[Erotic Bites] Master and Kitten

She straddled his lap and leaned in, her breath bated with anticipation. His cologne- a blend of cinnamon and amber- enveloped her senses, mingling with the light musk of his natural scent. Master. It smelled like home, and a pleasant tingling danced inside her mind as raindrops into a puddle of bliss.

“It’s good to see you again, Kitten.” His lips curled gently into his usual reassuring, sly smile amid the forest of stubble along his sharp jaw.

“M-Master...” Kitten wrapped her arms around him desperately as she leaned forward and slowly began a series of gentle and rhythmic licks along the side of Master’s neck.

“Enjoying yourself, pet?” Master chuckled softly, tracing a finger along the girl’s side so as to barely graze her exposed flesh. “You were already wearing your collar when I got home. You must have missed me.”

“Mhm...” She softly bit down onto Master’s earlobe, licking his ear diligently.

“Ah...” Master’s smile grew more mischievous and he slid a hand down to his crotch and began massaging his rapidly-stiffening cock through his jeans. “It still kills me when you nibble my ears like that.”

Kitten giggled and then pressed her lips against Master’s ear before whispering, “Good.”
She went back to teasing her Master with the tip of her tongue, licking first along the edge of his ear before moving her focus to the centre. Master couldn’t help but grin as he visibly struggled to maintain composure. The cute wet noises of Kitten’s mouth against his ear sent shivers down his spine and shockwaves through his mind.

“Am I doing a good job, Master?” Kitten whispered giddily, with a note of neediness in her voice.

“Y-You are, little one...” Master’s voice was breathy and shaking, and his cock strained insistently against the fabric of his boxers. He felt a finger tracing along the back of his hand that had been attending his erection.

“May I please take out your cock, Master?” Kitten moved her face to look up pleadingly at him. “I... uhm... really wanted to today... maybe all day...”

“Poor thing...” He took her hand in his own and held it for a moment before placing it on the straining bulge of his lap. “Yes, you may.”

“T-Thank you, Master...!” Kitten smiled jubilantly as she skillfully undid the button of Master's pants and enthusiastically wrapped her hand around the throbbing mass of his boxer-clad shaft. She traced a tongue up the edge of his other ear, prompting a low gasp from Master. "I love how hard sir gets when I play with him this way..."