balls are empty," I admittedly bluntly.

"That's ok," she bit back a happy tear and brushed the back of her hand across her cheek. 'I understand."

"That doesn't mean you can't get what you deserve," I turned onto my side, "roll over."

She turned, placed her back to my chest. I slipped my arms around her, cradled her head on my biceps. I pressed my knee between her legs, raised it, and held her open to my exploration. Kissing the back of her neck I lightly touched the small tuft of soft, fine hair above her sex. I shifted lightly, let my cock rest against her bottom, cradled between her ass cheeks. When my fingers found her clit she gasped and pressed back against me.

"Have you taken care of my pussy while you were away?" I slipped back into the role of top.

"I kept it safe for you, master," she reached back over her head and ran her fingers through my hair.

Lightly, almost imperceptible, I brushed the tips of my fingers across her swollen lips, over her clit and through the small patch of hair above it. She moaned and pressed her gorgeous ass back against me. He lips were moist, needy and hot to the touch. I wanted to slip my fingers into her. It took all I had to deny both of us a quick release. She groaned low in her throat and shifted slightly, opening her legs wider for me. Her hips bucked against my hand, hungrily seeking my fingers.

I listened as her breathing grew heavier, needier. When the rhythm of her breathing echoed the motion of her hips, I slide my fingers, slick with her desire, down over her lips and across her brown eye. She made a noise that was simultaneously disappointed and aroused. She loved a cock in her ass. That morning was not the morning I was going to be shoving my bruised member in anyone's ass; including the wanton Lisa. I gently stroked the muscle of her back door, spreading her passion across it. Pressing very gently, I was careful not to penetrate her anally. When her movements changed and she was working her asshole against my finger tips, I abandoned her back door and moved my attention back to her wet, warm slit. Without hesitation, I pressed two fingers onto her.

"Oh, master..." she moaned, her hands clutching her hair.

I pulled my fingers from her heat and ran the drug them heavily from the bottom of her lips -just short of her ass- up to her clit and back again. I stroked her like that -in slow, deliberate motions- ever so slightly parting her lips and spreading her juices as I did. After just a few moments her slit was soaked and her firm nub had slipped forward, escaping the little hood that covered it. I lightly brushed my fingers across her most sensitive tissue then pressed the tips firmly into her mound just above her clit. Straddling it with the tips of my fingers, I rolled them in small, wet circles, massaging the shaft of her button more than the body of her clit itself.

"Does it make you hot to know that I fucked a woman who paid for my cock?" I remembered how she had reacted to the idea when I'd first agreed to take part in the auction. She'd fucked like a demon, asking me if I'd fuck the woman who bought me, how I'd fuck her, where I'd fuck her.

She nodded slightly, her hands still in my hair, her hips still working her sex against my hands. Her pussy lips were smearing her juices over my shaft as she moved. She let go of my hair with one hand, moved to touch her clit. I pinched her button almost painfully. Her breath caught in her chest as pain replaced pleasure.

"No," I said calmly. "You may not touch yourself."

"Yes, master," she whined, putting her hand back over her head and running her fingers through my hair.

I teased her a little longer, punishment for her presumption, then slipped two fingers back inside her. She moaned passionately and rocked her hips against my violation, trying to finger fuck herself. I pulled back every time she rocked forward, until she whimpered and relaxed into small, subtle movements. Then and only then, I prodded at her opening, brushing my thumb over her clit as I explored the throat of her vagina. I moved my free hand to play with her nipples, rolling and pinching them.

"May this girl touch you, master? May she-" she asked.

"No," I cut her off. This was about her, but I'd never admit it to her.

She was writhing beside me, sliding her lower lips and ass along my cock as she bucked her hips ever so slightly. I worked my fingers inside her; found the tiny cluster of wrinkled, sensitive skin that I knew would drive her over the edge. I never let up on her clit, running the rough pad of my thumb over it in demanding circles as I stroking her g-spot with the tips of my fingers. I was two knuckles deep in her and she was rocking against me with frenzied need when I slipped a third into her tight cunt.

"Don't you dare come without permission," I warned her in a stern voice, "You fucking come before I give you permission and I will throw you out without your clothes."

"Please, master, please..." she tried to beg but her mind was almost useless to her.

I continued to torment her g-spot and her clit. She was soaking wet, her desire running down the crack of her ass. It was hot against my sore cock. Her stomach was contracting ever so slightly and she was trying to make a coherent sentence but she couldn't put two words together. I let go of her nipple and grabbed her around the throat with my arm; seizing her throat in the bend of my elbow. I held her tight, tight enough to deny her a deep breath, sometimes tight enough to deny her breath at all. I felt her chest gasping, her hips bucking, her stomach clenching. I responded by pressing my pinky against her ass, shoving the tip ever so slightly into her brown eye.

"Come for me, slut," I whispered into her ear. "Come for me or I will stop."

I held her by the throat, listening to her body as I shifted beside her. I needed a better angle from which to finger fuck her. I pressed my pinky into her ass as I fucked her cunt with the other three fingers. She rocked and bucked. Her hands left my head, one grabbed at the sheets, the other grabbed my hip. Her nails sunk into my flesh.

"Come, damn you," I wished.

Her body convulsed, tightened. She stopped breathing. Her stomach muscles were rock hard. Her thighs clamped down on my hand; I kept up my violation of her sex as best I could. She would have doubled over if I hadn't held tightly to her throat and cunt. When I felt her release flowing over my fingers I counted slowly to ten, then released my grip on her throat. She gasped loudly, like someone who'd been underwater for too long. As air filled her lungs she shuttered beside me; another orgasm rocking her svelte frame. I held her as she came, wrapping both arms around her, my face in her hair. As her orgasm waned, she melted back against me. Her arms fell across her chest, holding me as I held her.

"Good, girl," I kissed the back of her ear.

"Can I stay?" the syntax told me it was Lisa asking, not my lusty sub.

"At least 'til breakfast," I knew I should have tossed her out. But she was so familiar in my arms.

""I'm so sorry," she lightly stroked my hand.

"Hush, I need to sleep," I kissed the back of her shoulder and closed my eyes.

She kissed my forearm softly and said nothing.

***

I woke up a little after 3:00 PM. The bedroom door was closed and I was nuzzled down under a blanket and comforter. The house was silent and if it hadn't been for the red sheets and black pillow cases, I would have thought I'd dreamt it all. Lisa's collar was resting carefully on the nightstand. Lisa... There was a quandary.

I had to piss. Reluctantly, I tossed the blankets aside and got out of bed. I didn't bother with underwear, just padded across the carpet to the door. As soon as I opened the door my sense of smell was assaulted by something incredible. I forgot the demands of my bladder and walked out into the kitchen.

Lisa was standing at the stove wearing nothing but one of my white dress shirts. She had the sleeves cuffed back and it hung down well below the curve of her ass, but left damn little to the imagination. She was stirring a pot of something on my stove that smelled too good to have come from my cabinets.

"About time you woke up," she smiled over her shoulder at me, resting the spoon on a small plate like thing I recognized but had never known the purpose of.

"What are you making?" I stepped up behind her.

"Potato soup," she turned, slipped her arms around my waist and kissed the side of my neck. "I figured it would last us a few days."

"What?" I must have looked and sounded as confused as I was.

"Have a look out the window," she spun me toward the living room.

I moved out into the living room. As I approached the window I heard Lisa open the refrigerator. The light from outside was intense and everything seemed to have a white hue to it. The snow was falling hard, almost sideways, and I could hardly see the river which was only a hundred yards away. Outside, the world was covered in a blanket of white. The cars in the parking lot were merely lumps in the otherwise flawless façade of winter.

"Fuck," I'd not expected this.

"Thirteen inches in the last six hours; the weather man says to expect almost two feet by the time it stops." Lisa came into the living room, a glass of orange juice in one hand. "Sheriff's already called a level three. They can't even get the plows out until they can get people into the city garage."

I looked from the window to Lisa. She was beautiful in the brilliant white light.

"Do I still have to leave after breakfast?" she asked sheepishly.

"Don't be that way, of course not. You're staying right here."

"Good," she smiled and came closer. She offered me the orange juice and something in her other hand.

I took the juice and she dropped a several vitamin tablets into my other hand.

"I had vitamins?" I asked, taking them, washing them down with the juice.

"Of course you didn't," she smirked.

I sat the glass in the sill of the big bay window.

"I borrowed them from Anna when I borrowed the milk for the potato soup," Lisa glided up nearer to me, "I told her I expected you to need all the nutrition you could get until they dig us out." She smiled wickedly as she closed her hand around my hard cock and pumped it slowly. "I expect... we're going to demand a lot of each other..."

Like mother like daughter I guess.