I
was still hesitant about swimming at night, but I knew he'd be there
with me and I knew that this estate was completely safe. I changed
and followed him out to the pool. The heater had been turned on for
us, the lights off and it felt surprisingly like swimming the pond
I'd grown up with when I'd go swimming at night in the middle of
summer. Sean reclined against the edge of the pool as I did several
laps, waiting for me to surface. When I finally did, he motioned for
me to join him.
“Enjoying
the water, pet?” There was that name again, and the wave of desire
to go with it.
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Enjoying
bein' m'pet?”
“Yes,
Sir.” I couldn't help giggling, the wetness building between my
legs again.
Sean
pulled me against him, kissing me hard. My arms went around his
neck, eyes closed, loosing myself in the moment. They flew open
again when I felt his hand between my legs, nudging my bathing suit
aside.
“Here,
Sir?” I looked around nervously.
“Din'na
worry, pet, no one can see us.”
“Yes,
Sir.” My voice was shaking again.
He
held me close, one finger circling my clit. Sliding two fingers
inside, he murmured,
“My
sweet pet. So ready again.”
“Yes,
Sir. I...I can't help it!” I gasped.
“I
din'na want ye tew, pet. I love knowin' ye get wet fer me sew
easily.” His fingers were moving, his thumb making firm little
circles on my clit. “Now, cum fer me, pet.”
I
shuddered against him as the orgasm hit.
“Good
girl, Annie. That's my good pet.” He kissed me again, pushing in
a third finger. I groaned against his mouth.
“Ye
like bein' full like that, pet?”
“Yes,
Sir.” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Cum,
pet.” He kissed me to stifle the moaning he knew was coming, which
only served to intensify the moment.
“Good
girl, pet.” I could feel his lips moving against mine as he spoke.
“Cum fer me, pet. Tha's it, keep cumming.” His fingers wiggled
and pumped, his thumb insistent. My body obeyed his order, my mind
going foggy and blank.
After
several minutes of near continuous orgasm, he stopped and withdrew
his fingers. I felt desperately empty. With little effort he pulled
me to the stairs and carried me from the pool, setting me down on a
chair to dry me off.
“Dew
ye want more, pet?”
I
nodded.
“Can
ye walk?”
“I...I
think so.”
“Follow
me.”
On
trembling legs I followed Sean from the poolside patio back to our
suite. Once we were out of our wet bathing suits, Sean pulled back
the covers on the bed and motioned for me to lay down. Turning off
the lights, he joined me, pulling me against him.
“I
love yew, Annie.” I could just barely see his face in the pale
light coming through the window.
“I
love you too, Sean.”
“I
want ye ta feel safe with me, safe bein' mine.”
“I
do. Actually, I think I feel safer knowing I'm yours.” My voice
was barely a whisper.
“Can
I hear ye say it?”
“I'm
yours, Sir.”
“Yes,
ya certainly are little one. And I'll nae let anyone hurt ye again.”
“Thank
you.”
“Sew,
ye really like it when I call ye pet?”
“Yes,
Sir.” The trembling returned.
“Dew
ye still want more, pet?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Such
a horny little pet, aren't ye?” He pressed his hand between my
legs, feeling the heat there. I nodded.
With
little prodding my legs opened and his fingers were inside me, Sean
propped up on his other arm so he could see my face. Within seconds
I was panting under him, my hips moving on their own. It began
again.
“Cum,
pet.” Those words were all it took to push me over the edge each
time he said them until I was a quivering, incoherent puddle on the
bed.
“Dew
ye want me inside ye, pet?” His voice cut through my haze of
pleasure. I nodded.
“I
can'na hear ye, pet. Say yes, Master.”
“Yes,
Master.” I barely managed to get the words out.
“Tell
me what ye want, pet.”
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