Master Says Write: Morning Snuggles
Rating: 🏖️ | A sneak peek at a page from pet's daily writing journal.
Master Says Write
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She wakes up smiling, feeling his warmth sinking into her back. Not the piercing, scorching kind—just the deep, lingering heat that seeps into her soul.
Master is her furnace. His body, his breath, his constant, unyielding dominance. She basks in it, stretching languidly to let him know she’s waking up. Pressing back just enough to feel all of him.
His hand glides up her bare thigh, slow and deliberate. It’s a leisurely claim. A stroke that continues up over the curve of her hip.
She swallows. Waits.
His fingers trace higher, taunting skin already sore from the night before.
She is still aching. Still full of him. Marked. Owned.
His breath brushes against her ear. His gentle bite tugs on her earlobe. His hand cups her mound.
She mewls. Grinds against his palm. She’s needy. Shameless.
He chuckles. Amused. Two fingers slide inside. Slow, measured strokes easing in and out as he brands her again. Marking her neck and shoulder with his mouth.
She shifts her hips, turning to meet his eyes.
"I want you, pet."
It’s a command. A promise.
She shivers as he leans down to kiss her.