RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟔*

A/N: BDSM Alert! Skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable with it! You have been warned!

Read Chapter 45 before this...It's a continuation.

ENJOY!

Alana's POV.

His breathing was starting to even out, but his eyes were still dark and filled with lust.

"You know, good kitten cleans their Master's cock."

He looked at me, the question in his eyes. I knew he was giving me a chance to say no. I steeled myself and slowly opened my mouth and extended my tongue, keeping my eyes on him.

He put his hand lightly in my hair, leaving me space to pull back if needed, and guided his cock towards my waiting mouth. I closed my eyes as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucked gently on the end, the first taste of his cum hitting my tongue. I quickly licked around the head and popped his cock out, swallowing the little bit I had cleaned off of him.

His dark eyes regarded me carefully, as a smile split his face. He sat down beside me and pulled me into his lap stroking and kissing my hair.

"Such a good girl. You're incredible. I hope you know that,"

I snuggled closer into him and sighed contentedly. God, I loved when he just held me like this.

"Thank you, Master. I'm happy I was able to please you,"

He tilted my chin up so he could look directly into my eyes.

"Very much. I'm so proud of you. And you definitely pleased me!"

He kissed me gently, my head still tilted up to his, and then slowly deepened the kiss. He tilted my head up and kissed and nibbled at my neck and collar bone, and it took no time before my body was fired up and desperate again. Far too quickly for my liking, he stopped and stood.

"Are your legs ok?"

"Yes, Ha-Master"

"Good. Get back in your kneel and spread your legs,"

I moved quickly to obey. Once I was in position he reached out and stroked my pussy gently, his fingers lightly teasing over my outer lips and clit. I moaned loudly, wanting so much more.

"Don't move. I'll be right back,"

He disappeared upstairs and I was left kneeling on the floor waiting for him. Thankfully the sun through the upper windows had warmed up the room, and the temperature was quite comfortable, even naked.

He returned quickly and crouched beside me, washcloth in hand, and wiped off the cum on my chest. He stood and offered me his hand, giving me permission to rise to my feet. I did so slowly, taking a moment to stretch out my legs. I would definitely need to practice kneeling and increase my tolerance for the position.

He led me to the loveseat, grabbed his bag off the floor, and invited me to sit beside him. He reached in the bag and my breath caught as he brought out a beautiful black sheer robe. He removed the tags and helped me slip them around my shoulders. It hid nothing, but a little extra warmth coursed into my body, and I was appreciative for his thoughtfulness.

"You look even better than I imagined in that."

He reached out and gently stroked my nipple through the sheer fabric.

"I like when your body is displayed for me. This seemed like a fun compromise, where you would feel like you were wearing clothes, but it would cover nothing,"