Michael pulled his Polo over his head, hurling it off the side of the bed, almost snarling in his need to get closer to her. His lips travelled down her body, lighting her skin on fire wherever they touched. Drunken murmurs between kisses of, “Annabelle… so perfect… my good girl… love you forever…” caressed her ears.
She moaned in pleasure, caressing his body everywhere she could reach, “Yes, Master. Yours, please, all yours, have me. Give you freely, please Master.” She spread her legs wider in offering, her entire body turned on and shivering with wanton, greedy need. “Please, Master, yours.”
Continuing to scoot down the bed as he kissed his way down her body, he groaned as her skin, smooth on his lips burned with passion. “God I love you so much,” he breathed as he settled between her legs. “Going to be so good to you…”
She stared down her body, quivering slightly with anticipation, “Oh, oh Master, please. Yours, Master please.” Her fingers clenched in his hair eagerly touching him and spreading her legs wider in offering.
“That’s mine…,” he rumbled as he leaned forward and licked her with the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit. His hands came up and pushed her thighs further apart, splaying her open for his gaze and his questing tongue. Not wasting any more time, he dove into her with both lips and tongue, lapping and flicking at her with abandon.
She whined in eager need, shuddering under the sudden onslaught of pleasure, “Oh, oh God, oh God Master, please.” She clenched her fingers, “Going to, going to, going to, please, please Master.”
He paused only long enough to breathe, “Come for me Annabelle… Come for Master,” before returning to her sex with a fury, flicking his tongue at her clit with single-minded determination. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pressed, forcing her toward her orgasm.
She clenched her fingers in his hair, a loud scream and arched shuddering in pleasure, “MASTER! OH! Oh God, Master, so good, so good to me, feels so good.” She arched towards him, “Yours, Master, forever yours.”
He slowly lifted his head and looked up at her. “Tell me…,” he murmured, his eyes looking at her, an odd mix of pleading and hunger.
“Please, Master. Fill your property, claim your good girl, want it, please.” She tugged him towards her in eager need, “Please, Master. Fuck me, please. Yours, your good girl, your naughty little slut. Anything, everything yours.”
He quickly divested himself of his pants, then crawled back up her body, looking into her eyes. “You know I’m not going to want to spend a night in this bed without you now…,” he murmured throatily.
“Yes, Master,” she tilted her head, gazing up at him. “I’m still buying the house, but will happily be under you every night in your bed.”
He nodded, muttering, “Belong to me now, Annabelle…,” as he slowly slid his cock across her sex. “Going to mark you…”
She whined, arching towards him, “Please Master, mark your property,” she arched towards, “Breed your good girl.”
He slid back, dropping the tip of him down to her entrance, then purposefully slid forward, eyes wide in shocked wonder at the feel of her gripping him. “Oh… oh fuck…God, Annabelle…,” he gasped.
A low groan of pleasure rippled from her chest, “Oh God, Master. So good, feels so good. So deep, so hot, so full. Yours, please, oh fuck, Master.”
He began to move inside of her, and when he could restrain himself no longer, he growled loud in her ear and bent, his teeth gripping at her neck as he filled her. Clutching at her body he plunged into her willing depths over and over again desperate to fill her with his seed, to claim her body with his essence. With each passing moment, the low rumbling growl got louder in his chest, his mouth and body on hers feeling as if he would devour her as prey.
Moans, whines and whimpers of pleasure echoed in his ear. She arched to his every thrust, offering her neck to his mouth eagerly. One hand slipped between them to rub and play with her clit until she clenched down hard around him, gripping him even tighter as her velvet walls massaged him, “MASTER! Oh, Oh, God, Master, so good, feels so good.”
Michael groaned as she gripped him, pressing deep, unable to hold back more, and exploded inside of her, filling her with his seed. “Oh… Oh fuck, Annabelle!” he gasped, clutching at her body and flexing into her as he twitched inside of her. “Oh, God… so good…,”
Annabelle clutched him tightly to her, eyes wide with wonder and pleasure, “Yours Master.” She stroked her hands up and down his back, savoring the feel of him over her and inside her. Her eyes smiled up at him with warmth, tenderness and such love. “I love you, Master.”
He kissed her cheek, then her lips, looking into her eyes, his own brimming over with love and possessiveness “I love you. God, I love you so much…,” he breathed. “You’re my missing piece… This is just the icing on the cake.”
“And you’re mine, my Master.” Annabelle murmured softly, nuzzling into him. “I’m going to have to clean up before dinner.”
“Shower together?” he asked, a smile on his face at the thought.
“I would love to, Master.” Annabelle said happily, before kissing him softly, “I would like to bask a little longer first.”
“Me too. I will never turn down holding you,” he murmured.
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Days passed into weeks, then into months. The house was deemed suitable and purchased. Annabelle found herself promptly moved into Michael’s house while the purchase was happening, but they still had dinner with Jasmine and James almost every night.
Annabelle paced in the bedroom of the new house, biting her lip. It had been three months since this started and she now sported a beautiful collar made of a titanium alloy that took a special key to come off. She looked down at the device in her hand and paced again, it was unplanned, and she was nervous. When Michael came home, she turned to look at him, before sinking to her knees and wrapping her arms around his legs, “Welcome home, Master.”
His expression melted, the same way it did every time he came home. It was like he was living in a dream and he never wanted to wake up. Reaching down, he gently pet her hair, smiling at her. “And how is my good girl today?”
“Worried, scared, nervous, happy you’re home, Master.” Annabelle murmured truthfully, as he expected, tucking into his thigh even tighter. “I’ve got… news.”
His brow furrowed as he looked at her. “OK. What news?”
She bit her lip, then lifted one hand, slowly displaying the positive pregnancy test, “I’m… pregnant, Master.”
He blinked, then shrugged, “OK. But… you’re saying that like it’s a problem. Do… did… you not want a child… with me?” he asked softly.
Annabelle shook her head, “I do want a child with you,” she murmured, lifting her head to look up at him, “But this wasn’t… something we discussed.” She finished softly, “I… didn’t know if you were ready or not.”
Michael hooked his finger up underneath her collar and pulled her to her feet. Tugging on it slightly, he murmured, “What is this?”
“Your collar on your property, Master.” Annabelle said, looking into his eyes.
“And does it come off?” he asked.
“No, Master.” she shook her head.
“That’s right. That’s because I’m in this for good. Up to…,” he tugged harder, his face only a few hairs’ widths from hers, “and including children. Which will be every bit as beautiful as you.”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, her eyes warm and loving but still somewhat worried, “but what about when I get fat and can’t see my feet? Will you still want me?”
Michael chuckled, “That question can be forgiven since you weren’t here before a few months ago. As a single guy, there’s often… visual assistance necessary for taking care of certain urges. If you had decided to try and look at the search history for such assistance, I seriously doubt you would need to ask that question.” He brushed his lips across hers.
She eagerly returned his kiss, then her mouth dropped open and a slight blush crossed her face, “Ohh…” she wrapped her arms around him, letting her relief and joy rise up, “That explains so much. We’re having a baby, Master.”
He nodded, then slid his lips next to her ear, “And you are going to be the sexiest pregnant lady and eventually mother that ever graced this Earth.”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, “And all yours, Master.” She hugged him tighter, rubbing against him, “We’ll need to make the ground floor bedroom a nursery, Master.”
He shrugged, “OK. Our office is upstairs. There’s a guest room up there if needed. I see no reason we can’t do that.”
“I love you, Master,” she murmured. “May I have cuddles?”
“Gladly. When did you want to tell James and Jasmine? You know she’s going to want to celebrate…,” he murmured as he guided her to the bedroom.
“Tomorrow?” she asked, “Tonight I just want Master loving.”
“If that is your wish, my slave, it’s one that I am happy to provide,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.
“May I worship some tonight Master?” She asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah? My good girl wants to worship her Master’s cock?” he asked, prodding.
“Yes, Master,” Annabelle murmured shamelessly, “I would like to worship Master’s cock while he’s filling his holes with his fingers, then get pinned to the foot of the bed and filled with Master’s cum again.”
He looked at her with a proud smile, incredibly pleased at her shamelessness for him, the way she had embraced her sexual need and was not afraid to express it. “Show me,” he breathed.
Annabelle quickly stripped him, then spent the next hour in pleasure, showing, giving and being given, their room was quickly filled with the sounds and smells of sex and pleasure. Celebrating their new life together, and the new life growing inside her.