Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Victoria leaned into his body and began to pant heavily. She loves how his cock feels inside her. The way it filled all those empty spots without having to move.
Her breasts sensitive to his taunting and darkening .

Her promise of drinking was more for her as she found herself craving his flavor. An answer to her youthful curiosity of what does a man's cum taste like.

Now Victoria was rocking slowly in his lap, feeling his flesh drag along her cunt walls. "Oh lawd.."
 
She gave another scream when she came, thrashing again but not as much, and she pretty much was halfway to number three while he tongued her arse.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter had difficulty speaking right then, so fixated on licking and kissing Mistress Via while she rode his cock, so excited was he, just as she seemed to be.....his exes never showed this degree of enthusiasm and passion for him. None of them showed that kind of lust....it was always "Are you done yet?" and "Hurry up, I have to shower and meet with my friends."

Nothing like this at all. This woman owned him. He was legally her property. Yet she needed and wanted him in a way that these other women, who claimed to respect and admire him, to treat him as an equal, never seemed to do....it was always as if they didn't truly respect him. Then there was Claire, whom he confronted after he caught her in bed with his friend George....that moment had turned his stomach, especially the look of disdain and contempt on her face, and the words that she spoke to him as he started to walk away....words that ripped out his heart and chilled his soul.

Via didn't claim to consider him an equal, but she actually enjoyed him, wanted him, desired him....burned for him. He had pleased her....he felt more like a man while serving his new Mistress than he ever did with his exes, especially Claire. He felt more respect and dignity, more worth as a man with Mistress Via than he ever had with anyone else. This was a woman who treated his passionate surrender and service to her as a gift, as a token of his love, not as a sign of weakness and an invitation to abuse and humiliate him, who thought more of him, not less, for it.

He was Hers and he never needed more of an identity as a man than that...Hers...Her first, she called him, "Dear heart." She lavished affection on him. She welcomed and treasured his attentions, didn't act bored or disappointed or disgusted by his submissive nature. Didn't view him as less than a man.

He now really put his heart even more into pleasuring her with his mouth and cock, his hands roaming her body as well to caress and pleasure her, to lovingly massage and knead her flesh. He would do his best never to disappoint her....ever. He had never felt such an ardent desire to mate, to couple, to fuck, to make love.....to claim a woman as with this woman who had already claimed him....
 
Simon Masterson

I now added my fingers back in, along with my tongue, stretching your arsehole a bit, pulling back my tongue after a bit to put in four fingers up to the knuckles, determined to make you cum the third time at last.

"How is that, love? You have four fingers up your arse?" I asked you as my other hand continued to toy with your fanny and your clit, stroking you mercilessly with my fingers and my thumb.

My tongue and lips resumed licking and kissing your bum, lovingly getting it wet.
 
She whimpered and squirmed, her release building up faster than she anticipated. "DadDY!" the last syllable became high pitched as she came again, screaming herself hoarse.
 
Simon Masterson

"Oh, dear God....you really did cum while my fingers were in you....three times, love. Ready to get fucked in the bed? I want to take you in our bed, my bed, your bed, this time. Take you like a new bride this time on her wedding night. How does that sound?" I asked you, knowing that our relationship was hardly a marriage in the usual sense, that I was Daddy, not hubby, but for now, we'd act like man and wife.

Of course, most husbands and wives didn't share each other, or at least not in the past. Hard to say what was going down now. A lot of wondrous new experiences could be happening.

Most wives weren't the adopted daughter/slave/sluts of their husbands, either....
 
She reached out, the need to touch him overwhelming. "Please, " she choked out, her eyes wide and pleading. "Daddy."
 
Simon Masterson

I remove you from the pillory, taking you into my arms and cradling your head on my shoulders a bit.

"Here, let me carry you....Daddy wants to tuck you in and claim you yet again...possess you once more....," I pick you up and start carrying you to the master bedroom to have my way with you yet again.
 
The heavy gasps for air and the little moans came from Victoria's lips as she savored the way Peter's cock stroked her walls. It was that moment she bit her own lip and drew blood that she arched her spine. Peter would have to be quick to keep her from falling or taking them to the floor.

Victoria uttered something in her native language before she came with such force she was seeing stars and comets glistening at the corner of her eyes.
 
Simon Masterson

I carried you to the bed and laid you out there before spreading your legs to check you and see just how slick and wet you really were....so I could ease my cock inside you and begin fucking you with abandon.

I smiled down at you, telling you, "Here I am, love. Daddy is ready to take his sweet slut again."
 
Peter Masterson

Peter began holding Mistress tightly so that she wouldn't topple, kissing her and caressing her flesh as he did so.

"I am pleased that You are pleased, Mistress....but we need to keep you from toppling over," he breathed in her ear....she was too precious to him to ever see her come to harm....the one person who had ever desired him as he desired her....
 
Simon Masterson

I eased into your cunny with my cock and resumed kissing you, telling you, "Now, my sweet lass...now you can touch Daddy."

I slipped my tongue inside yours and stroked your hair as I began pumping in and out of your quim.
 
Victoria heated her arms on his shoulders as she was breathing hard. She felt lighter then air but in her foggy mind nothing mattered.

"Cum for me..my sweet first.. fill the emptiness then take us ta bed." Victoria requested between rests of gulped air.
 
Peter Masterson

There was nothing for it....his Mistress had commanded, nay, begged him to cum....talking to him as a lover as well as an owner....what could he do but cum?

He came in a huge load....a series of spurts that never seemed to end as it filled his Mistress.....his Lady.....he never enjoyed it quite as much with his exes as he did with Mistress Via....his Vicky....his Lady. He pumped her full of seed that now left her slick and dripping, his jism leaking down her thighs.

"I have cum for You, Mistress....what is Your wish now?" he said, rising and lifting her to her feet...., "Do You wish me to carry You?"
 
"I dinna trust my legs ta carry me ta bed" Victoria replied as she wavered just to stand upright.

Victoria was going to need rest in order to continue going through Ambrose's investments without resorting to hiring another private investigator yielding fruitless results.

Victoria grabbed a wrap from the back of the chair and covered their shoulders to knees. She placed her hands around his neck as he carried her upstairs.

"After I close my eyes. I want ya ta go tell Molly I be havin dinner in me room."

There hanging off the closet was a black tunic with a note attached. For my first: I dinna want ya ta be showin what is solely mine ta the staff.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter lay Via very carefully down on the bed and smiled as he kissed her lips, and then read the note on the tunic....once she was safely on the bed, he put on the tunic, and once he saw her eyes close, he headed down the stairs to inform Molly, though he had to ask around about which one was Molly, about the Mistress's instructions.

A large part of Peter was relieved that Mistress Via was jealous.....it suggested that he was very much unique in the house and if she didn't want to share him, he might hopefully not have to share her, either....not that he had a choice as her slave, even as her first....he just got the impression, at least so far, that she wanted it to just be She and he....the only fears now were that she would want Simon, but those had faded, especially since both Mistress Via and his brother were dominant....
 
Scarlet moaned and grasped at her Daddy, clutching him as he began to fuck her. "Daddy. . ." she moaned.
 
Anne was sweeping the hallway when Peter emerged from chambers. She smiled daintily and replied to his question. "Miss Molly is the head cook. She will be In the kitchen possibly making dough for breads or noodles."

In the kitchen was four women. One scrubbing dishes as the dishwasher was humming beside her. One was peeling potatoes and putting them in a large pot. Another was grabbing ingredients that an older woman was asking for.

"Be sure to cut out the eyes, Lucy. Men want good potatoes with lamb tonight." The elder said sampling juice from the bowl she was mixing.

"Do you ken Mistress' slave. I 'eard 'es got a biggin." The dishwasher prattled.

"Bite yer tongue Annie. Yer no business alookin at 'im" Molly warned reaching for the spices. "Mind yer manners a'out 'im."

Katie looked up and saw him enter the kitchen. "Speak ov da devil."
 
Simon Masterson

"Shhh...very good, that's good, my dear Scarlet....that's very good, darling," I told her with a smile, caressing her face and stroking her hair as I entered her again and again.

"You're pleasing Daddy very much....touch me as much as you wish now," I assure her.
 
Peter Masterson

"Which of you is Molly?" Peter asked, but soon guessed anyway.

"Mistress wishes for her supper to be brought to her in the bedchamber. I trust that you, as her respected and favoured head cook shall handle that for her," he showed a respectful tone, of course.

"I have to be heading back. Mistress will not want me gone for long, but it is a pleasure to meet you all. My duty was to convey her message, of course," he said, being in such a state of elation, even a post-coital daze, that he didn't even notice what most men would have caught in their normal frame of mind....even he might have, if he weren't so insecure at times.

He then walked in the same daze, quite happy to return to his Mistress and his loving and pleasurable duties to her.
 
Simon Masterson

The sensuality and vulnerability of my sweet slut's touch....it filled me with even more hunger and desire to comfort and protect as well as pleasure her.

"My sweet love....it's quite alright....I have so much more love to show you, though at times, there shall be firm and gentle correction.....discipline for a good girl who needs it when she's naughty. Just trust and follow me, serve me and let me pamper you. Be a good girl for Daddy. You're mine and I'm going to make you glad that you became mine, as you have learned since I bought you.....let Daddy fuck his princess...let Daddy claim and possess you, let Daddy breed you."
 
Molly put down the ginger. "Sa will ya take 'er afternoon tea up wit' ya laird mast'rson?"

The two began giggling and making motions unladylike.. even Katie took notice of his handsome face.

Molly tossed a towel at the dishwasher. "Get back ta yer work."

Molly quickly handed him the tea tray and a plate of cookies. "Jus sit the nappie o'er da plate if ya please."
 
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