many think it is the girls job to give the Master what he needs... and he is just to enjoy...

when in fact, it is the Master who is to exact his pleasure from the girl... and in doing so, gives her the greatest joy possible

a woman needs to feel a fist in her hair... to know she has no choice except to be a woman

to look into soft but stern eyes... as she is forced to yield

pinned beneath a man who is strong enough to take what she wouldn't give... but also strong enough to make her crave to give it

he looks into her eyes... knowing nothing needs to be said... the she-animal at her core already opens her for him... revealing her luscious heat...

his hand... slow and gentle... yet firm... reaches into her heat... fingers parting her covering... exposing her passion... delving almost inside... bringing the slave nectar to his lips

with the taste of her on his lips... he leans in... taking a kiss freely given... crushing her mouth under his... probing... then sucking... then biting the lips...

the fingers rub... slowly between the moist petals of her slave flower... mouth begins to ravage the breasts... teeth at the nipples... first one then the other... the touches grow more intense... rougher... as the passion builds

the stallion in him... the man-beast... comes to the surface... two massive fingers push into supple flesh... parting the folds and probing deeply... curling upward to the hot-spot that spins the wheel of her thermostat... igniting the flames deep in the belly...

the fist tightens in the hair... the fingers begin to move faster... his passion heats to match hers... moving deep within as the mouth tastes every reachable inch of flesh... his hunger soars... for the only flavor that will satisfy... woman

he withdraws the fingers... moving between the quivering hind quarters of his beast... painting her musk where he knows his mouth will roam... he mounts her... his to take... any semblance of gentility gone... an animal thrust and he splits her with the results of his passion for her... driving to her core... pinning her down with all his power... taking her hotly... passionately... he craves to claim all she is as his

driving into his center... his hands cover her arms... then shoulders... then gripping her breasts... squeezing as the flames pulse through him... nails into flesh... his passion a fire in his eyes and a driving force in his body... pistoning into her slave pleasures with no regard for anything but the claiming... the owning...

he feels her body ripple under his... the shivering within her evident... the heat overtaking her... he sees the need within and his flares as well... he wants her... all of her... looking into her eyes he growls... he demands...

FOR ME

 and explodes into her... demanding the heat of her join his... emptying a part of his soul into her

he engulfs her in his presence... wrapping arms tightly... pulling her to him... shifting to pull her atop him... owning a piece of her in exchange for what he has given... she is his... at least... for the moment...

he nestles her close... sated... for the time... owning what he craves... craving what he owns... life... for now... is complete

dedicated to emmiline