I See What You Do When Nobodies Looking.

She smiled, hearing his words and it added a bit of sway to her step. When she finally made it to the kitchen she quickly passed into the dinning room and pulled over one of the chairs. “Sit,” she instructed as she moved to the fridge. So he liked what she said, eh? She’d have to make sure she kept talking then. She started by explaining what she was doing. His chair was placed so that the fridge door blocked her but her ass stuck out at the end of it. That was of course planned as she bent at the waist to give him a good side view as she searched. 

“You have this delicious spice flavour to you. Like cinnamon and chilly pepper. It’s warm and so sexy. So I don’t think sweet whipped cream will pair well. This however…” She pulled out a container of chocolate frosting. Not the shitty kind from betty crocker, the expensive kind from Italy made from dark chocolate. “Will be delectable.”

She closed the fridge and moved closer to the boy. Opening the container she brought it over and poured it over his shoulder in a small river, letting it run down his chest and abs. It wasn’t enough to make it to his impressively hard member which was good. This kind of play was more fun if you played the tease for a while. She dropped to her knees in front of him and began to lick from his sculpted abdomen to his broad chest and up to his shoulder. She licked and kissed and sucked the chocolate away as she continued up to his neck and whispered in his ear. “Delicious,” and it was the truth. His skin was incredible with the dark notes from the chocolate. It was now her favourite flavour. She moved across and kissed Andrew deeply, letting him taste the sweetness of her tongue.

Andrew almost felt like he was walking blindfolded into a dark room. He had no idea what was going on, but he liked it. Sitting down on the chair placed out for him, the boy glanced around for a moment until something else caught his attention; Seraphina doing her damnedest to make him lose his mind. Of course, he couldn’t help but stare, therefore paying no mind to what is was she was actually doing there.

Hearing somebody describe how he tasted was strangely erotic to him. Not anything his imagination would have even played out on it’s own, but in this situation everything was hot, including his body temperature. He was pretty sure that if anybody took his temperature at this moment it would be about seven hundred degrees, and he was just fine with that.

That was when he felt the chocolate hit his shoulder. It could’ve been compared to snow falling in the desert, at least that’s how it felt to him. All the air left his system with a whoosh, and there was never time to regain it. Before he could even attempt a breath, Seraphina was between his legs, and the sight made him want to grab her, and fuck her until she couldn’t remember her name. Although, she was doing a pretty good job of making him forget his. 

She smiled at his response. “Alright. Let’s start with the kitchen then,” She dropped her voice low and gently held his chin in place with her free hand. She let her tongue travel from where his neck met his shoulder all the way up to the edge of his jaw then began to suck on his earlobe, nipping it a bit. “Because I like the way you taste.” Being a wolf had it’s advantages, it opened up a world of flavours that set her mouth to water. 

She was suddenly gone, walking back to the house still in her stiletto heels. “Are you coming?” She called over her shoulder for him. She headed straight for the kitchen, knowing the boy would be behind her like the good slave he was proving to be time and time again.

His arms had started to shake. The mistress testing him in every way that she could. He shuddered slightly as her tongue caressed his neck, leaving a fire in it’s wake. In the back of his mind he knew that it should’ve been difficult to be aroused again this quickly, but if anything, he was now harder than before.

A smile bloomed on her face with his words. She gave a chuckle when he turned away and stood to stand behind him. Her hands began at his waist and slowly moved around and up his abs and chest. “Don’t be shy,” She spoke at his hear, nipping at the skin there. “I like seeing that I have an effect on you.” She licked the blood along his shoulder blade and let her hands travel back down until she let her delicate fingers run along his hardening member. She stroked him languidly as she spoke. “Now let me see, which room in my home should we defile next?” She imagined every room, “The kitchen could provide more licking. The balcony could give us some fresh air. The bedroom is where all the sex toys are. Oh wait- that’s not true, I have some hidden in the study too.”

“…Maybe.”

“I already know the answer, so might as well say yes.”

She was trying to catch her breath when the boy pulled away and stood. She looked up and over the boys freshly fucked body with a smile. The smell of blood caught her attention and she looked down at her hand, seeing the blood dripping along her fingers in small rivets. She felt a bit of guilt for hurting him, which was off for her, but Andrew didn’t seem like he minded so Seraphina made a show of licking one of the rivets all the way up her finger.

“Are you sure you have the stamina for round two,” she wasn’t asking if he could handle it, rather if he could handle it right now. She was ready but men sometimes took longer to bounce back. Whether he wanted to wait or start back into it now, she had the boy for the night so there would be time for many more rounds in many different places of her lavished home.

Andrew was standing with his arms crossed fully naked, watching her every move. He was about to answer her, when she took it upon herself to tease him some more. “Oh hun, I could go all night, every night, if you just keep doing the things you do.” The boy wasn’t sure his words made sense, but at this point his brain was still lacking a lot of blood.

She was suddenly changing angles again. Her leg was brought up over the slaves shoulder and he was back at it. He pounded into her and she was crying out for it. 

Seraphina was a mistress. She was the dominate woman who gave the orders. Were this another slave she would not be lying beneath him as he lead her to orgasm, she would have slapped him for his command to cum. She was not to be dominated, she was not to be ordered around.

But for Andrew, she came hard upon his words as his hand came to her clit. She was so lost she didn’t realize her nails had become claws and were drawing blood at the boys shoulder blade. All she knew was the white hot strike of lightning that was shooting through her body as wave after wave of her orgasm powered through her.

Andrew felt her close around him, and knew he was ok to let go. Her nails on his back was his final straw. With a loud groan and a shudder the boy spilled himself into her. Absent mindedly slowing his thrusts, only coming to a stop as soon as he knew they were both over the high of orgasm.

He was incredible. And just when she could feel herself tightening, so close t release, he stopped. She would have been mad were the boy not impressing her beyond anything she could have expected. Instead she found joy in the way he teased her. His kisses drew out anticipation and his member filling her tight wetness was a sweet satisfaction. She moaned as he did and felt her body begging to crumble beneath him. Her nails ran down the boys back as she waited. She was never usually this patient, she never allowed a slave to withhold something she wanted. But this one was blowing her mind, especially when he finally did move. He pounded into her and Seraphina was immediately made vocal for it. She moaned and called out, letting her nails rake across his skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist to allow him to thrust deeper into her at the perfect angle. 

As a mistress she could have flipped him over, she could have moved to take control but she didn’t feel the need to dominate the boy. She felt like parters in this exchange. And besides, he was sending her to the brink of orgasm as it was. Never did she arrive so quickly to the edge, as a mistress she never relinquished control enough to see it could bring her more pleasure. “Oh god, Andrew!” She was calling his name, meeting his trusts and losing herself as she approached the edge. She was so close.

Andrew was drawing a blank. The only thing he could feel was the white-hot pleasure from where the two were connected, her moans spurring him harder. He could feel her tightening again, as they were both close to the edge. Not wanting the moment to end, the wolf slowed. Only long enough to take one of the legs around his waist, and place it over his shoulder. As soon at that was done he grabbed her once more by the waist, and began thrusting harder than previous. 

She was shocked, actually speechless, when the boy knelt between her legs and began kissing her thighs. She’d allowed him to fuck her right then and there, to find his release in her body, and he chose to find her release instead. Oh this boy was fantastic. Thoughts of claiming the slave passed through her mind and that seldom ever happened. His mouth sucking and teasing at her clit was incredible and she moaned when he slipped a finger inside of her. From the pleasure this boy was bringing she would need to fuck him into delirium as a reward. Her fingers carded through his hair. “Such a good bo-Ah- Oh god!” He was so god damn good at this.

Licking her lips, she watched with a grin as he stripped and got in. Her hands went to his sides, causing him to float into her. “Hello yourself.”

Smirking, the boy wrapped his arms around the mistress. Bitting his lip, he ran his hands up and down her back. “Crazy seeing you here.”