"I
want ta kiss ye, little girl." His eyes had gone that familiar
dark green.
"I'm
yours." Was all I said, and then his lips were on mine. I
pushed against him, deepening the kiss.
What
fear was still there was battling with my growing desire, and Sean
could feel it. Breaking off our kiss, he said,
“Are
ye alright, pet?” Hearing that nickname again made me shiver.
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Somethin'
I said?” I nodded and he smiled. “My sweet pet.” I shivered
again. “Ye like that?”
“Yes,
Sir.” My voice shook.
“There's
somethin' else I've been wantin' ta say ta yew, little one, and I've
a feelin' ye have an idea what it is.”
My
breath caught in my throat, thoughts racing no matter what I did to
try to slow them.
“I
love ye, Annie.” As easily as he'd caused my thoughts to race, he
stopped them in their tracks.
“I
love you, too.” I whispered without hesitation and his lips were
on mine once more. Desire was winning out over fear.
“I
din'na want ta push ye.” He murmured when we came up for air.
“Please,
Sir.”
“Are
ye sure?”
“I
don't wanna be afraid anymore.”
“Pull
down tha sheets, love.” He got up and turned off the lights, the
sunset coming through the sheer curtains the only illumination left.
Shaking, I did as he asked.
I
lay down again, the sheets cool against my skin. Sean stood by the
bed, just looking at me for a few moments before he lay down next to
me, propped up on his side.
“I
din'na want ta hurt ye.” He said quietly. “And I'll nae go any
faster than ye want me to.”
I
nodded. He leaned in to kiss me again and I moaned just a little. I
was fighting with the images in my head, trying to force them out and
loosing. He felt the difference.
“Wha'is
it?”
“Images.
I need to hear your voice, please.”
“Please
what, pet?” His voice was gentle, coaxing.
“Please,
Sir.”
“Good
girl. That's my sweet girl, my pet.” He spoke softly, his fingers
tracing a path from my cheek, down my neck and around my left breast.
I gasped, my nipple tightening more the closer his fingers came to
it.
“It's
puckerin' for me, lass. Dew ye want me ta touch it?” He was
making large, slow, teasing circles around it.
“Yes,
Sir.” His finger barely brushed over the tip and I groaned. The
right one was starting to ache and I arched towards him. That same
finger was making it's way to my right nipple, leaving a tingling in
it's wake. He circled that one as he had done the left, and getting
the same reaction.
“Please...”
I whimpered.
“Please,
what, pet?
“Please
touch my nipple, Sir.”
“Good
girl.” He brushed the right just as lightly as he had the left. I
arched, wanting more and he pulled his hand back.
“Look
at ye, little girl, so needy. D'they hurt?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Ye
poor thing. My poor, sweet girl.”
Sitting
up a little, he took one breast in each hand and began to squeeze
lightly, almost kneading them. I moaned and arched, my hands making
their own kneading motions on the sheets.
“How
ready fer me are ye, pet?”
“I...I
don't know.” I could barely think.
“You
don't know, what?”
“Sir.”
I couldn't quite manage a full sentence.
“Spread
yer legs fer me, then, pet.”
Slowly
I did as he asked. He could see me shaking.
“It's
alright, little one. Just a bit more. It's alright, I'm not goin'ta
hurt ye.”
His
hand slid down across my stomach to cup between my legs. I let out a
trembling moan.
“I
can feel yer heat, pet. I bet yer wet fer me already. Dew ye want
me ta check?”
“Uh
huh!”
“Ye'll
have ta dew better than that, little one. Dew ye want me ta see how
wet ye are?”
“Yes,
please, Sir.”
“Yes,
please, what?”
I
repeated myself, louder.
“Nae,
pet, I think I need more this time.”
“I...I
don't...” I was foggy with desire and confused.
“Say
please, Master.”
I
froze, and he could see me tense.
“It's
alright, Annie, it's jest me. I jest want ta hear ye say it.”
“Pl...please,
Master.”
He
squeezed and I whimpered again.
“One
more time, love.”
“Please,
Master.” Much easier the second time, though my voice still shook.
“Good
girl, Annie.”
Barely
moving his hand, Sean slipped a finger between my lips, finding me
not nearly as wet as expected. Moving it away, he lay down and
pulled me to him, kissing me. I could feel his erection pressing
against my leg.
“Yer
jest fine, lass. I wont push ye, I wont rush ye.” He murmured
between kisses.
I
could feel a low ache starting to build.
“Please,
Master. Please touch me again.”
His
hand returned to it's previous location, gently stroking from top to
bottom, and I shivered. He focused on my clit for a moment and I
could feel my arousal growing at a steady pace.
“There
ye go, pet. I can feel ye getting' wet fer me. D'ye like that?”
“Yes,
Master.” My hands were kneading at the bed again, and I brushed
against his erection. An accident the fist time, I started letting
my hand creep closer, brushing my fingers along it's length.
“Ye
can touch it if ye like, pet.” He moved so that it was closer and
I wrapped my hand around it. “Ah, god, Annie. Jest yer hand feels
incredible.” He groaned. I could feel my wetness increase, his
finger sliding more easily.
“Please,
Master. I need something inside me.” I whispered. His finger
found my entry and slid inside, my hips automatically rising to meet
his hand.
“Dew
ye want more, pet?”
“Yes,
Master.”
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