Free Her Father, My Master: Enthralled by Mallorie Griffin Page B

to scream and rattle the
chains that held me captive, but I knew better than that.
    Instead, I let out a low, deep
breath, like a sigh, but more strained.  He laughed.
    “Do not move,” he commanded, and
dipped a hand inside me, drawing out the black egg.  Was he going to let me
down and finally fuck me?
    He threw the egg aside, and held
his hand up to  my face.  “How much can my pet take of this, I wonder?” he
asked casually as he extended his fingers, one by one, and then made a fist. 
My eyes widened.  I wasn't certain that I could take more than three or four of
those thick fingers.  But I knew it wasn't for me to decide how much I could
take.
    He drew his hand back downward, and
ran his fingers across my abused cunt.  It was like fireworks.  His mere touch
was very nearly enough to get me to come.  But not quite enough – I still ached
for that release.
    Now, he dipped a finger inside me,
and I let a small moan escape.  Mr. Hendricks growled and slapped my ass
harshly with his free hand, and I jumped at the sudden flowering of pain on my
skin.  “Silence,” he repeated his command, and I nodded.  I was still to
vocal.  I would have to work on that.
    But his finger felt so good, and it
was soon joined by another, and then another.  Those three thick fingers alone
were nearly as wide as his cock, and I think I could possibly take any more. 
But my master didn't care what I thought I could take.  His purpose was to
stretch me to my limits, in every way imaginable.  Including this way.  He sunk
another finger in, leaving only his thumb outside my cunt, now.
    I stifled groan after groan.  He
was stretching me so wide it hurt, but the pain was pleasurable beyond
compare.  I folded that pain into my mind, converting it to sweet pleasure, and
I felt a climax quickly rise once again.  He had to let me come this time, he
just had to.
    My master sunk his hand, up to his
thumb in my abused pussy, and his thumb now pressed down on my clit.  I was so
slick, so drenched, that he slid in easily, but it was still painful to me. 
Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, he began to thrust.
    I bit my tongue to keep the moans
at bay, as he dipped his hand in, over and over.  Each time he bore down, his
thumb jammed against my hyper-sensitive clit, and that overwhelming sensation
made my body jerk against the chains.  I was close, so close...
    Finally, he let me orgasm.  My legs
jerked as euphoria bloomed throughout my body, flowing in my veins and filling
my body with warmth.  My arms and legs convulsed against the chains, and my
head tilted back in ecstasy.  I was in heaven.
    My climax seemed to last for
minutes.  Mr. Hendricks merely knelt there, his hand inside me as my walls
tightened and clenched around him.  My vision grayed at the edges as blood
rushed and pounded in my head.  My very orgasm was threatening to overwhelm me,
just as my master had.  It was the most unbelievable feeling of my short life.
    Finally, I relaxed and hung limply
from the chains, letting them support me fully.  I winced when my master
withdrew from me, but still didn't utter a sound.
    “Good pet,” he said.  “I'll be back
later.”  And with that, he left me, tied up and chained to the wall.
    *****
    I didn't know how long he was
gone.  It could have been minutes.  It could have been hours.  In the wake of
my intense orgasm, the world seemed to take on a hazy, dreamlike halo.  Time
meant nothing to me.
    But he did return, and he when he
did, I knew it was time.  Time to please him.
    Without a single word, he unhooked
the chains from my bondage gear, and lifted me up.  That was a good thing – I
was afraid I would have trouble walking, in the state I was in.
    As he tossed me on the bed, it
finally dawned on me that he was naked as well, and fully erect.  In the waning
sunlight, I could see his cock, thick and full, bigger than ever.  It seemed
that I was not the only one being denied.
    He leaped