The making of Spike: Chapter 4

My master pulled out of my tender arse, as I lie there finished, spent. I had just enough energy to please my master to come as I feasted on his nipples. He Groaned as his muscles causes his body to twitch. It was then time for me to come; I was so shattered after he had pounded me. I tried so hard to bring myself close as I held my breath; it was a hard job concentrating. My master grabbed my nipples as I slid my hand up and down my shaft. I whispered “harder” and he pinched my nipples, I could feel my body about to erupt. I let out a moan as I spread my load over my master’s stomach, shot after shot they travelled; I don’t think I had ever come this much before. My master slowly let go of my nipples with his fingers, the felt pierced with his strength as I let out a final yelp.

After a good 5 minutes of laying there catching my breathe my master warned me “you do not speak until the collar comes off, ok?” I let out an acknowledging “roof” as I lay there shattered. It wasn’t long before the conversation started about what else he likes and before I knew it, I was yelping, even more as he screwed my incredibly tender arse for a second time...