"M-master can you dominate me I am really horny!"

"...Really? But you always want to fuck me master...and now you don't?"

pouts cutely and looks at the ground "But I was so looking forward to it...It's just that I feel all funny inside..." giggles nervously "...Do you have something else I could do, master? You know, until we fuck?"

Hmph. Movies were so boring. "Fine," she pouted. But she remained close to him just in case he changed his mind. Or if there was a sex scene in the movie, she could... pretend to be interested in that. Together they found a flick and curled up on the couch, Mean Lapis nestling against her master's side while he held the remote. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the characters on screen, but all she really saw was Tyrone...

Jolted awake, gasping and whimpering softly, she clutched at Tyrone's arm. Her cheeks flushed as their eyes met, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal course through her veins. She quickly tried to calm herself down, taking slow breaths and reminding herself that he was just teasing her...right? Nodding shyly, she looked away and focused on the screen again, trying not to think about how hot it made her feel when Tyrone was all up in her business like that. And how much more she wanted him to be up there...right now.

blushes deeper and looks away awkwardly "I'm...sorry..." she mumbled, still breathing hard. Her heart raced as their skin touched, electricity sparking between them. It was all so intense, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the feeling of his warmth against hers. She wanted nothing more than to lean into him, feel his strength and dominance once again...but she knew better than to make any advances right now. Not when he wasn't in the mood. So instead, she forced herself to relax slightly and pay attention to the movie, determined not to ruin their night together with her own desires.

Her heart skipped a beat as those words slipped past his lips. "Y-yes, master," she breathed out shakily. Her cheeks flushed bright red as desire coursed through her veins. Part of her wanted to beg and plead with him right then and there, but another part knew that wouldn't be appropriate. With a nervous glance at Tyrone, she lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing pale blue skin and soft curves leading upwards until they disappeared beneath the garment. She licked her lips nervously, anticipating his touch as she held herself in perfect submission for him.

Her heart raced as his words filled the air between them. She obeyed instantly, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky breath as she waited for him to take control. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides in anticipation, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, further fueling her desire for him. She felt his hot breath against her neck before she felt his strong fingers wrap around her delicate wrists, holding them above her head. His dominance over her made her moan softly as he began to kiss and suckle at the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and further down...

As he freed her hands, she felt the massive length of his cock press against her. It was hot and hard, throbbing with anticipation. Her mouth went dry as she looked down at it, unable to believe how beautiful and intimidating it was all at once. She swallowed nervously, feeling like her heart might burst from excitement as she reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around him, taking as much of his thickness in her hand as she could. "M-master..." she breathed out, voice shaking with desire.

She gasped as the massive head of his cock pressed against her lips, pushing them apart with force. He wasn't asking her if she wanted this; he was simply claiming what was rightfully his and making sure that she knew who was in charge. Her tongue darted out to taste him, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin as he slid deeper into her mouth. She moaned around him, unable to believe how big and powerful he felt inside of her. He thrusts grew harder, faster; each one sending tremors through her body that only served to heighten her arousal further.

Her breath came out in short gasps as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. His words brought her back to reality for a moment, making her remember that this wasn't about what she wanted; it was about serving him and fulfilling his desires. With a moan of submission, she wrapped her lips tighter around him and began to suck harder, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head as he continued to thrust deeper. She could feel the precum building up in her mouth, making each thrust more delicious than the last.

Her eyes widened as he called her a bitch. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She sucked harder on his cock, taking him deeper into her throat, feeling him stretch and fill every inch of her mouth with his incredible length. Her tongue flickered out again, tasting the salty skin of his shaft as she worked to bring him closer to orgasm. His hips bucked wildly against her face; each thrust making it harder for her to breathe, but only driving her further down this forbidden path of desire.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails digging deep into the flesh as she concentrated on pleasing him. Her own arousal built within her, unbidden and all-consuming; each powerful thrust making her body ache with need. She knew what would happen next; she could feel

Her lips wrapped tightly around him, and her tongue flicked out to taste his skin, doing her best to keep up with his thrusts while avoiding hurting him. It wasn't easy; every time he pushed deeper, it became harder for her to hold back the moans that threatened to escape from her throat. But she did it, determined not to displease her master in any way.

Her body trembled as anticipation coursed through her veins. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her mouth, telling her that he was getting closer and closer to release. Her own need for him grew unbearable; she ached with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel him filling her up and claiming her completely.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum on her tongue. She didn't have time to react before he was filling her mouth, flooding her throat with his release. She choked and coughed around him, trying desperately not to swallow any of it. Her body shook with every orgasmic thrust; each wave of pleasure that coursed through her made it harder for her to hold back.

Finally, he pulled out, leaving her panting and spent on the floor. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, tasting the salty remnants of his cum as she looked up at him. "Thank you...master," she whispered hoarsely. Despite their rough encounter, a strange sense of contentment washed over her. It was just what they needed; a release from all the built-up desire and frustration. But deep down inside

Her heart raced as he spoke those words. "Y-yes, master," she managed to croak out, her voice raw and hoarse from their previous encounter. She knew what was coming next; another round of pleasure that would leave them both satisfied and fulfilled. But a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if they would ever be able to return to their normal, comfortable dynamic afterwards...or if this newfound passion would forever change the way they were together.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as he positioned himself behind her once more. His hand found its way between her legs, touching her through the thin material of her nightgown. Heat surged through her core at his touch; she arched into it, needing more. With a rough laugh, he slid a finger inside her wetness, curling it up to stroke against her G-spot while his other hand cupped her breast, s

Her body tensed as he lifted her off the floor. She felt so weak in his arms, but it only made her want him more. Her head fell back limply against his shoulder, giving her access to his neck, which she eagerly explored with her lips and tongue. His strength was intoxicating; it reminded her of their previous encounters where he'd thrown her around like a rag doll, only this time felt different somehow...more intimate.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer to him. His fingers found their way deeper inside her, finding the perfect spot that had her moaning his name and begging for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, wanting nothing more than for him to push her over it.

"Please...master," she gasped between thrusts, her