The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Leaning against the wall, I watched as my master slowly stirred awake. He was naked, his muscular form covered in a fine sheen of sweat from our previous night's activities. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took, his cock softening but still partially hard.
I remained silent, waiting for him to wake fully before moving. My eyes traced over his body, taking in every detail: the defined abs, the thick thighs, the powerful calves. He was an intimidating figure, but the way he made love to me last night made me feel cherished and desired.
As he opened his eyes and slowly sat up, I knelt before him, my head bowed in submission. "Good morning, Master," I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes.
He smiled down at me, his warm brown eyes holding a hint of mischief. "Good morning, my slave," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through my hair, tangling them gently.
I leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. "What would you like me to do for you today, Master?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
He leaned back against the bed, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "Why don't you start by getting me some breakfast?" he suggested with a grin.
I stood up, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks at his request. "Yes, Master," I replied, my voice small but obedient. I walked towards the door, pausing to glance back at him one last time before leaving the room.
Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. I was here to please my master, to make him happy and satisfied. As I prepared breakfast, my thoughts wandered back to last night, remembering the way he'd taken control over my body. His rough hands on my hips, his mouth devouring every inch of my skin.
When breakfast was ready, I carried the tray back to our room, setting it down on the bedside table. "Master, your breakfast is ready," I announced, my voice still shaking slightly.
He looked up from where he'd been lying back against the bed, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. "Come here, slave," he commanded, patting the mattress beside him.
I walked slowly towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the edge of the bed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the mattress beside him.
"Eat with me," he ordered, taking a bite of toast.
I nodded, leaning in to take a bite of the food on the tray. As we ate together, he reached down to stroke my thigh, his hand moving higher up my leg with each passing moment.
His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder what else he had in store for me today. Whatever it was, I knew that I would be more than happy to oblige.
