2 comments/ 7253 views/ 2 favorites The Master Chef-Good Clean Fun By: SunGoddess7 Rapturous... I dropped my phone to my chest, breathing heavily. Master's texts had kept me preoccupied since our last meeting...and he called me a wordsmith. I had just finished rereading last night's banter, and it had given me exactly what I needed. As my tremors faded, I lifted the phone again and reread my favorite one. Rapturous. He had sent that one this afternoon, which sparked my little independent session. I had taken the bait completely unaware, ready to leave work, and asked what he meant. How I describe sex with you. Sighing, I threw my phone down and went to clean up. I tried to think of what I would call our time together. Mesmerizing. Exciting. Irresistible. I did things with him that I would never have dreamed of before, and I let my limits be pushed farther than I ever had. He had a way of entrancing me, pulling me in to exciting new experiences. I just had to wait for the next one to arise.... ~*~*~ On the first day of Thanksgiving break, I woke up late and unmotivated. So much to get done...and no way in hell I wanted to do any of it. It took me nearly an hour to drag my butt out of bed, and even then I didn't get working until nearly ten. I had projects to grade, and an apartment to clean, and food to cook for the holiday.... And then he texted. I read the screen with a smile. Where are you? I couldn't help it. I liked his texts. In my apartment...why? I waited, and then felt my breath hitch when the phone buzzed. My favorite toy...the one I could not take with me even if I wanted to, filled my screen. Held firmly in his hand, thick and ready for use...and he was over 200 miles away. Come when you can. I will be saving this for you! I moaned quietly, instantly aroused. "Sooo not fair!" I texted that to him, thinking all sorts of delicious things, when my phone buzzed teasingly. Go to your bathroom and return the favor, Slave. I gasped, excitement stirring. I didn't even think, I just got up and hurried to the small bathroom, locking the door behind me quickly. I stripped as a new order lit up my screen. Hurry up! Full frontal and up close wet pussy shot. My face burned red. I had never had a problem with pictures of my chest...my tits were something I knew he liked, and I enjoyed showing them off to him. But I had never sent those other pictures before...and except for the ones he took during our scenes, he wouldn't have had any either. Could I do that? My phone buzzed again. Now! I didn't have time to argue or even hesitate. I flipped on my camera and took the shots, trying to do so quickly but with clarity for him. I did not want to be punished for sending bad photos. After the photos sent, I got another reply. And one as you cum of your face! Stand and finger yourself for the photo! I did it immediately, camera pointing up as I hurried to please. His orders were hot, and they were working immediately on me. At this rate, it wouldn't take long. I forced myself to stop long enough to send the shot, then returned to the task. Master would insist, after all. I gritted my teeth, slowly reaching that good feeling. My phone buzzed again, and I grabbed it quickly, not stopping. Slave, you will come now! I moaned. So close! I replied, then slumped back against the door, working my fingers quickly. It took me a moment when it buzzed again to realize I wasn't getting a text...he was calling me. Quickly, I answered. "Y-yes sir?" I mumbled, trying not to pant. I thought I heard a chuckle. "I gave you an order, Slave. Have you come yet?" I moaned again, rubbing my clit faster. "Not yet sir, but I'm almost there!" I tried to keep my voice down. "Bend over the counter and finger yourself from behind." The order was firm and I closed my eyes, imagining he was right there, watching. "NOW, Slave!" I scrambled to my feet and positioned myself, wasting no time. My own fingers don't usually satisfy me...I'm used to bigger things, and my small hands don't measure up. But this, with his tempting voice and bewitching orders, made them seem much more enjoyable. "Oooh," I sighed, content. Master must have been pleased. "Finger fuck yourself. Think how I'm going to fill you up next time, hitting all those wide spots you love." I groaned and rocked my hips. Right there...! I came. "YES!" My orgasm swept over me quickly, making my body tingle and shake. "Oh God!" My phone buzzed again, and I realized it must have disconnected somehow. Crap. I answered it, trying to control my breathing. "Thank you, sir." He chuckled, and I could picture the wry smile on his face. "Did you take a picture for your Master?" I slid my soft pants back on, frowning. Oh crap, he did want one of that... "No sir, I forgot." I struggled with my top, trying to keep the phone to my ear. "I was so into it." The bathroom door clicked quietly as I unlocked it, stepping back out to the living room. There was a pause. "Then you'll have to come again." I smiled. "Really now..." "Really. Now." I blinked. Oh, he was serious! I giggled. "Sir, I don't know if I can right now. It's harder by myself." His voice was tense over the phone. "Do it. Get back in the bathroom, bend over, and finger fuck yourself." My eyes widened. Slowly, I turned right back around and did as he said. "Can I just go to my car?" I attempted, but he restated his orders. "Fine. Give me a moment." I undressed in record time, once more stripped out of my warm pajamas. I sank my fingers inside me again, deep in my very sensitive pussy. Oh.... His voice cut through my thoughts. "Tell me what you are doing to yourself. And when you are ready to come." I moaned. My fingers played inside, curling and rubbing the way he did. "I'm fingering myself like you wanted. As deep as I can." I rubbed and thrusted faster, in and out. "It feels really good sir." "Who am I?" I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. Even over the phone.... "Master," I nearly panted. He chuckled and urged me to keep talking. I kept my voice low, trying to not be heard by anyone else. "I'm almost there Master, I wish this was you instead of my fingers!" He chuckled again. "Are you close, Slave? Do you want to come?" I moaned a yes, not stopping. "Tell me. Why should you come?" I bit my lip, trying to think. "You want me to Master. And I want to for you." He didn't reply, and I moaned. "May I please come, Master? I'm very close!" I slowed my fingers, waiting for an answer. "Come, Slave." My hips jerked against my hand, and I burst, gasping quietly as I rode out my orgasm. "Ooh thank you sir!" My legs felt like rubber, and I slowly slid to the bathroom floor. Master sounded pleased. "Your welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it." I couldn't help but hear the strain in his voice. "Did you come, sir?" I asked, intrigued. I liked hearing him also, but I was so swept up I couldn't be sure. "No." Before I could ask why, he answered. "I said I was saving it for you." I leaned against the door, smiling. "I wish I could see you right now then." There was silence for a moment. Then.... "What are your plans this weekend?" I grinned. Finally, some more fun. ~*~*~ I finally pulled off the highway by 7:30, listening carefully to my GPS's directions through the unknown city. We had agreed for me to drive out to him this time, which meant four hours in my car. Luckily, I broke up my trip to visit friends halfway, and wait for directions from Master. The last two hours had been silent other than my GPS and CD player. It was unnerving, not hearing from my soon to be tormentor. After driving around the dark city, I finally pulled into a gas station and pulled out my phone. Still nothing. I frowned. I had expected teasing, or at least just an address. I had time to spare...I wouldn't be punished unless I wasn't there by eight. I opened his texts and shot one of my own. I'm here. Where do I go now sir? With a sigh, I sat back and fiddled with my shirt buttons. I had dressed up again for him, with the help of my friends. My bare feet were curled under me as I waited, my leather boots on the passenger seat until it was time to meet. Halfway up my smooth legs started my red and black plaid skort, tied off to the side. My white collared shirt was buttoned up almost all the way, with the sleeves cuffed neatly. My black jacket was on the seat, ready to put on whenever I heard from Master. And for the final touch, I had my friend's black tie, the knot firmly secured at the base of my throat. Not sure why the school girl look, but I knew he would like it. I felt naughty wearing it for him. It fitted, really...soon my days of being a student would be over. I smiled impishly. This would be fun...if he ever replied. My phone beeped suddenly, and I looked down. Message not sent was flashing across my screen, and my brow furrowed. "What?" I groaned when I realized I had no signal. Crap. No wonder I hadn't gotten anything from him. I quickly switched on roaming and tried again. The message went through and I sat back, nervously waiting. It was like I had flipped on a switch. My phone lit up with message after message. I read them all quickly, feeling my face flush. The last one made me squirm the most. Slave! Answer your phone or be punished! I quickly typed a reply. My phone barely works here sir, I just got your orders. I barely sent it when he shot back. You have worried your Master! You will sit in the parking lot until 8pm and then follow your instructions. You will comply with all orders and you will sit and contemplate my anger alone, without contact of your phone or internet. Shit. He was pissed. I turned my engine back on and punched the address into my phone, determined to get there quickly. The Ramada Hotel was not far from where I had stopped, and in minutes I was in the parking lot under a flood light. I reread his message, and hesitantly replied. Enter the hotel at eight, or up to your room at eight Master? It took a moment, then my phone buzzed. Hotel. Leave me to relax! I dropped my phone in the cup holder, wringing my hands nervously. 7:41...I had nineteen minutes with nothing to preoccupy myself. My thoughts were all over...was he really mad at me? Had he tried to contact me, more than just the texting? Or was he playing mind games with me? It was difficult to not grab my phone every few minutes. After about five, I started humming to myself. Another three, and I started looking around the lot for his vehicle. After another three, I pulled on my boots and buttoned my jacket slowly, stalling for time. I wanted to just run inside and be early, but I was already in trouble. No use in angering Master even worse. My last few minutes were spent singing to myself and trying to calm my nerves. I hadn't had him mad before, at least not to my knowledge, and I wasn't sure how that would change things. At the same time, it was exciting, the not knowing. I was singing under my breath when my phone lit up beside me, and I snatched it quickly. When you enter, you will look ONLY at the chairs, and sit with your eyes on the floor, a child caught and about to be punished! My cheeks flamed, but I quickly got out of my car and, hefting my bag onto my shoulder and jacket over my arm, hurried toward the entrance. My phone said 7:59 as I left the car, and I walked quickly, my heels clicking on the asphalt lot. There were a few guys over in the corner smoking, but they did not pay any attention nor me to them. I was focused on my orders. The front doors slid open and I slowed, looking around briefly. The lobby was nice and I could smell chlorine. Remembering the text, I made my way to a leather couch and sat, bag at my feet and my eyes on the floor. My hands were folded neatly over my phone, waiting patiently. Inside, my heart was thumping. I heard the front doors slide open, and a heavyset man walked past. He smiled and tipped his hat my direction, saying something, but I just nodded with my eyes still down. I was trying to remember how long I had to sit...three minutes, or five? What time was it now? I jumped when my phone buzzed again. I unlocked the screen and read Master's words. I do like it. You may go to the restroom now. My eyes snapped up. Was he watching me? No one was around...no hotel receptionist, no guests. I could hear children by what I assumed was the pool down the hall, but no one in sight. I blushed. A few more minutes.... I stood up and smoothed my skirt. Grabbing my bag, I walked purposefully toward the bathrooms. I took the big stall and locked it, feeling nerves and excitement rising again. I scrolled through Master's orders one more time. You will insert both of your toys (lube your ass), and then you will come to my room. 236. My hands shook as I unzipped my bag's pocket. All my supplies--everything he instructed me to bring--was inside. I took my little vibrator out first. I had brought my remote as well, but I had a feeling it could stay safely inside my bag. Master had his own. I shimmied out of my skort and panties, pulling both down enough to expose my pussy. The cool air hit me, making me shiver. I was already wet, but I still took a moment to get myself ready for the toy. I sighed when I pushed the little toy inside me, feeling it resist at first. Then, with a soft pop, it slid in completely, filling me. I clenched my eyes shut. One down, one to go. This one was my challenger. I drew out the pink silicone toy and stared at it. Three rounded parts, small to big, rested in my hand. Biting my lip, I fished for a bottle of lube to make the job easier. I coated the toy with the clear liquid, very conscious of the largest bead especially. It was difficult enough when he put it in...I wasn't wanting any troubles on my end. I bent over the toilet and pressed it against my ass. It took a moment, but the first two beads made it in without much effort. The third took a minute, but it too slid inside without much pain. The final effect came as a quiet moan as I stood back up. The two toys rubbed against each other, making me clench around them unconsciously. I grabbed my bag and hurriedly washed my hands to clean off the extra lube. After a minute of checking my long, high ponytail and my makeup, I knew I could not stall any longer. It was time to meet my Master. I left the bathroom as two men entered the hotel. They glanced me over but walked past without much comment, much to my relief. I followed them as they detoured to a large, open area. I saw the stairs across the expanse of carpet, and I hurried to them. Up one level, to the left, and there, straight ahead, was his room. 236. I took a deep breath, smoothed my jacket again, and looked down the hallways. No one around. I knocked three times and turned, trying to hold back my smile. This was one of my favorite parts. Instead of opening, my vibrator buzzed on. I gasped and fell back against the door, startled. The door suddenly opened and I almost tripped inside. Hands grabbed my shoulders, steadying me, and I blushed. My gaze was still set firmly forward, though I felt my embarrassment spread quickly. Once firmly on my feet, my bag was slid off my shoulder and my blindfold offered. I took it slowly, not wanting him to let me go yet. But he did, and the door clicked shut. I turned to face it. I didn't want to wait any longer. Blindfold went on, I knocked, and I was quickly drawn into my newest torture chamber. I tried to ignore my pounding heartbeat as he led me forward, hand gripped firmly on my upper arm. It seemed we had crossed the whole room. He was very quiet again, and I wondered if he was really angry. I gasped as I was spun around and pushed against a door. He wasn't rough with me, like last time, but very firm. A hand guided my left wrist up and stretched it very high above me, with the same silky ropes securing me tightly. This was repeated with my right, and I was left on my tiptoes, trying to relieve the pressure. My vibrator pulsed on, and I tensed up immediately. "Ah," I breathed. I felt him nearby, close enough to hear but not directly touch. My toy shut off, and I forced myself not to pout. I was being punished, I knew it. A hand traced my jacket collar, and I jumped. My senses were on high alert, and I tried not to moan as his hand slowly slid down to my buttons. They were slowly undone, one by one, until the black material hung at my sides to frame the white button down and my tie. My chest was straining against the fabric with my hands tied above me, and I hoped he liked what he saw. The toy buzzed again, and I mewled thankfully. As it massaged me, driving up my arousal, my left hand was quickly untied and pulled down. My jacket was pulled off, then immediately the wrist was tied up again. My right was quickly dealt with as well, and I felt my jacket fall to the floor at my feet. Unseen fingers trailed down my sides, and I shivered at the touch. My shirt was no longer tucked neatly in my skort, but messily hanging and exposing my stomach. I was torn between gasping at the toy and squirming under his soft fingers. I was so turned on! Master's hands moved to my shirt, and I nearly jumped when I felt his warm breath by my ear. "Is this your work shirt?" I shook my head quickly, nearly panting. "N-no sir." Instantly, the shirt was torn open, and I heard my buttons fly off. I winced, but forgot about the damage immediately as his hands traced my exposed skin instead. The little vibrator rested, and I forced myself to focus on Master instead. He traced the outline of my pale lacy bra silently and I tried to press into his hands. His touch was addicting.... "Oooh," I breathed again with the return of my toy. I rolled my u slowly. Master had withdrawn, no longer touching me, but I knew he was somewhere close. I rested my head against the door, moaning quietly. Fingers went behind me, unhooking my bra. My right hand was untied again to let my ruined shirt and bra strap slide off. I was bound again, leaving my clothes hanging from my left arm. I helped him as best I could, hoping to please him. My bra was quickly readjusted to hang around my neck. Master's hands returned, finding my perky breasts ready to play with. I groaned as he pinched and rolled my nipples. And when his mouth moved to them instead, I nearly came undone. "Sir..." One hand squeezed my breast while the other got licked and sucked. I squealed as he bit my nipple lightly, and I pushed further into him. I wanted more, now, and I was going crazy with all his teasing. Suddenly, he pulled away. "Sir!" I moaned, then bit my lip. This was a punishment, remember, I scolded myself. But it was hard not to complain. Master's hands went instead to the leather ties at my waist. My breath hitched. Slowly, methodically, they were untied and the wrap fell to the side. The little zipper was lowered next, and soon the fabric was around my ankles, leaving me in only my pale lacy panties and leather boots. I moaned as he rubbed the outside of my panties, right over my clit. "Oooh yes," I sighed, melting into the soft touch. They too were slid down my legs, and he guided my feet to step out of them. I pulled against my ties as he began teasing me. He pulled on the vibrator's antennae, making it twist and move inside me. It was driving me crazy! I whimpered, hoping he'd realize what he was doing to me. "AH!" At that moment, I felt Master move between my legs, his mouth exploring. The toy moved on and off multiple times, but I was focused solely on that talented tongue. "Oh, sir, ye-es!" I was shaking. I wanted to come, wanted him to keep tasting me and push me over the edge. "Sir, please...Oh God!" The toy was on full mode now, vibrating deep inside as his tongue also ventured in. The Master Chef-Good Clean Fun "Come, Slave." I didn't have a chance to resist. I cried out as it hit me, and I was nearly hanging from the ropes when I was done. "Oooh thank you," I finally managed to pant out. My pussy clenched around the toy as it continued to push me, making me squirm. "Siiiiir..." I heard Master stand back up, and I shuddered another orgasm at his command. Suddenly my ponytail was grabbed, and my head was pulled back. Startled, I yelped. "You worried me, Slave." I bit my lip, trying not to moan as his other hand played with my nipples again. "I kept calling, you never answered. Not once." I squirmed. He did not sound angry...but I definitely heard the worry strain his voice. "I'm sorry sir..." I started, but he pulled a little firmer, forcing me quiet. "You still don't call me by my name." He leaned forward and bit my nipple, making me jump again. "You are here to be punished, Slave. Do you understand that?" I nodded, trying not to shake. "Y-yes...Master." My hair was released, and a moment later my hands followed. "Hold yourself up." Trembling, I held onto the doorframe. My shirt and bra were finally pulled completely off, leaving me bare aside from my boots. I waited, holding my breath for his next order. Instead, his hands grabbed mine, pulling them up to his chest. "Take it off," he instructed. Surprised, my fingers traced the silky fabric. It felt like mine, with buttons or something lining it all the way down. He corrected my fingers, helping position them. "Rip it off." I did. I ripped the fabric apart, hearing snaps pop open. I made a mental note to get my own snap up shirt...no more ruined clothes. Before I could reflect on this, Master guided me around and pushed me over a chair. Soft fabric dug into my hips and I waited for his instructions. Instead, my boots were removed and my ankles were quickly bound. Not with soft, silky ties like before... The realization clicked as he chuckled. "You wanted cables, right?" The electronic cables tightened around my ankles, binding each foot separately to the chair legs. "Yes," I breathed. Just like my other fantasy, something I had written but never tried. And here I was, experiencing it. "Tell me why." He kept working, bending me over and pulling my hands forward to bind. He worked quickly, and soon I was unable to move at all. My heart quickened. "I like being tied up Master. With anything you want to use." I arched my back as he traced his fingers over my bare skin, moaning softly. "I feel naughty when you tie me up." Master turned on my toy, and I let my head fall forward submissively. Another orgasm was quickly approaching. Suddenly my hair was pulled again. "Really quick," I heard Master murmur, and my blindfold was ripped off. I blinked in the sudden light, and saw myself bound and bent over in front of a mirror. My eyes widened in surprise, and before I could say anything the blindfold was replaced. "Good little Slave," I heard, and my ass was smacked loudly. I flinched. "Thank you Master," I moaned. I was rewarded with another smack, this time not his hand. I recognized the feel of the little flogger biting into my skin, and I yelped. "Oh!" I was spanked with the flogger for several minutes, some blows harder than others which made me squirm and cry out over and over. I winced when the leather strips hit my pussy next. The vibrator kept buzzing, and with the flogger I was ready to collapse. "Please, oh please Master," I begged, but immediately both stopped their ministrations, and I was left in silence. My hair was pulled again, Master's hands directing me. "Take it," he murmured, and I felt him push against my lips. I opened them quickly, trying to stretch and take him in my mouth. My bound hands and ankles made it hard to move, and I struggled. Master moved closer and filled my mouth completely. I moaned thankfully. He tasted wonderful, and I took my time exploring his length. He was salty, and I moaned again. I loved that taste, and I eagerly sucked and licked his hard cock. Master held my hair firmly, directing me, and suddenly thrust deep down my throat. I nearly gagged, but did my best to keep him there. Master groaned as I reflexively swallowed. I realized what he was doing...a moment passed, and I felt my need for air rise quickly. But this time I couldn't tap him in warning...I was at his complete mercy. I whimpered and licked around him, hoping he would like it. I was seeing stars by the time Master withdrew, and I found myself gasping for air. "Good girl." My vibrator was yanked out of me and without a second to process, he was deep inside me. "OOH FUCK!" I tensed as he grabbed my hips, pounding into me. Master drove deeper and harder than usual, and I loved it. After all the punishment, this was very worth it. I couldn't move to meet his thrusts, so I just moaned and took what he gave me. Master reached past me and grabbed the end of my tie. He yanked it back, forcing my head to tilt up as a result. "Do you understand how worried you made your Master?" I gasped as he thrust hard to punctuate the question. "Yes Master!" He pulled my tie harder, making it hard to breathe. "You understand your punishment is far from being over, right?" I felt myself tense, my body ready to burst. "Yes Master!" My fists were clenched as he fucked me. "Please Master, may I please come?" My words tumbled out of me, and I prayed he wouldn't punish me by withholding my release. I needed it, right now. He was kind though. "Come," he commanded, and I broke as he thrust again. My body trembled hard, and as soon as he released my tie I fell forward, gasping for air. My vibrator was returned, roughly fillling me after he pulled away, and I groaned at the slight pain. Master kept moving, untying my wrists and loosening the cables until I was free. He pulled me off the chair and once again we were moving. Quickly I found myself bent over a mattress, feet spread much further apart and bound again, this time with the familiar ties. My arms were twisted behind my back and tied. "You have disobeyed me, Slave." My toy buzzed to life and I arched on the bed, groaning through clenched teeth. "You forgot my orders last week. You didn't call. And you did not answer your phone tonight. You worried me." The flogger lashed out and hit me. "You deserve your punishment, don't you?" I whimpered. "I'm so sorry Master. My phone..." Another lash made me yelp, and I trembled. "I didn't have signal driving out here. I am sorry I made you worry." I was hit again, and again, each hit a mix of pain and immense pleasure as he used more force. He dropped the flogger on the bed and pulled my hair back. "Say it again." I moaned, feeling him right behind me. "I am sorry Master!" His hand fell down to my pussy, feeling how soaked I was around my active toy. I moaned louder as he began rubbing me. Master released my hair and moved his hand to the toy in my ass. I groaned loudly as he pulled on it, letting the largest bead start to slide out. "Oh God sir!" He pushed it back in and out quickly, listening to my cries. "Y-yes!" Suddenly he stopped. My ankles and hands were untied and I was left bending over the mattress, breathing hard. My vibrator stopped, leaving me at the edge, but I didn't dare complain. I could only hope for what was coming to happen soon. I felt the bed dip in front of me, and my ponytail was grabbed again. I whimpered as he yanked on my hair, urging me to climb onto the mattress quickly. Another sharp tug pulled me forward, my head down to his cock. "Suck it," he ordered, and I did. My vibrator buzzed on and off as I pleasured him, and I tried without much success to ignore it. Finally he let go of my hair. "Take out your toy." With a soft pop, I pulled my mouth off his hard length. "Which one, sir?" I blushed, then corrected myself. "Master?" My hair was tugged again, forcing my face up, and I groaned at how it made me feel. "This one." He pulled on the antennae of the vibrator, and I finished the job, quickly sliding it out with a soft whimper. I hoped he would let go of my hair, but instead he seized my tie also. Master's grip on both was firm. "Get on. Now." I straddled him quickly, resting my hands on his chest for support. His cock teased me, waiting, and I slid onto it. "Aah..." He filled me up quickly, and I paused, panting. Oh God! Master did not let me rest for long. He rocked his hips, and I followed his lead, rolling my own to meet him. My hair was soon released, messily waving around my face as I rode my Master. His strong arm wrapped around my back instead, holding me firmly in place. I felt it coming, almost immediately. "Oh God, Master may I...please!" I held onto his shoulders, nearly digging my fingers into him. He answered and thrust into me from underneath, nearly pushing me off the mattress. His free hand circled around my throat, squeezing lightly. "Oh shit!" I came hard. After a few moments, Master tugged on my tie, bringing me down to rest on his chest. I complied, feeling my pussy contract around him. "Th-thanks," I murmured, slowly rocking my hips. He only grunted, thrusting into me harder. I tensed up, sensing his urgency to continue. I moaned in his ear, tangling my arms around his shoulders as he wrapped around my back and waist. He grabbed my chin and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. My tie was pulled behind my back, forcing my head to tilt backward. His breath was hot against my throat, and I moaned appreciatively as we kept moving. "Why am I punishing you?" he nearly growled. I gasped as he tugged on my tie. "I forgot my toy last week. And I didn't get your calls today." I groaned as he pushed me back up, fucking me hard. "I'm sorry Master, so sorry. OH!" I felt his hand reach around me and play with my little silicone toy, pumping it into me in time with his cock. "I deserve my punishment Master!" He groaned under me. "Damn right!" He reached up and smacked my left breast, then my right, making me wince. The pain was soon forgotten though when he reached between us and started rubbing my clit quickly. I grabbed his hand, urging him wordlessly to continue. "Oh fuck, Master!" I whimpered. I was ready to come again, and I wanted him there too. "Please sir, Master I want you to come inside. Please!" My hips rolled faster, and I could barely hold myself up. "Please, I earned it!" He was groaning louder, and once more his arms wrapped around my lower back. Master pulled me deeper onto him, making me gasp and squirm. "Ah..." he started, and I increased my efforts. "There!" He finally gasped, and he came inside me. I fell over on his chest, breathing hard. "Thank you, thank you..." I groaned. I rested my face against his shoulder, trying to control my breathing. Master waited patiently, his own breathing ragged. "Good girl," he repeated, hands moving lightly over my back. I nuzzled his shoulder in reply. "But I still have more punishments for you." I groaned as he spanked me. "Later." My blindfold was pulled off, and I finally got another look at my Master. He grinned up at me. "It's going to be a long weekend for you." I nearly purred as he started rocking against me again. Oh yes, it was going to be a very, very long weekend indeed. ~*~*~ I stretched out in my chair restlessly. Our morning was off to a slow (albeit relaxing) start. I woke up shivering--thanks to the impromptu fun after dinner last night, and my lack of clothing as a result--and woke Master up by trying to warm up next to him. We talked for a while, then decided to show me around the city and get breakfast. After some delicious donuts, we were now running errands. Which led to some of the most improvised fun I've had in a while. I looked around the room of washers and dryers. A couple sat in the far corner, reading as their laundry finished. I had no problem helping with laundry, especially when it meant more rest time between punishments. And so, we rested, quietly, at the laundromat. It was strangely relaxing. The soft whirring of the machines, the sunlight streaming in through the windows...it was perfect for a quiet Saturday morning. I gazed over at Master as he loaded the dryer with the last of his clothes. He looked relaxed, focused. He shut the door and started the machine, then strode over to sit by me. He glanced over at the other couple. "We should put on a little show for them," he grinned, and I slapped his arm playfully. "What? It'd make their morning a little better." I rolled my eyes and curled into my chair. "I don't show off for other people. Just you." I stuck out my tongue and squeaked when he gave me a look. Master let my remark slide, and again his attention turned to the room. "Not an ideal spot anyway. Too many cameras." He nodded up in the corners, and I followed his gaze. "Yeah...no cameras," I agreed. He kept looking. "And the windows...you wouldn't want to show off for the people outside either, would you?" I glanced behind me. The windows were nearly floor to ceiling, and while the town was not really busy at this time, the thought still made me shiver. "No windows. No cameras." I gazed over at the couple, who was now folding their newly dried laundry. "No couples watching, either." Master frowned, almost pouting, and I snuggled against him. "You can have me any way you want in the hotel," I murmured softly, kissing his neck. When he didn't reply, I shrugged. "Only other place here is the bathroom. Sexy, right?" I pulled away and rested my legs over his. His hand dropped to my jean-clad knee, rubbing it slowly. "You have much punishment to still receive, Slave," he murmured in a low voice. I blushed, remembering. After everything he put me through last night...I still had my entire list of misdeeds and incomplete orders to make up. "Yes, sir." He looked at me sharply, his brow raised in amusement. "I mean, yes, Master." The man grinned and tousled his soft brown hair under his hat. "Don't forget it," he warned. I stuck my tongue out again, earning a soft slap on my knee. We talked quietly for the next few minutes, usually broken up by teasing and giggling. I couldn't help but smile at the older man. He was in an uncharacteristically playful mood, and I was really warming up to it. He was going to be lots of fun when we returned to the hotel. I grabbed his hat and wore it playfully. "You like being my Master, sir?" I turned back to the man, watching his eyes flash amusedly. "Am I fun enough for you?" He just smiled. "Get up and we'll see." I must have looked confused, because he motioned over his shoulder. "It's empty." He nodded toward the dryer. "And we still have ten minutes." I gazed over. The couple had indeed snuck out at some point in our conversation, and now the only machine going was ours. Eyes wide, I looked back at my Master. "Here?" I squeaked. His grin got bigger. "Bathroom. Now." I scrambled to my feet and hurried across the floor, getting in the small room in record time. By the time I turned around he was inside as well, shutting the door and latching the small lock. He turned back around, brown eyes flashing. "What are you waiting for?" His pants were unzipped and his cock stood ready. I wasted no time. On my knees, I drew him into my mouth and sucked, taking him as deep as I could. My Master gasped as I worked, tugging at his pants and moving them out of my way. "Mmm..." After another minute, he pulled away, lifting me to my feet. "Pants off," he ordered, and I hurried to comply. I barely pushed the tight jeans down my legs when he seized my hair, pushed me against the wall, and slid inside. I moaned. Master used his grip on my hair to pull me into a kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders. The position wasn't very deep, but it felt tighter, and I knew he felt it too. I broke off the kiss, moaning softly as he thrust inside me. "Oooh!" Master's hands fell to my hips, pulling me harder against him. I ground against him, helping him thrust deeper. It was all I could do not to cry out louder...it was difficult enough to just stay as quiet as I was. I was positive any minute the door would bang open and we would get caught, and the idea just made me more excited. I kissed Master again, then pushed him back. "Let me fix..." I started, motioning to my pants. The material was still stuck by my boots, making it hard for my legs to spread for him. He nodded, and I quickly slid them further down my legs. I managed to pull them to the tops of my boots before he couldn't wait any longer. Master pulled me back up, lifting me into his arms. I rested my knees against his thighs and whimpered when he slid back in. "Good little Slave!" he panted, and I moaned into his shoulder. My arms wrapped around his neck, trying to stay balanced in his arms, as he fucked me harder. I didn't have time to ask for permission. I came, resting my head against him and trying desperately to control my volume. As I finished, the man put me back on my feet. "Suck it," he murmured, strained, and I quickly dropped back to my knees. I licked and sucked him hard, bobbing along his cock. I heard him breathing hard. Finally, he stopped me again. Grabbing my arm, he stood me up and spun me around, now facing the wall. "We don't have long," he warned, and I nodded as he thrust back inside. Master fucked me against the wall, hands on my hips as I pressed against the cold stone. I was shaking from the effort of staying quiet. "Sir," I moaned softly, and he pulled my hair back firmly, cutting me off with a kiss. I groaned into his mouth, and came again. He pulled out almost instantly, making me groan. "More later," he promised, sliding his boxers and jeans back up to close. I followed suit, quickly pulling my own panties and jeans in place. Master unlatched the door and quickly looked me over. "Let's see if we have an audience," he muttered, and I blushed. Quickly, Master opened the door and strode out. The laundromat was still empty, and our dryer was still spinning softly. Master spun to face me, grinning. "You got lucky this time, Slave." He pulled me close and kissed me, holding my lower back tightly. Just then, the door chimed open, and we broke apart as a young man entered with a basket of dirty clothes. I gazed at my Master. "Lucky indeed." ~*~*~ After our laundry adventure, Master finished my tour of the town. He bought me my own snap up shirt, took me to lunch, and taunted and teased me the rest of the morning. We got back to the hotel a little before noon. I followed him slowly up the stairs, laughing and joking with him. "I am so tired!" I moaned, waiting patiently for him to unlock the door. Master only smiled as he ushered me inside. I dropped my purse on the table and fell backwards onto the bed, stretching out. "Nap time!" I proclaimed, closing my eyes. I heard him laugh. Suddenly, I was pulled up to a sitting position. I pretended to glare, but gave up at the grin on his face. "What do you want?" Master kissed me. When he finally pulled back, I was blushing at how aroused I was. "Cheater," I muttered. Master grinned wider. "Ever heard of a nooner?" I furrowed my brow, drawing a blank. Finally, I sighed, shaking my head. I thought the man's face would split with the large grin adorning his face. "Then get undressed so I can show you." I stripped as quickly as I could, unzipping my boots and tossing them to the side. My pants were trickier, but I managed to slip them and my sweater off before he was done. My gray panties and lace bra were left, and I waited for instructions. Dropping his own pants, he gazed at me. "Very nice. But I want them gone." His fingers reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my chest. I leaned back and lifted my hips, helping him guide my panties off and drop them to the floor. The Master Chef-Good Clean Fun Satisfied, Master dropped his gray boxers and slid onto the bed beside me. "Get on, now." I wasted no time, straddling him and lining his cock up with my very wet pussy. He pulled me down hard, filling me in one stroke. My eyes widened, and I nearly fell over him. "Oh my God!" Master spanked me, urging me to get moving, and I started rocking my hips, bringing him in deeper. He moved me faster, guiding me, and I already felt that familiar tingling rise up. "Almost sir, right there!" The man lifted his hand up to my chest, fondling me roughly. "A nooner," he began, squeezing until I was watching him through lidded eyes, "Is when a couple meets over lunch break to fuck." He pushed into me, and I moaned in reply. "It's a quickie. But we're going to change that." I didn't ask what he meant. I moaned again, rocking faster. "Master, I'm there..." I squeezed my eyes shut and kept going. "Please!" A strong arm circled around my back, holding me in place. "Come as needed, you don't have to ask this time." I nodded thankfully and shuddered, my orgasm breaking over me nearly immediately. Oh shit! There was no down time to recover. Master kept me going, helping me rock until I could sit myself back up and take over again. His cock felt so good, swelled up inside me, and I groaned as I continuously sank onto him. Several orgasms later, I rested on his chest, my heart pounding rapidly. My head was spinning from the workout. "You...are good...at this," I muttered quietly, running my fingers through his soft hair. Master murmured in agreement, rubbing my back. The slightest touch on my sensitive skin was making my libido rise up again, and I squirmed. "It's only been ten minutes," he finally replied. I slowly lifted my head and gazed over at the alarm clock. 12:10. I gazed back down, smiling tiredly. "Only, huh?" I leaned down and kissed him softly. "You know, you sound like me when you say that." The man nodded, then bit my shoulder. "Ow!" I protested. "What was that for?" Master smirked and flipped me over onto my back. He was on top of me instantly, pinning me down. "Round two." He sank into me and I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. My body was still tingling from earlier, I didn't know if I could handle another round so soon! But as my Master slowly moved, I felt my body respond again. And it was responding like the little slut he made me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside. "Right there," I gasped. He moved faster, pounding into me with rough strokes. I felt his mouth on my neck, kissing and biting along my collar and shoulder. "Please, there!" I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he stopped me, pinning them above my head instead. Surprised, I tried to pull free. "Mast-" but his hand cut me off, clamping over my mouth tightly. It set me off, and I came again, squirming under his hands. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me, grinning. "Like that Slave?" I nodded as best as I could, mumbling under his hand. He kept pumping. "I can feel you squeezing around my cock." I moaned as he thrust harder. He finally pulled his hand away from my lips, and I panted, "Yes Master!" I brought my legs back up around him, raising my hips to meet his strokes. It was torturous...I felt another climax rising, unable to stop as he purposefully kept pounding his cock into me. "Please, sir, I can't do any more!" Master laughed. "Yes, you can." He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I whimpered shamelessly. "You'll come as many times as I say, won't you Slave?" I yelped when he leaned down and bit my shoulder again, just a nip. "Yes Master!" He moved lower, kissing and biting my nipple, and I groaned. "Oh my God there!" I bucked against him as he pulled and teased, unable to move my hands yet. "Fuck me, please!" Master obliged. I came again, and again, as he moved me wherever he wanted. "You're my naughty little cock whore, aren't you?" he growled. He released my hands, and I immediately pressed them against the headboard, trying to brace myself. "Yes Master!" He nipped my arm. "Say it!" I groaned. "I'm your little cock whore, sir!" He pumped furiously into me, making me cry out louder. "So naughty. Do you like me fucking you?" I only moaned, and he laughed. "Tell me where you like my cock, slut." He moved slowly, teasing me, and I tried to raise my hips against his. Master pulled back, waiting. I pouted, green eyes burning into him. "I like you everywhere. In my mouth, right here in my pussy, in my ass...please, Master!" I tried again, and he nearly pulled out of me. He pinned me down, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair. "No. Tell me where you want my cock." I frowned as he teased me, not quite pushing back in. "Sir?" Master nibbled on my ear, making me squirm. "Not your pussy, Slave. Your cunt. Where do you want it?" My mouth dropped open in shock. I hated that word. "Master," I moaned, and he tugged on my hair. "Please, I don't want to say it." I felt his lips on my neck, his left hand working its way up to my chest. I squirmed. "Say it, Slave, or be punished." His cock pushed into me again, and I broke. "My cunt, sir," I whispered, moaning. He shook his head, resting his forehead against mine. "The whole thing," he prompted. I moaned again. "Master, I want your cock in my cunt, please!" Instantly, he shoved deeper into me, and I whimpered. Master was done teasing, he was fucking me now, harder and faster and I wasn't going to last long. "May I please...oh God, please!" I shattered around him, holding myself to his chest. Master rested with me, both of us panting hard. I reached up and ran my fingers through his matted hair. Mine clung to my skin, sweaty from our long second round. Smiling, he looked over at the clock. "Only 12:35." I groaned. "Shooting for the whole hour?" I teased. He pumped into me once, and I jumped. "Master, please...I'm too tired!" I thought he was going to argue, but he simply pulled out and spread out beside me. "Then why don't you take a break?" He nodded downward, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, blow jobs were always one of my favorites, and he had given me more orgasms than I could count... I grabbed his cock, rubbing it slowly. He was still so hard, after almost forty minutes...holy crap. For our age gap, he was certainly giving me a run for my money. I licked him, tasting myself. It wasn't unpleasant...I actually liked the taste of his saltiness mixed with my sweet flavor. I took more in my mouth, sucking lightly on his thick cock. Mmmm...so delicious. I got up higher on my knees, getting a better position. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke of my lips. My tongue moved around him, feeling the steel beneath the soft skin. I went as deep as I could, feeling pressure when I reached his middle. His cock got bigger there, wider, and it was challenging to say the least. I sucked and swallowed, always trying to go deeper than before. I knew from his groans that Master enjoyed my efforts. Suddenly, I felt him grab my hair and pull me off. "Hey!" I yelped, but he pushed me down onto my back. I tried to pull away, but he held my legs apart and moved into place. I arched my back when his tongue first touched me. "Oh, Master!" His tongue was like magic. Master teased my clit, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me wriggle in his hold. I groaned when his tongue moved inside, licking me up. It was driving me crazy, and I struggled to sit up. "Master!" I tried to push him away, unable to resist much longer. "Please, Master!" Finally, he pulled away. "Slave?" He looked disapprovingly at me, and I almost felt guilty. "I can't...I'm so tired." I curled my legs under me and sat demurely. "I need a break." Master nodded, falling back onto the bed. "As you wish," he sighed, waving me away. I got up slowly, looking around for my hairbrush. My hair was a mess from our nooner, and I didn't want it to get worse during a nap. I found it on the floor by the table. Good, my legs were jelly anyway. I sat gingerly and started brushing, trying to ignore my body's complaints. I had been close, but it was time to rest. I could always get more from Master later. I wasn't even halfway done when my brush was yanked away and my hair was seized. I yelped, staring up at my Master as he towered over me. "We still have time on the clock," he grinned. His cock waited, hard and ready to go. I moaned, trying to fight the sudden spike of arousal that hit me. "But I need rest..." He pulled me close to his cock, pushing it against my lips. "Rest later." I gave up. I took him in my mouth, sucking hard as I rested my hands on his thighs. Master groaned at my quick work, holding my head in place. "Ah, yes...such a good little cock whore." I moaned in reply, sucking him harder. "I'll just have to fuck you again, won't I?" My eyes widened, and I groaned in protest. "No?" He pulled me to my feet, kissing me quickly. "You still need punishment, Slave. Would you like that instead?" I shook my head, panting as he spun me around and bent me over the table. My mirror image stared back at me as he grabbed my hair again. "Which one, Slave?" I whimpered as he teased me, his hand reaching around to rub my clit. "Please, Master, I want to rest..." I jumped as he pushed his fingers into me, slowly stretching me back out. "Oh, please...I need to rest!" Past my moans, we both heard voices outside the door. Housekeeping was moving from room to room, and they were right outside our room. I couldn't protest as Master slid inside me...instead, I groaned, long and loudly. He pumped into me slowly, his grip on my messy hair firm. "They're listening to you, Slave. They know how naughty you're being." I whimpered again, pushing back onto his cock as he drove deeper. "Should I let them in, to see what a dirty little slut you are?" I groaned. "No, Master." He began fucking me harder, and I braced my palms against the wall. "Just fuck me, please!" Master reached around and kept rubbing my clit, making me arch against him. "You wanted rest, now you want me to fuck you. Which one is it, Slave?" I gasped and kept moving my hips with his. "Fuck me, Master! Please fuck me!" I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't tell if the voices were still outside our room, nor did I really care. I was relying on the table to help hold me up...my legs felt like they would give out any second. "Sir, please!" Master moved faster, much to my delight. "Come, Slave!" he ordered, and I obeyed. My body clenched around him, my orgasm making me shake all over, and a moment later I heard him empty deep into me. We rested for a moment, both breathing hard. Finally, I felt him pull away. "Clean up, then take your nap," I heard over my shoulder. I did so quickly and quietly, and when I returned to the bed he was waiting. I curled up beside him and instantly fell asleep. ~*~*~ It was very dark when we woke up on our last day. I had woken up once already, overly warm, and had shed off my sweater. This time, curled up to his warm chest, it was someone else making noises. Master nuzzled my neck. "You started it," he murmured. "They wanted what you had." I moaned in agreement, scooting further against him. "Is that so?" He nodded, moving his hand down my chest and to my very wet, very ready pussy. "Are you wet?" I moaned. "Yes." I got a small spanking, and I jumped. "Then don't waste time." I rolled away from his side to see his cock ready in the dark. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. "Now." I jumped and straddled him, sitting just high enough above him to tease. "What does Master want?" I giggled. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down, making me yelp excitedly. I moaned as we moved, riding hard and fast. Before I had a chance to finish, he grabbed me around the waist and rolled over, pinning me on my back. "Do I need the gag?" he muttered, moving a hand up to my mouth. I shook my head quickly, moaning into his thick fingers as he thrust harder. His other hand reached for my throat, and I grabbed at it instantly. "Do I need to punish you, Slave?" Master warned, and I moved my hands away slowly. His fingers curled around my neck, and I felt my heart race. It was already harder to breath with my mouth covered...the thought of him choking me scared me, and at the same time got me so excited I thought I would scream. I moved my hands to his arms, wary, as he kept pumping. Master was watching me in the dark, smirking. "Good little Slave..." he murmured, slowly pulling himself out. I groaned, rolling my hips to get him back. He tightened around my throat, making me whimper. Without warning, he slammed back in, and I came quickly, grabbing onto him in surprise. As I came down from my high, Master pulled out completely and got up. "Go get your toys. Now." I blinked in surprise, still panting. "Master?" "You still haven't finished your punishments." I frowned, instantly feeling nervous. Slowly, I rose out of bed, trying not to shiver in the cool air. My toys sat in the bathroom, ready to be cleaned, and I quickly got to work. As soon as they were ready, I walked out to the main room. Master was sitting, ready, with the little flogger in his hand. My eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Put on the blindfold." He gestured to the counter, and I did so without complaint. I held onto the counter, trying not to tremble so much. "Very good." I waited, trying to hear him. Instead, I jumped as he grabbed hold of a fistful of my long hair, firmly guiding me to walk. Soon enough, he stopped me, bending me over the soft armchair. I waited, trembling, for his orders. I jumped as the flogger bit into my bare ass, making me yelp. "You have a lot to make up, Slave...eighteen for forgetting your toy." Another smack. "Two for not calling last week. Another two for not taking your picture like I ordered." Another smack, and I moaned into the chair. "Sir, just one for the phone call, and one for the picture." The toy smacked me again, and I moaned again. "Making a list, spanking you twice. Sound familiar?" He spanked me several more times, and I groaned, remembering his text. "Let's get started." I nearly yelped again when he thrust into me from behind, but soon found myself crying out in pleasure. Master did not fuck me for long. He pulled away, making me gasp. "You have twenty seconds to put your toys in, or you will add to your punishment." I gasped, pushing myself up. "Twenty..." I immediately felt around for the toys, trying to find them on the armchair's seat. I found the little vibrator first, sliding it easily into place. The other toy needed lube...I panicked. "Master..." I began, but he handed me the bottle without stopping his countdown. I quickly and liberally covered the pink toy. Master had reached ten and was still counting as I slowly pushed the toy inside my ass. It took several moments, and I was almost panicking when it finally pushed all the way in. Satisfied, I stood, trying not to focus on how full I was. "Three, two..." I turned his direction, baffled. "Sir, I'm ready, I did as you asked!" I felt his hand around my neck, pushing me back into a bent position over the chair. "...One. Come, Slave." The toy buzzed on, and I instantly moaned, turned on by his hand and the toys. A second later I came, nearly jerking in his hold. Another spank of the flogger hit me, and I cried out, still very sensitive from the last hit. He flogged me again, and I reflexively reached back, trying to protect my ass. "No," came his firm warning, and he moved my hand. The leather strips hit me again, and I couldn't help but move my hand again. He caught it, holding my wrist. "Do I need to tie you up, Slave?" I moaned, shivering. "No, Master." I held onto the chair as firmly as I could, taking the next few swats with a quiet whimper. Master rubbed my ass gently afterward, making me sigh. "You shouldn't have moved." I cried out when he turned on the toy, whipping me again. I shook. The spankings were harder, still nothing compared to what I knew he could possibly give me, but I instantly blocked my sensitive skin. Master sighed, and my hand was stretched forward and tied down. "I'll tie the other one too, if you move," he warned. I took the rest of my spankings quietly, digging my fingers into the chair. "Ooooh siiir!" I mewled when he was done. I thought I was going to fall over, I was trembling so hard. Master played with my toy, letting it vibrate on and off to keep me near the edge. Finally, I felt something soft land on my hand. "Put it on," he ordered, and I felt the soft tie ready to wear. I struggled to pull it over my head, having only one hand to comply, but as soon as it was ready it was in Master's hand, pulled back so my head was tilted backward. At some point my blindfold fell off, but I kept my eyes squeezed shut. My little vibrator was removed, and once more Master took its place, fucking me hard. "Oh shit!" I moaned, and I shattered, my legs coming off the ground and toes curling. Master groaned as I squeezed my legs together. Quickly, he untied my hand and guided me back to the mattress, using the tie to pull me forward. "Where's your blindfold, Slave?" I tried to explain, but he shoved his cock into my mouth instead. I took it eagerly, ready to please. Master moaned into my mouth, still holding my tie. "Such a good girl...how'd you get so naughty." I moaned around him, taking him as deep as I could. I felt the width stretch my mouth, getting caught at my throat... He moaned again. "Take it all..." I did my best, and he slid further inside. I thought I would choke, but I swallowed reflexively and breathed through my nose. "Yes!" Finally I had to pull back, panting, but his groan made me smile. I could tell I had pleased my Master. I felt him shift, then tug on my tie again. "Get on, slut," he commanded, and I instantly mounted him, keeping my eyes shut. It was torturous, having him guide me and then make me stop just before I thought I would burst. Over and over he did this, making me cry out in frustration. Finally he pulled me close, and I felt his mouth on my nipple. "Oh, yes!" I moaned, running my fingers through his soft hair. He teased and pinched them, massaging my tits until I was moaning again. I had never felt this good just from having my breasts played with...it was incredible! "Master, please, don't stop!" I panted. He only laughed and bit gently on one. I cried out again. "Come, Slave!" I shuddered, partly embarrassed that something so simple made me so excited. As soon as he felt me coming, Master started pounding into me again, intensifying my already orgasmic nerves. I kept moaning and squirming as he fucked me, and soon he was at his limits too. I felt the hand on my tie tighten as he came, pulling me down for a long, heated kiss as he pumped into me. We gasped when we broke apart. "You can open your eyes now." I did, blinking slowly. Master grinned up at me, exhaustion written on his handsome face. "Shower and breakfast?" I nodded, looking over at the clock. "Sounds perfect." ~*~*~ We returned from the hotel breakfast bar not long after, feeling much fuller and not much more awake. Our morning workout had been intense, and I felt drained as we walked up the stairs back to the room. "Nap?" I called as he shut the door. He nodded, stripping off his shirt and jeans. I followed suit, landing back in bed with just my t-shirt and a smile. I set an alarm on my phone. "What time do we have to leave?" I knew he worked today, and I hoped one more round could be finished before we had to evacuate the room. "Out by noon," he mumbled, and I set it. Two hours for napping. Sighing, I curled up next to him, and we drifted off to sleep. It didn't last long. I rolled over, only to see Master staring at me. He nearly grinned when I blinked at him in surprise. "Morning," I said sleepily. I gazed over at the clock. Just after 11. So we had only slept an hour. I gazed back at him, confused.