Free Eventide (Her Father, My Master) by Mallorie Griffin

groaned and shuddered and convulsed
    around him. He felt so good, so good that I thought I might come, just from this. I was so close.
    “Come around me, pet,” he growled and dipped his hand around my waist, between my legs, and then
    down on my slick, hyper-sensitive clit. I let out a muffled scream into the bed, and came, suddenly and
    violently.
    My legs were caught in spasms of euphoria now as I shuddered violently from the force of my sudden
    and powerful climax. Euphoria spread through my veins, not only from the orgasm, but from the fact that I
    was able to please my master so well and so thoroughly. He was groaning and slamming against me now,
    as my cunt clenched and flexed around his mammoth of a cock. He wouldn't be able to hold up to such an
    onslaught of pleasure for long.
    Indeed, he could only last mere seconds before succumbing to his own pleasure. An orgasm racked
    his body, and he slammed his hips against my ass one, two, three more times as he roared with pleasure. I
    loved it. I loved making him come, even more than orgasming myself. I loved knowing that I could bring
    him such feelings.
    He knelt behind me for many long moments as we both panted and savored the remaining pleasurable
    feelings coursing through our bodies. His cock was still buried deep inside me, and I could still feel
    myself twitching around him.
    “Good girl,” he finally said, withdrawing from me and levering himself up off the low bed. I cringed
    slightly as he pulled out of me. He was so big, and now I felt so empty.
    I quivered, remaining in the same position. I would stay like this until he released me and allowed me
    to get up. He walked around the bed, letting his fingers drag along my over-stimulated, hyper-sensitive
    skin. I shuddered at his touch. I wanted more of him.
    “I want you to keep these ropes on for another twenty-four hours,” he said softly as he reached my
    wrists, removing the binding and tying the excess rope expertly around my waist.
    “Yes, sir.” I trembled at the thought. The ropes were rough, and already biting into my skin. I knew
    he wanted me to keep them on myself, so I would remember who my master was.
    “Now, you have fifteen minutes, then you must leave. I'll contact you when I require you again.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Good girl. One last thing. What are you, pet?”
    “I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I said my mantra once again. Another shiver
    ran up my spine.
    “Good girl.” With that said, he disappeared into the master bathroom, and I was left alone in the
    room.
    I lay on the bed, quivering, for a few minutes more, just taking in the entire play, enjoying every last
    minute of the wonderful afterglow that always descended upon me. But soon enough, I had to go. I only
    had a few minutes to depart.
    Dragging my body out of my bed, I quickly located my clothes. I didn't want to put them back on. I
    wanted to stay here. But my master gave me an order, so I did put them back on, hating every inch of
    fabric that touched my skin.
    My only pleasure now was the rope still binding me. It felt lusciously painful, scraped roughly against
    my skin. It would be a constant reminder of my master and his control over me. And thankfully, once I
    had my clothes on, there was no evidence of the rope at all.
    As I left the room, I heard the shower turn on. I would not be seeing my master again, but that was all
    right. I'd just spent the last two or three hours with him.
    Indeed, I noticed it was nearly ten, when I arrived at my little sedan.
    As I made my way home, I wondered when I would see him again.
    Hopefully soon. He was like a drug to me.

Chapter 6
    I didn't have to work the following day, which was a good thing, as I was still bound. I wasn't certain
    I would be entirely comfortable working with this rope wrapped around me, pinching ever so slightly at
    my body and my breasts. Even talking to my parents felt strange, though arousing. To know that my
    master had tied