M Is For Master

My breath caught in my throat as his long fingers danced across my sun-kissed skin. I could feel every nerve in my body alight with anticipation. He never made me wait long.
"Such a good girl, my good girl." He whispered while his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
I couldn't speak, not as if I had anything coherent to say anyways. Each second of the silence that followed his words was like a fire being stroked inside me.
This was his game. His rules. Ones that i never thought id find myself following.
"You may speak little girl." His voice, deep and commanding, sent shivers through my already heated body.
"All yours." I whispered kinda pathetically. My voice coming out whiny and desperate.
The sound of a smack against skin rang through the room.
I gasped and bit my lip to keep from crying out in shock. He spanked me. I had disappointed him.
As the flesh of my rear end started to redden he stood in-front of me. Smoldering hazel eyes met my own near black ones.
"You forgot something pet." He said, all the while twisting my coal black hair between his fingers.
I waited for permission to speak, afraid of disappointing him further.
"Speak pet." He growled, patience warring thin.
"I am all yours....Master."