Verse & Vice

I sighed, leaning my head back –

My master’s hand stopped me, pushing my neck back upright.

“Wait, Mia.”

I sighed, too warm with contentment to bother complaining. I shifted slightly, the movement sending a brief spark of pleasure through me as the tail plug pressed into a new position.

The comb slipped through my hair again.

Not a single snag.

We’d already washed, oiled, dried, and combed every last tangle from it.

I didn’t know why he kept going, but while he did, I wouldn’t waste the opportunity to relax –

As soon as I thought it, the comb clicked down on the side table, Alexander tugging at a lock of my hair as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“That should be the end of it, puppy. Present yourself. Show me the results of our hard work.”

I leaned forward, arching my ass in front of him, hair pooling around me crossing my wrists in front of me.

His fingers trailed up my thighs, my skin waxed and exfoliated until there wasn’t a single bump left. I shivered under his light touch, moaning when he tugged at the tail that held me open.

“We did a good job, don’t you think?”

I was too comfortable for any clear thoughts to form. There was no tension left in my body, every inch of me scrubbed and oiled into blissful oblivion –

His finger slipped between my folds, finding them already slick from the low heat his attention and care stirred in me.

I was perfect, just in time to be ruined again.

His hand twisted in my hair, the sudden pain of it an exquisite contrast to the last few hours of careful effort.

“Come here.”

I got back on my hands and knees, the perfect height to end up staring directly at the growing swell of him when I turned around.

Desire started seeping through me, replacing the comforting warmth and prickling under my skin.

I swallowed.

“Tongue out.”

My jaw went slack, tongue lolling out. He pinched it between his fingers and pulled it out a touch further, looking into the depths of my throat.

“How long has it been?”

I cocked my head to the side, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“Since I fucked your throat.”

My breath caught in my throat, my pulse fast and heavy.

It had been too long.

I knew where this was going, my skin already thrumming with anticipation of it.

He stopped pinching my tongue, hand moving to the top of my throat, tilting my face up to watch as his other hand slowly unbuckled his belt.

My mouth was watering now, but with his hand where it was, I couldn’t swallow.

I tried to hold it in, but a thin trail still slipped from the corner of my mouth.

It only got worse when he was finally free, the precum beading at the tip of him impossible to resist.

His hand twisted into my hair again, pulling me up until I was so close I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Do you want it, Mia?”

I nodded, eyes glassy with want.

He grabbed his shaft in his hand, pressing the tip of him against my cheek, smearing precum along it until he finally reached my lips.

“Then open.”

My lips only parted slightly, but he pulled me down hard anyway, shoving himself into me. Pride surged through me –

I made him like this.

I made him lose himself in want.

He didn’t pause for a second, his blunt head pressing relentlessly against my throat until it finally opened to him. It fluttered around him as I gagged, the teasing sensation pulling a deep moan from his chest.

I hummed, letting my eyelids drift down…

But already I could feel my eyes and nose watering, saliva dripping over my lip and down my chin.

He pulled off me, my breath coming back to me with a gasp.

“Good puppy.”

How could I not be, with all the care my master showed me?

His hand came to cradle the back of my head, slowly pressing me back down on him –

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to release the tight muscles before he forced them open again.

I was too late.

He held me in place, thrusting shallowly into me as he forced my throat open over and over again. Pride poured through me as he used me, but still I whined through the empty moments, my face turning red as I struggled around him.

Finally he took pity on me, pulling me off of him with a wet pop.

His hand never left my hair. It just fisted in tighter.

“Mirror.”

My heart skipped a beat, dread pulsing across my skin at the thought of what I might look like.

Still, I went back on my hands and knees, following him with just enough distance between us that the tug in my hair never quite faded.

When we finally stopped, my lower lip quivered.

Hours of careful grooming, undone in moments.

My face was now flushed and splotchy, eyes rimmed with red, and my hair…

It would take at least another hour to get it back to normal.

But such things had never bothered Alexander.

“Beautiful.”

I watched as he lowered himself behind me, lining himself up behind me and sliding the length of his cock through my drooling folds –

There was no teasing, no wait.

The day passed caring for me was his idea of foreplay.

Now it was time to take.

He flipped the tail over my back and pressed into me, my walls aching at the slow stretch of him pressing me open. I closed my eyes, moaning breathily –

He yanked on my hair, my eyes snapping back open to meet his in the mirror.

His jaw twitched, breathing heavy as he kept pushing into me, agonisingly slowly.

“Watch, puppy.”

He bit his lower lip then, jaw sliding forwards as he pressed the rest of the way into me, bottoming out.

My walls shivered against him, filled but desperate for me.

He pulled out and slammed back in, giving me exactly what I wanted, blood rushing to my head as I lost myself in the pleasure of it.

Even as my face burned at the sight of me, flesh rippling with each sharp press into me, I couldn’t look away, not when I could watch his every expression as he lost himself in me.

His pace had started punishing, and it only got faster from there as he grunted with the effort of each thrust, hand finally dropping my hair to claw into my hips. I moaned as his fingernails dug into me, the sharp, pricking pain melding into the pleasure inside me.

It was too sweet, the pleasure in me building too fast.

I moved my hips back, the movement sudden enough to catch him off guard and pin him beneath me.

I slipped my thighs to either side of his, lifting myself up just enough before letting gravity bring me back down, impaling myself on the length of him and grinding into him.

His hands reached to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as he pressed a soft, needy kiss into my shoulder.

He’d left me so relaxed.

It was only right that I returned the favour.

I slid up and down the length of him, slow and sensuous where he’d been passionate and fierce, sparks scattering through me as I pressed him into the soft spot each time I fell. He groaned as my hips swirling around him, pulling me closer into him.

“Mia –”

I finally spoke, my own words coming in panting breaths.

“Don’t hold on, Master. You’ve already done so much today. Let yourself go.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, still trying to hold back.

I watched him in the mirror, a small smile curving my lips.

I knew him too well for him to stop this.

I picked up the pace just slightly, falling onto him more shallowly each time as I focused on the desire surging through me, fanning the flames of it higher.

My thighs tightened around his as the tension grew, my hips starting to lose their rhythm.

“Mia –”

There was a tightness in his voice, a hint of barely holding on.

I just had to beat him –

I felt the first twitch, followed by a surge of warmth.

Finally, I let go.

I rode it out against his hips, grabbing his hand to drawn lazy circles around my clit as I pulsed around him, taking everything he had to offer –

The pleasure of it was sweet and low, fading so subtly I could barely tell when it ended.

I only knew that Alexander was pulling me back onto him as he lowered us down, coming to curl around me with a sigh.

The world seemed to glow, soft and easy.

Alexander pressed a kiss into the back of my neck, hot breath ghosting against my neck.

“Thank you, Mia.”

I found one of his hands, curling it around me to hold it against my heart.

“If we thanked each other for everything, we’d never stop, so don’t.”

His hand squeezed mine, and I squeezed back, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

His cheeks reddened just enough for me to notice with a laugh.

“A whole day’s work, wasted.”

I shook my head.

“No, I think it went to very good use.”