Master turned Soft

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"Goodnight. I love you" I smiled to my parents as they headed upstairs. My hands grew clammy, and my heart beat faster in my chest.

"Goodnight you two." My dad smiled before disappearing up the stairs.

"You," Julian's chest pressed firmly against my back, "are going to be the death of me."

My breath caught in my throat as he held my waist and kissed my shoulder softly.
"I'm sorry. It just.. sort of.. happened."

"Do you think I am poor, pet?" His voice was low. Rough.

"No." I bit back a yelp as he sent a sharp yet almost silent smack to my ass. "No sir." I corrected.

"Your outburst embarrassed me. How I handle embarrassment, pet?"

"You don't."

"So you know yelling Oh Fuck at the dinner table after seeing the bill you knew I was trying to keep you from seeing was probably not the best reaction?"

"Yes sir" I breathed quietly.

"If it weren't for your parents, not only would I have bent you over the hood of the car and spanked you outside the restaurant. You would be in punishment position, at my feet, the second we got home." He unzipped my dress and I bit my lip.

"So does that mean I'm not getting a punishment?" I asked softly.

"Did those words leave my mouth?" He asked.

"No sir."

"Look at you. Using your manners now. Little too late for that, huh?" he pulled the straps of my dress down and let the fabric hit the floor in a puddle at my feet. I shivered at the sudden chill, my bare chest exposed. "You're going to watch. As I please myself. I will not touch you. And you will not touch yourself."

"Sir-"

"Unless you're coloring out, I believe there is not a response needed." He kissed my shoulder, "go sit on the couch."

I made my way to the couch and sat down. He sat on the other end and faced me.
"Turn and face me." He spoke softly. I followed directions, sitting criss cross, facing him.

He undid his pants and pushed them down slightly, along with his boxers. His dick sprang out.

I watched as he ran his hand up and down his shaft before lubing it up with spit. He sped up his strokes, his mouth falling open to let out beautiful sounds that usually I cause him to make.

I was almost jealous of his hand. Watching a man please themselves in front of you when it's been your job for a year... sparks jealousy.

His head fell back lazily, but his eyes never left my face. I watched as his muscles flexed with each stroke he gave himself. I wanted to know what he was thinking about. I could only hope it was me.

Was his hand doing a better job that mine did? I wanted to be the cause of his moans. The sharp inhales he was taking.

I looked up, catching his eye.
"Let me help." I said softly.

"No."

"Please sir. Let me touch you." I almost begged. I wanted to be the only reason he felt so good.

I sat up on my knees, crawling closer to him. His movements did stop, and I didn't dare touch anywhere near his cock.

"No. Sit down and watch or I'm going to spank you."

"Then spank me." I hovered over him, using his shoulder and the couch to hold me up.

His hand came up and grabbed my throat, pulling my face closer to his, "Sit down."