But, before I could ask, I felt something nudge against my slit. I looked over my shoulder to see Master rising above me and slowly moving forward. My channel parted and stretched to what felt like the maximum it could take as he slowly pressed in. I pressed back against him, just slightly wanting him deeper inside me.
“Don't move yet, Bethany," he growled through gritted teeth.
I was in awe at his tone, almost like he was on the very edge of his control. The mischievous side of me took hold, and I could not help the little wiggle I gave. Especially since I knew he was not in complete control of himself. He gave a harsh groan, and I knew that was the sound of restraint being snapped. He grabbed the hair hanging down my back and twisted it in his hand almost painfully, but he stopped sh
