I pour a glass and sit opposite of Jayden at the counter that served as a table. "What ya making?" I ask cheerfully. "It smells amazing." A smile spre...ds across Jayden's lips as he flips the contents in the skillet. "I am making you an omlette." He says, peering up at me then looking back down at the food. "I didn't know you cooked," I admit. He drank blood and hadn't really needed the skill of preparing a meal. "I don't," he says. "Cooking channel helps, though." I laugh at him. The fact he's. But you are my slave. I decide who fucks you and when. I decide what you wear when we go out. I decide who gets to see and touch those sexy tits. Your ass is mine, literally and figuratively."Becky listened to what her sister was telling her. But her mind seemed to seize on the part where Bev admitted that she was my slave. She spoke just above a whisper when she asked, "You're his slave?!"Bev smiled proudly and said, "Sweetheart, if you knew what I've been through since Sunday, I don't think. Janey ... are you asleep?" she whispered as she sat on the edge of the narrow cot."Huh? Uh? Almost, Bonny. Whaddya want?" the girl replied somewhat crankily. In fact, she had been fingering her cunt as she relived an embellished version of her first and only sexual coupling. It had happened the week before she was sent to the convent when her older brother's friend had caught her alone in her bedroom. Believing that she was the only person in the house, she was lying naked on her bed as she. I’m so wet for you that the air of you pulling away is cool against me. This is replaced by you, as you push up against me, making sure briefly you’re lined up before pushing into me. Holding me, still from behind. Spooning me, grabbing my breast, and filling me. Make me yours. You’re speeding up. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the soft hit of you as you enter me fully. You almost hurt, but the need for you is so bad it overwhelms me. Every inch of you sets me on fire. Every second.