Flash Fiction #12
He had the red, blue, and white canine tied up. Around her nose and chest he could see her skin flush from both embarrassment and enjoyment. His cock throbbed, enjoying the sense of control that this allowed him to have over her, something that did not happen often with the independent female. Yet, he knew exactly where to draw the line and how to read her body to tell when she did not want anymore.
He propped her up on her knees so her face was buried in the pillows. He was glad that he had tied her tail up with her since with it out of the way there was a glorious view of her bright pink snatch. He traced along the entrance with a finger and watched as the sensations made her clench in anticipation. A little bit of lubricating fluid began to come out and he made sure to cover her lips with it.
"Ohhh, what a good slut I have," he said as he eased towards her.
His cock was at her entrance and he forced himself in, eyes rolling at how tight his pet was. She cried out master, followed by his name. Her walls pulsed against his lengthy shaft, driving him crazy. He rocked hard back and forth against her, making sure to hit her cervix over and over again. He reached out and grabbed the rope she was bound in, pulling her back to his chest. His hands snaked around and began to grope her DD's.
Her body shuddered and he could tell her orgasm was building. So was his, though, and he quickened his pace. The opening at his tip leaked out pre-cum, but then it widdened ever so slightly to release a flood of his cum. He grabbed her boobs tight and rode out the climax, in turn pushing her over the edge, her walls clenching around him, determined to keep in his seed.
They fell to the side, his cock still inside of her, his arms still wrapped around her. They did not speak, but instead just listened to their breathing. It was just complete ecstasy.