In Summer Rain

We took the dog for a walk, trying to get the blood pumping after a slightly over-gluttonous Christmas day.

The weather was a bit unsettled, as it often is in our neck of the woods through spring and early summer. As a consequence, we got soaked in a sudden fall of icy rain, running for the car, slipping and sliding on the muddy walking trail.

We got home, and stripped off our wet clothes. I don't know if you've ever seen rose in her underwear, hair wet, blood pumping from the cold rain and the dash for the car. But I can tell you, it's a pretty appealing sight.

I had to take her, and I did.

I took her to the bedroom, took off what was left on and threw her onto the bed.

I ate her tight little cunt until she gushed and came, moaning and shaking.

I pushed her down and slid into her, pinning her hands above her head, both her wrists in one of my hands, feeling her squeeze me each time I pressed down.

I fucked her. Harder. Faster. Called her my slut. My whore. My fuckdoll. My good little slavecunt.

My hand on her throat, eyes of a predator boring into her.

I tell her to cum.

She cums for me. I cum for her.

We flop into the bed, panting, shaking, her head tucked into my chest.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, pet."