M.Aster's Secrets: A Mind Melt

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. It had all started with a simple suggestion, a playful challenge from my lips. Now, she lay entangled in my arms, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, the aftermath of our encounter still clinging to her skin like a second layer of clothing. I’d been experiencing this strange intrusion into her thoughts lately, a persistent, insistent voice whispering in her mind, guiding her actions, amplifying her desires. It was unsettling, a violation of sorts, yet undeniably exhilarating. The power dynamic shifted subtly, a silent agreement between us forged in the heat of passion.

As she shifted slightly, seeking a more comfortable position, I gently adjusted her body, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her hips. The memory of her pleasure, the frantic push to reach the peak, played in my mind, a delicious echo of the intense experience we'd just shared. Her moans, amplified by the storm outside, were a constant reminder of her submission, her complete surrender to my control.

“So, what do I get?” she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of defiance. It was a question born from the recent realization that this wasn’t just about physical pleasure anymore; it was about power, dominance, and the intoxicating thrill of possessing someone's thoughts, their very essence.

“Get on the bed,” I replied, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body. The bed, a king-sized masterpiece of velvet and leather, felt both luxurious and vulnerable in the aftermath of our shared intimacy. As she rose, her movements slow and deliberate, I followed, locking the door behind us, ensuring our private world remained undisturbed.

I crawled towards her, my movements deliberate, calculated, each step designed to heighten her arousal. As I drew closer, I began kissing her legs, my lips tracing the delicate lines of her thighs, igniting a familiar heat that radiated through her body. Her skin tingled under my touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It was a deliberate act of dominance, a way to assert my control even as I savored the sensations she offered.

We kissed passionately, our tongues weaving a dance of pleasure and submission. I captured her face, drawing her mouth into mine, the taste of her arousal sweet and intoxicating. The world narrowed to just the two of us, locked in a primal embrace, lost in the intoxicating swirl of lust and desire.

My hands moved swiftly, taking her arms and pinning them to her head, restricting her movement while simultaneously focusing her attention on me. The tension in her muscles was palpable, the anticipation building with each passing second. I gripped her face with one hand, straddling her right leg, pushing my thigh toward her pussy with the other. The heat intensified, the pressure building, threatening to break the dam of her restraint.

Breathed my hot breath on her ear and rimmed it with my tongue, teasing her senses, sending shivers down her spine. My teeth teased her earlobe, drawing a small, involuntary cry of pleasure, before whispering, "Grind your pussy on my leg." Her body responded immediately, her hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust a silent invitation to deeper pleasure.

I could feel her juices lubricating my thigh, a welcome sensation that further fueled our mutual arousal. Nibbling on her ear again, licked inside it, sending goosebumps the whole way down her body and between her legs. My kisses and tongue made their way down her neck to her collarbone, sending another shiver down her back. She moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more, a confirmation of her complete surrender to my will. "Stop. Not until I say so." Now she knew the game, the unspoken rules that governed our twisted pleasure.

With my hands on her arms, I began kissing her neck slowly down to her chest, my touch lingering on her sensitive skin, prolonging the anticipation. I released her arms, but she knew not to move them, maintaining the position, awaiting my next command. I took both of her breasts and pushed them together, the feeling of their combined warmth spreading across her body, igniting a fresh wave of desire. Then I sucked and licked on each of her nipples until they were rock hard and began to leak, the salty fluid a testament to her arousal. My tongue traced the shape of each breast, then continued south, down her stomach, down to her thighs. She felt a rush as my mouth neared her flower, it was so close she could almost feel it. My hot breath passed right over her lips, but I kissed her thighs instead. I licked up both of them toward her opening, each time stopping before I touched her labia. I kissed around the top and beside until her pussy was hot with frustration.

And then she felt it! A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped through her body, overwhelming her senses, pushing her closer to the brink of orgasm. The memory of her voice, her frantic pleas, echoed in my mind.

*Oh, thank God! There it is.*

My wet tongue, fat and flat, slowly pushed against her lips and then -

*Yes!*

-an upward lick toward her clit. Her body arched in anticipation, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

*Oh, God, he’s finally licking my pussy. Please, don’t stop, no more foreplay.*

I stopped abruptly, repositioning myself to reach under and over her leg, playing with the top of her clit with one hand, teasing her with the promise of what was to come.

*Thank God he was only changing positions.*

She felt me begin small circles over the top of her clit, but my tongue returned to her nub and began long, slow, wet strokes. More warmth flooded her pussy. She was now thoroughly aroused and drenched.

*Right there, yes, perfect. God, that feels so good. Mmmm, you treat me so well. Oh, shit, he’s going faster. Faster. More pressure. Faster.*

Full stop! My tongue and hand. Everything. Stopped. Just as she was cresting, everything just ceased. A rush of warmth coursed through her vagina and disappeared, leaving her aching.

My hand quickly pushed her knees together and her legs over to one side, then I smacked her ass hard.

*-No. You’re so dirty. Bad!-*

I liked that, Master. I’ll be good.

The conversation played in her head but was interrupted…

I lifted a leg up to her chest to spread her pussy and leave her exposed, vulnerable. Then I gave her ass another hard smack.

*Master.*

Her legs came down, and I began again. Slowly I renewed my circles, my fingers wet on her mound and my tongue hot on her clit.

*Thank you. Oh, God, that feels so good. He’s so good to me. Oh no. Master! I’m trying.*

I completely stopped again. She had to fight back another orgasm, and I gave her another smack on the ass. My handprint was becoming visible and waves of pain and pleasure shot through her buttocks and pussy. Smack!

*-No, you have to wait. You’re misbehaving.-*

I’m sorry, Master. It’s just that I so badly want to cum for you.

My face descended back into her pussy. I licked slowly, pausing on occasion to flick her clit. Then I licked her lips, and my hand made its way back to her mound. My circles began again. My tongue traced her lips and dipped between them. I could feel how wet she was on my tongue. By this time she was throbbing with pleasure. She wanted to explode. She wanted to push her juices straight into my mouth but I just would not let her yet.

*Please, Master, let me cum for you. I’m your good girl, let me give you my cum. Oh, that feels so good. Ah, he’s doing it exactly right. It’s speeding up. Oh, my God, yes! Oh, it’s happening. Please, Master, can I? Holy shit, he’s not stopping. He’s not stopping. Faster. More pressure. Faster.*

She bore down hard and screamed! *Oh, Master! Holy shit!* The orgasm exploded and her juices gushed into my mouth. I took them all with my tongue and continued rubbing her clit with my hand as she convulsed and waved after wave through her body. Her pussy was completely soaked and jolts of pleasure surprised her as she tried to come back down. She was almost disoriented.

She looked down and saw my face kissing and loving both of her legs and licking up all her juices. I absolutely loved the taste. I might be Master in her mind, but out here she is my queen and my tongue is for her pleasure. I cleaned her with my tongue, serving her and giving her what she deserves. Then I looked up at her and smiled.

*My Master is awesome!*

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