This is a Bartholin Book. All Bartholin Books are DRM-free.Sir and little one live the 24/7 Dom/sub lifestyle. Now little one is tested to her limits when she is offered her freedom. About 5,000 words,Excerpt:The feel of Sir's hard cock nudging between my legs wakes me. Sunlight filters through the blinds. Morning already. Sleepily, I flatten myself on my stomach and spread my legs. Sir lies against my back. He pushes my hair aside and kisses my neck. "Good morning, little one." I mmm in response and push my bottom up, waiting for him to slide into me. Not awake for a full thirty seconds and already I'm breathing heavily. Wet.Sir withdraws and flops on his back. "Coffee first."I moan out loud before I can stop myself. This earns me a stinging slap on the rear. I slide out from between the silk sheets, enjoying the smooth coolness on my warm skin. Naked, I pad across the room to the kitchenette in the foyer of the master bedroom and put the coffee on. When I turn around to look, Sir is watching me, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his cock. A smile plays on his lips, secretive. The coffee gurgles. I pour a cup and take it over to the bedside table. Sir waves at me to put it down. I do, and then climb onto him, straddling him. Again his cock nudges at me and another wave of warmth hits. I move against him, pulling my hair away from my breasts. Sir's eyes slide half shut as he reaches up and tweaks my nipples, hard enough to be painful. The thrill shoots through me.His hands on my hips still me, and his thumb goes to my clitoris. I gasp, shudder as he moves his fingers with precision. I try again to rock, but he holds me in place, his thumb moving mercilessly, until a hot wave builds in me, and I open my mouth. I can't believe he's willing to let me come now, so easy, just like this——and he stops. Frustrated, I cry out, but Sir reaches up, threads his fingers through my hair, and drags me down. "Not now," he says, and pushes me down, down, until my hungry mouth catches the length of hardness. I suck hard, the way he likes it, fast, tongue dragging against him, taking him as deep as I can and then deeper, moaning my pleasure against his, and soon his grip tightens and he roars as he comes in my mouth. I swallow and slide up to lie against him. The place between my legs itches with an intense need, but when I rub hopefully against him, he pulls away. "Not this morning, little one." He pats my head like a dog. "I want you ready for tonight."I am always ready, I want to say, but wisely keep my mouth shut. Still, he frowns, as though he can hear my thoughts. "Anything you want to say?" he asks."No, Sir."He grunts. "Good girl." He sips at the coffee, and his fingers stray to my nipples again, pinching them in turn until they stand at attention. I watch as he traces the areola, his finger dark against my skin. I can hardly stand it. I need to come so badly. But I hold myself still. The fact that I can withstand the torture pleases Sir, and pleasing Sir is what I live for.Still, I want to beg and beg and beg until he allows me to come. I deserve to come. If it weren't for me, Sir might not have even slept in our bed for the last few nights.I don't say anything, of course, and he eventually finishes his coffee and tires of playing with my breasts. His cock is already hard again, but he ignores it. "I'm going to get ready for work." He kisses my head. "Remember, little one. Be a very good girl today, and you'll be rewarded tonight.""Thank you, Sir." I fist my hands under the sheets to conceal my frustration.
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