Model Slave Pt. 03 Ch. 02

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Model Slave III

Chapter 2

When Emma woke, the sun was rising. She was groggy and slow to wake up. Her whole body tingled, and she vaguely remembered why. Then she felt the hard body against her back, the hand cupping her left breast, while the fingers lazily toyed with her erect nipple and a massive cock nestled between the ass cheeks. Her tingling was left over from last night’s epic sexual marathon, but the craving building inside her was from the man spooned against her.

Every muscle in her body was sore, some from the bondage, but she was especially sore between her legs and at her nipples. Her soreness felt exquisitely wonderful, and she smiled from ear to ear. She dreamily remembered everything it took to make her feel this way. She looked around and nothing looked familiar. She remembered the drive back from the bachelor party to Steve’s place followed by the best marathon sex and the endless orgasms she could ever remember having.

Emma rolled to her back, losing the cock between her ass cheeks, but the arm stayed draped across chest. Steve appeared to be still sleeping, despite his roaming hands. She carefully raised his hand and placed it back on her breast where it resumed its idle play with her nipple.

She propped her head on the pillow and watched him sleep. There was something very basic about watching him sleep. He was still here and joyfully she hadn’t been cheated out of another day with him. Despite everything, there had always been a little fear that he wouldn’t be here when she woke up. That bone-deep ache in her chest was back as she snuggled next to him.

He had been beside her all during the party last night, hovering like he was protecting her. After the party he stayed protecting her as they showered, but she needed someone to fulfill her sexual cravings and he had done that as well. After the shower something changed, she wanted to snuggle with him, have him make love to her some more and he seemed to want the same thing. Now she still wanted him cuddling her and even making love to her some more, but what was next?

As she watched him sleep, calm overcame her. All her fears had vanished. The joy she felt with him seemed to burn away all the pain and betrayal she felt. She was filled with a loving solace. She felt at peace as she watched his chest rise and fall. No one could see her watching him. It was just her and her heart watching this man. He filled her with a kind of love she had always dreamed of. He was not a beautiful model, but to her he was the most gorgeous thing God had ever put on this earth.

This man dominated all her heart, her mind, her soul and her body. She ached to touch him, to kiss him and show him all the love inside her. She ran her fingers lightly over his body, afraid to wake him and break the spell. The hairs on his chest tickled her hand. The heat from his body seeped into her, making her heart beat faster and her womanly parts wet with desire. His scent was a manly musk and arousing to her. With all her senses attuned to him she knew he was hers at least for the morning.

As she looked at him, she felt her whole life changing. The love that she had always dreamed of was hers for the taking. He was lying there under her fingertips, under her lips with her eyes stroking his skin. With him, she felt contentment, happiness and most of all safety with security. She felt a passion she had only read about and her whole body vibrated with a loving desire.

It was hard for Emma to describe her feelings right now. The betrayal of all the men in her life had left a deep hole of sadness inside her but having Steve next to her helped. He was so different from any other man she had ever met. When they were together, he was 100% there. He was never distracted and despite the short time they had known each other he seemed to know her emotional state. If she was suffering or happy, he knew what to do and what she needed. He made her feel loved, safe, desired, and appreciated. It seemed that she could count on him, and she knew he cared for her more than anyone else ever had.

He was an addiction, and she was compelled to touch him. It was a sensual kind of electricity that jumped from his skin to her fingers, and she needed it to breathe. She lightly ran her fingers over his massive arms and felt her whole-body tingle. Oh God, he made her feel … feel … adored, protected, sexy and incredibly alive. With her heart pounding, she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

Steve woke as Emma made her nest on his chest. He thought having the beautiful woman you love snuggling into your chest was a brilliant way to wake up. Steve wrapped his FFaround her feeling her satiny skin under his roaming fingers. She ignited deep feelings inside him, and he held on, not wanting to let go.

She was a real woman and she challenged him. He wouldn’t settle for anything except all of her and neither would she. Steve pulled her tighter in his arms understanding what a treasure she was, and he needed to treat her right. When you find something as perfect as she was, he delighted in her inspiration and treated her like the jewel she is.

Steve gathered her in his arms and aggressively rolled over so that she was underneath him. As he looked into her eyes, he knew that was exactly what she wanted. Her face was lit in a radiant smile as she giggled at his aggressiveness. Her eyes sparkled like a mischievous imp, but it was her wanton innocence that drew his mouth towards hers. Instead of taking her lips, he growled aggressively and attacked her delicious neck with an authoritarian nibble.

Emma felt chills radiate down her body, because this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to prove the last night was not a dream. That she belonged to him, and he wanted her as much and she wanted him. She exposed herself to him like a morning flower anxious for the sun’s nourishment. Her arms and legs opened as her back arched, again letting him take whatever he wanted from her.

Suddenly Emma felt all the soreness and aches disappear. Steve did that to her. His kisses, caresses or even the way his eyes probed her heart, was all it took to make the rest of the world disappear. While she was in his arms, nothing else seemed to exist … Just him. He pulled his face back from her neck and saw the loving desire plainly written on her face. “Damn, woman, you are so unbelievably desirable. It makes me want to stay here in bed making love to you all the time. However, right now I think both of us need something less mouth-watering and more nutritious. So how about we have some breakfast, my pet?”

Emma snuggled back into his arms and in a sexy voice whispered, “Don’t you see anything you would rather nibble on?”

Steve chuckled, “Absolutely, but without food you won’t last, and I always have plans for you. Besides, I need some fuel to really drive you wild.” He pinned her to the bed and hovered over her, smiling as he growled, “I want you to be a good girl during breakfast. After breakfast I promise to pin you to the bed and fuck you like the bad girl you want to be.”

Emma gave him a sultry pout and smiled saucily murmuring, “If that is the way my Master wants it. However, please promise the second part. I can’t think of anything anymore except the way you make love to me. You’ve turned me into your wanton slut, and I’ll be whatever you want me to be as long as you never stop loving me the way you do.”

Emma squirmed against him, rubbing her hard nipples over his chest and her womanly folds over his leg. She kissed his neck until she took his ear lobe between her teeth. “I’m not daddy’s little angel anymore. I’m your bad girl and it drives me crazy when your hands aren’t touching me.”

Steve had to admit that having Emma rubbing her body all over him was something very few men could ever pass up. However, he had quickly grown to know what she needed and right now, she wanted a hard dose of dominance. He knew she was being bad just so he would tame her. He jumped to the edge of the bed dragging her with him. Just before he draped her across his lap, he looked into her face with her mask of freckles giving her an air of wild sexy innocence. She had the look of victory on her face, but it was tempered with a little bit of fear and anxiety. Her eyes were full of fiery passion and needy anticipation over what was coming.

He draped her across his lap and for a few moments marveled at her womanly perfection. All the soft muscles of her back rippled in an erotic attempt to tame the fire inside her. Her muscled dancer’s legs were scissoring, opening and closing teasing herself. He gently placed his massive hand over her ass cheek, and like everything else about her, it was a perfect fit. He did not like the big, massive butts that were all the rage and her ass cheeks fit perfectly in his hands. He began to rub his hands over her skin feeling the satiny perfection.

Emma felt her insides squirming, both from having his hands on her skin and the anticipation of what she knew was coming. She wiggled her hips hoping to incite him to give her the spanking she craved. It was maddeningly erotic as his hands unceasingly roamed over her ass cheeks. The longer he made her wait, the more her insides churned in anticipation. It didn’t take long before her skin was on fire and her body was burning for his punishment.