For all their antics, she still had not felt Peter’s cock in her pussy, he had never fucked her. He had driven her insane, but they still had not had intercourse. As she crawled, she wondered if tonight would be the night.

As Peter walked behind her, he picked up a sweaty shirt from his bag, and brought it along. His cock was pouring so much precum, it left a clear trail to match the grool dripping from Suzanne’s cunt.

Finally, Suzanne was at the foot of her own bed, leashed and ready to obey.

“Hands and knees, face down.”

Suzanne quickly obeyed, turning away from him and putting her face to the floor with her ass in the air.

Peter took his shirt and put it on the floor beneath her face, an inch from her nose and mouth. Again, she could smell him, the scent was perversely intoxicating. She had never craved every aspect of someone so completely.

Peter kneeled behind her, and said “you’ve been a very good girl Suzanne. You earned something special.”

Suzanne suddenly felt his right hand grip her waist roughly and felt his hard warm cock against her soaked pussy lips. Suddenly, the collar was tight around her neck as Peter used the leash as leverage to bury his cock in her pussy. He began fucking her deeper and deeper with each thrust, as she moaned.

“Who owns you Slut?” Peter asked.

“You master.” Suzanne groaned.

“Who?” Peter asked.

“You Master!!!” Suzanne said.

As the words left her mouth, the leash and collar got tighter, and she struggled to breathe while he fucked her soaking wet pussy. She felt him grow and throb deeper inside her, knowing that Peter would soon cum. His heavy balls, the same she had worshipped, bounced off her erect needy clit.

Again, she struggled for breath, and as she began to lose consciousness again, she felt Peter’s hand on her back, pushing her face into the sweaty shirt. As she surrendered, she realized she was about to cum with him, if she could just maintain consciousness until then. The collar was so tight, but she wanted to cum.

Suddenly, when she nearly blacked out, Peter let out a low groan and she felt his cum inside her. The sensation was overwhelming and as she felt the first shudder of her own orgasm, Peter released his grip on her leash and she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of her Master.

The experience, every sense stimulated, was intoxicating, and Suzanne came harder than ever before, her involuntary convulsions milking the cum from Peter. He kept his cock inside her even when she tried to pull away from overstimulation. He wouldn’t let her go as she just kept cumming on his cock, face to the floor and soaked in his sweat.

As her orgasm subsided, she felt Peter’s hand on her neck; and felt the metal collar loosen and be pulled away. She felt a blanket wrapped around her, as Peter picked her up and carried her to a nearby chair.

Suzanne sat in his lap, wrapped in his arms and leaking his cum, exhausted but satiated. His ownership was addicting.