Isabella's pov
In the envelqoping darkness of the room, I couldn't see a thing, yet my heart raced with excitement. The master's gesture of removing my blindfold spoke volumes—it was a sign of trust that warmed me to my core. Also, he had done it so lovingly which proved to me that the Mr L liked and cared about me.
This handsome, kind master had placed his faith in me, and I couldn't help but feel myself falling for him more and more.
Unable to contain my excitement, I sat up eagerly, my hands finding his face. "Master, are you going to stay with me?" I whispered, hoping to hear his confirmation. He nodded gently, a movement I could feel more than see, but I knew his smile mirrored the warmth in my own heart.
Even in the darkness, I could feel all of his actions. From his nod to his warm assuring smile.
It was evident he felt something for me too, and the thought filled me with happiness. "Is there something else you'd like to do?" I asked, my body tingling with anticipation.
Once again, he nodded, and excitement surged within me at the promise of what lay ahead. There was so much to explore with my master, whose experience far surpassed mine.
Today, I craved to understand him more intimately, to unravel the depths of his being. Darkness became our refuge, where honesty flowed freely between us without shame or guilt.
I liked the darkness, it made me feel free and I could tell that Mr L also felt free.
Mr. L lifted me gently, carrying me to the soft comfort of the bed. We lay side by side, and I held onto him tightly, feeling his warmth seep through the bedding, quickening my pulse.
"May I kiss you, master?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper in the dimly lit room.
He nodded, and his lips, soft and inviting, welcomed mine eagerly. I tasted him eagerly, savoring the tender intimacy of the moment.
His lips were warm and plush against mine, his touch gentle yet commanding. As our kiss deepened, his hand cradled my jaw, guiding the rhythm of our exploration.
In the darkness, our kiss created a symphony of sounds — the wet, rhythmic mingling of lips and tongues that stirred a deep longing within me. My body responded eagerly, my desire growing with each heartbeat.
Amidst our embrace, soft moans escaped my lips, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. Eventually, the quilt that covered us was pushed aside, and I found myself lying beneath him, my legs naturally parting around his waist as I clung to him with unrestrained passion.
In this moment, I surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire, lost in the sensation of him.
In the darkness enveloping us, I surrendered utterly to the master's insistent kiss, feeling my lips and teeth yield in a fervent exchange that echoed shamelessly through the silence. The uninhibited sounds of our union filled the air, heightening the intensity of the moment.
His kiss was a catalyst, sparking a primal desire that surged through me, igniting a visceral response that left me trembling with anticipation. The erotic sensation of his lips on mine sent a rush of heat through my body, causing me to moan softly, caught between breaths and consumed by longing.
The quilt that had covered me was swept aside by the master's hands, exposing my body to his hungry gaze. I reclined, pulling him closer with a fierce embrace around his neck. As our bodies aligned, my legs naturally found their place on either side of his waist. I instinctively curled my knees, drawing him nearer in a moment of unbridled abandon.
Suddenly, I felt the heat of his arousal against my clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that stole my breath away. His cock pressed teasingly against me, moving with deliberate intent until I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy.
“Yes, master. Fuck me, master,” I whimpered, my voice filled with desperate longing.
He entered me suddenly, his cock stretching me to the brink despite my slick arousal. My walls tightened around his huge girth as he thrust deeper into me, his groans echoing in the darkness alongside my own escalating cries and screams.
In the dimly lit room, the Master's heavy breaths caressed my face, warm and intense, a silent mix of pleasure shared. It was evident he was as immersed in this moment as I was, each thrust driving us further into a primal rhythm we both understood and shared.
I lifted my waist to give him more access and met each thrust with a whine that had him groaning and whimpering even louder.
“Ohhh…” he moaned out, his voice trailing off as though he just now remembered our agreement that he wouldn’t speak and this would be a silent training.
My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and panic at how intense the feelings I was having now gripped my bones.
His hand found my left breast, fingers tracing its contours, his touch synchronized with the erratic beat of my heart. His closeness only heightened the intensity between us.
Struggling to control my ragged breaths, I felt consumed by the heat of our passion. The Master continued to listen intently, his focus entirely on the raw pleasure we were experiencing as he leaned his head close to my heart to listen to the ruthless rhythm of my heartbeat.
In the grip of unbridled passion, all thought and restraint vanished, leaving only the raw, primal force of dark desire between us.
My throat emitted involuntary, staccato sounds, incapable of forming coherent screams as pleasure overwhelmed me more than ever before when his cock continued to touch my g-spot.
Unable to endure the tension of our silence any longer, I tentatively raised my right hand, yearning for confirmation that I pleased him as he did me.
"Am I your perfect sub?" The question escaped my lips in a whisper, laden with a desperate need to know, echoing the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat.
Tears filled my eyes and...