a short erotic fiction piece by Jayden

I felt his hand on my thigh. It was what woke me up.

I was lying on my stomach, as I often did, and I was dead asleep. But then his hand was on my thigh, and his nails dug in as he pulled my legs apart, moving me slightly more toward the center of the bed.

Who is he?

I know who he is.

He’s my Master. My Dominant. My world. I would let him take anything he wanted. I would give him my body with pleasure. And just then, he was using my body for his pleasure.

I felt his hand leave my thigh as he spread my legs further with his own. I groaned into my pillow. I was instantly wet, desperate to feel his cock inside me. And I didn’t have to wait. Sometimes he made me wait agonizingly long to be filled by him, but not tonight. Or is it morning? I don’t know. I don’t care.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, moaning into the fabric as his cock slid home. I could feel his balls slap against my bare pussy as he started thrusting inside me. He was so deep. It felt incredible. I started to move my hips back against him as he lay down on top of me, his whole body pinning me down.

“Good girl,” he growled in my ear as he slid one hand around my throat. He wouldn’t choke me like that, not hard, anyway. His other hand slipped under me and against my hip. “Who do you belong to, slut?” he asked.

“You, Master.”

“Do you like that I woke you up to use your body?”

“Yes, Master,” I groan. In no way was being disingenuous. I was so turned on. I loved when he did this, and he knew it.

“What do you want, slut?”

I groaned into the pillow again, buying myself a few seconds to process his question and formulate an answer. “I want you to cum, Master.”

“So soon?” he asked, and I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“No, Master, not right away.”

“Good,” he said, and he pounded harder into me. “I’m not quite ready yet.”

I kept thrusting back against him, rotating my hips the way he taught me.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Your cunt was made for me.”

“Yes, Master. My body is yours. All my holes.”

“Good girl,” he said again. He knew it was my favorite thing to hear.

“I’m yours, Master. Body, heart, and soul. All yours, Master. I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, slut,” he said, and then he sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

I groaned, but I loved it. I smiled when he started sucking, knowing that he would leave a mark and loving it. “Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” I groaned.

It was hard to keep track of how long he fucked me, but before I knew it, he was tensing up in the familiar way that I knew meant he was going to cum. It spurred me on to thrust harder against him.

“Yes, Master, fill my cunt with cum, please, Master!” I kept talking, tripping over my own words, telling him over and over again that I wanted his cum, until I felt the wash of it deep inside me. I groaned with appreciation and thrust harder against him as his thrusts slowed.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “My good girl.”

And I smiled because that was all I wanted to be—Master’s good girl. Just hearing him say the words brought me a joy nothing else ever had. I settled back in to sleep, his cum slowly dripping out of me and down my thighs. I drifted back to sleep, his body pressed up against mine, his cum all over my thighs, and my heart full of love and desire.

Thanks for reading! We’ll be back on Saturday with another chapter of Vacation!

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