**The Master and His Pet**

The moment I walked through the door, I could feel her energy shift. Lía was on her knees by the couch, hands folded behind her back, head bowed, just like I’d trained her. Her dark curls spilled over her shoulders, and even from here, I could see the flush creeping up her neck. She knew better than to look at me without permission.

I dropped my keys on the table, the sharp *clink* making her flinch. “You kept yourself ready for me?” My voice was low, commanding.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her breath quickening.

I circled her slowly, dragging my fingers through her hair before gripping it tight and forcing her head back. Her lips parted, her eyes wide, already glazed with need. “Show me.”

She didn’t hesitate. With trembling hands, she parted the silk robe she wore, letting it slip down her shoulders. Underneath, she was bare except for the thin black collar I’d locked around her throat. Her tits were full, nipples hard and begging for attention. Between her thighs, her pussy was already glistening.

“Good girl,” I murmured, letting go of her hair to trace a finger down her chest. She shivered as I flicked her nipple, earning a soft whimper. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? Touching yourself, imagining my cock stretching you open?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Words, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was breathy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you inside me.”

I smirked and unbuckled my belt, letting it slide free with a slow *hiss*. Her eyes darted down, watching as I unzipped my pants and freed my cock, already thick and heavy with need.

“Lick.”

She leaned forward immediately, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip. I groaned as she took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping tight, her tongue pressing against the underside. She knew exactly how I liked it—slow, worshipful, savoring every inch. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, and the sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around my dick, sent a rush of heat straight to my gut.

I tangled my fingers in her hair again, guiding her pace. “That’s it, just like that. Take it deeper.”

She moaned around me, her throat fluttering as she obeyed, sinking down until her nose pressed against my abdomen. I held her there for a moment, letting her squirm before pulling her back up. A string of saliva connected her lips to my cock, and I wiped it away with my thumb, smearing it over her bottom lip.

“Stand up.”

She scrambled to her feet, her body trembling. I pushed her back against the couch, gripping her hips and lifting her easily onto the edge. Her legs fell open, revealing her slick cunt, flushed and swollen.

“Fuck,” I growled, running my fingers through her folds. She was dripping, her clit throbbing under my touch. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already.”

She whimpered, arching into my hand. “Please, Master—”

I didn’t make her wait. I lined myself up and pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight, her breath hitching as she took every inch.

“God, you feel perfect,” I groaned, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer. I set a punishing rhythm, fucking into her hard, watching her tits bounce with every snap of my hips. Her moans filled the room, high and desperate, each stroke dragging her closer to the edge.

I reached between us, rubbing her clit in rough circles. “Come for me, pet.”

Her back arched, her whole body tensing as she shattered, her cunt pulsing around my cock. I didn’t stop—just kept pounding into her until my own release ripped through me. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan.

For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing. Then I leaned down, kissing her hard, possessive. “You’re mine,” I murmured against her lips.

She smiled, lazy and satisfied. “Always, Master.”