Jordan's POV
She grunted as I pounded into her, shaking against me. My fingers were firmly embedded in her hair as I held her firmly. Reaffirming my hold over her. My ownership.
'Who owns you.' I quipped, in between rasped breathing.
'You Master.' Number one answered, clenching her little fist against the sheets.
'You better make that fucking louder.' I whispered
'You. You Master. I am your slave.' She let out a squeal before my cock, buried inside her pussy, was painted with her juices. I pulled out of her. Picking up my towel before letting her fall on the bed, exhausted and shaking.
I walked over to my shower, dropping the towel on the carpet before turning the cold water on. Droplets of it fell on my shoulders and on my back, yet my frustrations remained clinging on me.
'Fuck!' I gasped as I ran my hands over my body.
