Master's Pet
Title: Master's Pet (Companion to Misha's Master
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Misha/?
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 741
Disclaimer: Misha is his own person, and most likely doesn't do stuff like this. This is just my dirty mind playing.
Summary: Misha loves to serve his Master, even after being humiliated.
Warnings: Spanking (hardly), creative discipline, pain!kink
Notes: Yeah, I felt a little bad for treating Misha like that, so I continued it and made it better for him!!
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This is so much better, Misha thinks even though his knees are aching. Master is sitting back on the couch and Misha’s between his legs licking and nuzzling Master’s dick. Master has one hand threaded in his hair and has one finger threaded through the d ring of his collar.
Misha’s head is spinning from the musky scent and the pure joy of making Master happy. This is what he lives for. He lives to serve.
Master’s hips lift off the couch slightly, the leaking head of his dick searching for his mouth. Misha opens for him, and takes it all in one go. Master moaned loudly, the sound heading straight to Misha’s dick. Misha whimpers himself as he starts to bob up and down, burying his nose in the dark wiry pubic hair. The ring on his collar is released, and Master runs his hand down Misha’s arm. Once he reached his hand, Master threaded their fingers together and squeezed affectionately.
Definitely much better.
Misha whimpered again, his own neglected dick leaking against his stomach. Every time Master’s dick hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, making Master grunt and tug on his hair. But Misha needs more.
Misha looks up to Master with a devious glint in his eyes. The hand that was resting on Master’s thigh drops down into his lap and slowly slides over to his own dick. Master’s eyes narrowed at Misha and gave his hair a sharp, warning tug. Unable to grin, Misha wrapped his hand around his own dick and started stroking.
Master yanked on Misha’s hair, pulling him off the dick and forcing him to stare at the ceiling.
“Did I give you permission?” Master growled. The sound went through Misha’s body like electricity.
“No, Master,” Misha panted, still stroking himself slowly. Misha couldn’t resist the slight curve of his lips.
“One more stroke and you get the paddle,” Master warned, his own lips twitching, trying not to smile.
Misha’s hips rose up as he slid his fist down his dick and let loose a filthy moan.
Master’s other hand shot out and grabbed Misha’s wrist. He wrenched it into a slightly awkward position, making his pet hiss and smile.
“No, you don’t deserve the paddle,” Master said through a wicked smile. He released Misha’s hair and grabbed his collar. He yanked him forward, forcing his face into the couch cushions. Misha scratched at the cushions, leaving his face buried. Master watched as his pet canted his hips backwards, begging for it.
Master picked up the belt that Misha had coiled so carefully on the couch an hour earlier. He folded it in half and snapped it. Misha groaned into the cushions as the crack echoed in the living room. He arched his back, pushing his ass out. Master snapped the belt again, closer to his pet. Misha twitched in anticipation, a light sheen of sweat breaking out over his back.
Careful not to touch him, Master leaned over his pet and held the belt next to Misha’s ear. He snapped it again, and Misha’s whole body shook as he made a loud, long desperate noise into the couch.
Master sank to his knees behind Misha, letting his cock stroke between Misha’s ass cheeks. Misha ground against him, whimpering desperately. Master covered Misha’s back with his chest and licked the shell of ear.
“You’re not getting it,” Master whispered.
Misha whined desperately.
“Please, Master. I want it,” Misha begged.
Master brought his hand back and connected it on the side of Misha’s ass. Misha gasped and bucked.
“That’s the only one,” Master growled. He took the lube that is always kept hidden under the couch cushions and uncapped it. He pulled off his pet and squeezed the bottle, letting the cool liquid drip down between Misha’s cheeks, making him whine at the cool sensation on such sensitive skin.
Master lined himself up to Misha’s hole and pressed against it. He didn’t get much prep earlier, but Misha was so needy for pain right now. Misha pushed back, trying to urge his Master in. He gave a sharp thrust, and sank in to the too tight hole. Misha grunted in pain, but kept pushing backwards.
“You want it to hurt?” Master whispered.
“Yes, please. Please Master, hurt me,” Misha whimpered.
Misha whined and gasped at the pain that was slowly giving way to pleasure.
Yes, this was indeed so much better than earlier.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Misha/?
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 741
Disclaimer: Misha is his own person, and most likely doesn't do stuff like this. This is just my dirty mind playing.
Summary: Misha loves to serve his Master, even after being humiliated.
Warnings: Spanking (hardly), creative discipline, pain!kink
Notes: Yeah, I felt a little bad for treating Misha like that, so I continued it and made it better for him!!
~*~*~*~*~*~
This is so much better, Misha thinks even though his knees are aching. Master is sitting back on the couch and Misha’s between his legs licking and nuzzling Master’s dick. Master has one hand threaded in his hair and has one finger threaded through the d ring of his collar.
Misha’s head is spinning from the musky scent and the pure joy of making Master happy. This is what he lives for. He lives to serve.
Master’s hips lift off the couch slightly, the leaking head of his dick searching for his mouth. Misha opens for him, and takes it all in one go. Master moaned loudly, the sound heading straight to Misha’s dick. Misha whimpers himself as he starts to bob up and down, burying his nose in the dark wiry pubic hair. The ring on his collar is released, and Master runs his hand down Misha’s arm. Once he reached his hand, Master threaded their fingers together and squeezed affectionately.
Definitely much better.
Misha whimpered again, his own neglected dick leaking against his stomach. Every time Master’s dick hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, making Master grunt and tug on his hair. But Misha needs more.
Misha looks up to Master with a devious glint in his eyes. The hand that was resting on Master’s thigh drops down into his lap and slowly slides over to his own dick. Master’s eyes narrowed at Misha and gave his hair a sharp, warning tug. Unable to grin, Misha wrapped his hand around his own dick and started stroking.
Master yanked on Misha’s hair, pulling him off the dick and forcing him to stare at the ceiling.
“Did I give you permission?” Master growled. The sound went through Misha’s body like electricity.
“No, Master,” Misha panted, still stroking himself slowly. Misha couldn’t resist the slight curve of his lips.
“One more stroke and you get the paddle,” Master warned, his own lips twitching, trying not to smile.
Misha’s hips rose up as he slid his fist down his dick and let loose a filthy moan.
Master’s other hand shot out and grabbed Misha’s wrist. He wrenched it into a slightly awkward position, making his pet hiss and smile.
“No, you don’t deserve the paddle,” Master said through a wicked smile. He released Misha’s hair and grabbed his collar. He yanked him forward, forcing his face into the couch cushions. Misha scratched at the cushions, leaving his face buried. Master watched as his pet canted his hips backwards, begging for it.
Master picked up the belt that Misha had coiled so carefully on the couch an hour earlier. He folded it in half and snapped it. Misha groaned into the cushions as the crack echoed in the living room. He arched his back, pushing his ass out. Master snapped the belt again, closer to his pet. Misha twitched in anticipation, a light sheen of sweat breaking out over his back.
Careful not to touch him, Master leaned over his pet and held the belt next to Misha’s ear. He snapped it again, and Misha’s whole body shook as he made a loud, long desperate noise into the couch.
Master sank to his knees behind Misha, letting his cock stroke between Misha’s ass cheeks. Misha ground against him, whimpering desperately. Master covered Misha’s back with his chest and licked the shell of ear.
“You’re not getting it,” Master whispered.
Misha whined desperately.
“Please, Master. I want it,” Misha begged.
Master brought his hand back and connected it on the side of Misha’s ass. Misha gasped and bucked.
“That’s the only one,” Master growled. He took the lube that is always kept hidden under the couch cushions and uncapped it. He pulled off his pet and squeezed the bottle, letting the cool liquid drip down between Misha’s cheeks, making him whine at the cool sensation on such sensitive skin.
Master lined himself up to Misha’s hole and pressed against it. He didn’t get much prep earlier, but Misha was so needy for pain right now. Misha pushed back, trying to urge his Master in. He gave a sharp thrust, and sank in to the too tight hole. Misha grunted in pain, but kept pushing backwards.
“You want it to hurt?” Master whispered.
“Yes, please. Please Master, hurt me,” Misha whimpered.
Misha whined and gasped at the pain that was slowly giving way to pleasure.
Yes, this was indeed so much better than earlier.
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