worried about much before, which was a large part of the reason why I so rarely made mistakes. Things tended to go better when I was relaxed.
Moved by spirits unknown, though likely also blinded by love, I took off my t-shirt, exposing my full canvas, including my ANGER tattoo. There was no point in hiding it. Morgan was going to find out eventually anyway, and I didn't want there to be any secrets between us.
If she noticed, she didn't let on. She waited for me to do whatever I wanted, like the good little pet she was.
Not wanting to disappoint her, my pants came off next. My cock was already rock hard as I approached the bed.
She gasped when she saw it, and I loved her reaction.
“Are you ready for my big cock in your tiny pussy hole?” I asked her.
“Yes, Master,” she said, and her response was music to my ears.
Chapter Ten - Morgan
I quickly scanned the room for cameras, but I didn’t see any. Giving myself to Adam was one thing, but doing it in front of a potential audience of millions was quite another.
I should have known he would keep his bedroom private. He probably insisted on it. Plus, it’s not as if the reality TV show was rated X. It still had to be somewhat cable friendly.
Adam didn’t touch me again for a while. I had no control, which was sexy enough in itself, but I also didn't actually have to do anything. I didn't know if it was the same with all Doms, but if Adam had a kink, it seemed to be that he derived as much pleasure out of giving orgasms than he did in having them himself. I'd already had several orgasms, or damn close to it, and he hadn't even instructed me to touch him yet.
I couldn’t really tell what was going on. His expressions in that moment were harder to read than Greek. Maybe it was something he did so his pets wouldn’t know what was coming next, like a kink version of a poker face.
I stared at the ceiling, bound and immobile, relying on my ears and nose to tell me what was going on and what might be coming next. The soft whoosh of his t-shirt came free from his beautiful body. I was a bit disappointed because I was kind of curious to see his infamous tattoos.
The next sound was of a fly going down and my attention was brought full force to the foot of the bed, where I assumed he would approach. Stroking his hands the length of my ribs several times, getting me into a blissfully relaxed state, Adam climbed up on top of me and rubbed the head of his beautiful cock against my well-prepared pussy.
Nuzzling my neck and giving the soft, sensitive flesh loving licks and nibbles, he pushed his large, hard cock inside me. He slipped himself deep into my pussy, almost to the hilt.
The sensation was amazing. It was intense but incredibly pleasurable. I closed my eyes and tried not to make a noise. Adam pulled back to a slightly more comfortable depth and started to move.
My eyes snapped open. Even though they couldn't see anything, the force of his fucking so strong it demanded attention as well as adoration. I wished I could have seen what was happening. Though, not being able to was probably part of the point.
He went harder. He pumped my pussy gradually faster until he had built up to a steady, moderate rhythm. I moaned.
For a moment, I was afraid he might cum in me. He wasn't wearing a condom that I could feel, and I hadn't been on birth control since long before Freya was born.
My fears were relieved when he eased out of my pussy and dumped his huge load right into my mouth. Swallowing it down, I took his magnificent cock in my mouth and pulled a second load out of him with my lips before sucking him hard again.
Despite his passion, I had the feeling he was holding back, as if there was more he wanted to do but it was like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. As far as I was concerned, there was no wrong thing and everything he did felt like magic.
It was weird, but it was as close to feeling like a princess as I had ever gotten. And not just because of the pony, which was still fucking amazing.
“I want to keep going,”