"Yes, Master," she murmurs, climbing up onto the bed, feeling warm and melty and hazy and so very, very his. When she spreads her legs for him, her thighs tingle with anticipation, like she can feel the empty space between them pressing down with his future weight. She wants him, but it's wanting as worship, again, wanting without temptation, enjoying her own desire without needing it to be fulfilled.

Fuck she looks so good, laying there like that. Looking at him like that. Now, to, um, get on top of her? That's what's next, right? He's never done this before.

John steps out of his pants, pulls off his shirt, and climbs up onto the bed, straddling his newly minted slave (and isn't that just the hottest thing ever), giving her tits a hard grope and running a hand over her body before trying to position himself. He's not going to fuck her yet (he wants her to beg), but he wants to find her vagina and... actually wait, is she wet enough? She probably is, right? He should check. John pauses his repositioning, and moves a finger to gently touch her in her outer labia, trying to remember the anatomy lesson (and not the bad parts, fuck), to find his way in. 

She lets out a soft moan when he gropes her, and looks up at him with worshipful adoration. He can rest assured that she is definitely wet enough.

That's what he thought. (Like many many other things at the moment, how wet she is for him is a turn-on. Not that he's not turned on already. Turn-on-er? No that doesn't make sense, also, he really should be paying attention to Rosy now!) 

John is very eager to slide inside of that warm wet pussy he just felt (and the desire to rub his cock against her is nearly overwhelming) but he does have more he wants to do first (at least a little bit) and it still feels wrong to just take her (even if she is his slave now) without giving at least a little back in return. (He's not going to make the same mistakes he made before, though.) Plus, he liked the way Rosy sounded when he groped her tits. So... what if he gropes her again, harder this time? (Hopefully the wet finger isn't a problem.) 

She moans louder, and says "Thank you, Master," her voice shaky and hushed.

Oh, fuck that's hot. He gropes her again, harder, then, thinking about what else to do, his fingers search for and find a nipple, brushing against it gently. 

Now is not the time to get distracted by how interesting it is but it's so interesting, the way she has all the same drives she did before but John's interests and desires and enjoyment are so prominent among them, and so effortlessly overriding.

She does, however, think he will enjoy it very much, when she moans again and presses up into his touch and says "Please hurt me, Master?"

Okay, that's also really hot. Fuck. Well, if she's asking (and he really wants to), who is he to not oblige? His fingers find purchase on the nipple, and squeeze, not too hard (for now, at least), and twist, John looking at her face to see (and feel) her reaction. 

Happy melty Rosy all soft and worshipful.

"Thank you Master," she breathes. "Please, more?"

More is something that John can provide! (He really wanted to regardless, the invitation just makes him want it more.) He can even add his other hand to the mix, shifting a little bit to get it into the right position as he straddles her (cock really wanting to be rubbed somewhere but he is not fucking this up like he did last time). Both hands pinch their respective nipples, and twist, harder and harder, as he watches Rosy (his slave)'s face be full of love and lust for him. It's really freaking hot. He twists harder. 

"Thank you Master," she says, pressing up into his hands with a soft whimper, "thank you, thank you, thank you for hurting me, thank you Master..."

It's all he can do not to just push her legs apart and fuck her right here and now. (Though some part of him has noticed that he's actually not fully certain of the logistics.)

"You really like that, don't you, slave," he says, twisting a little harder (and enjoying how it's making his cock feel, for all that he really wishes it were inside her right now.) 

"Yes Master," she gasps. "Yours, Master."

Okay, in theory he should be doing more foreplay but she's having a good time and also he really truly wants to fuck her.

Except, there was a way he wanted this to go, right? He wants to do that. To make this perfect (or at least close to). "You, um, want me to fuck you?" he says, losing his composure about it for a moment, but when Rosy doesn't immediately respond negatively to his words, he tries again. "You really want me to fuck you, don't you, slave?" (He really likes calling her slave. Almost as much as he likes being called Master, it's hot as fuck.) "You want my, um" there goes his composure again damnit, no, try again "You want my cock deep inside you?" 

"Mhm, mhm, mhm," she whimpers enthusiastically. "Yes Master. Please fuck me, Master."

John twists a little harder. "Beg for it, then, slave," he says, and oh, he hadn't intended for that to be an actual command (he wasn't thinking about doing that exactly) but it turned out to be, and he cock practically jerks with how hot it feels to order her to do something like that. 

Rosy seems to agree that that was incredibly hot, yes.

"Please, Master, please fuck me, please, please fuck your slave," she moans. "Thank you for hurting me, Master. Please fuck me. Please use my body for your pleasure."

He should wait a little longer he should wait a little longer he should draw this out and make it perfect. But... fuck that was the hottest thing. Fuck he wants her. (He wants her he wants to fuck her.) "Spread your legs, slave," he says, and then... goes to figure out how to slide inside her. (It turns out, annoyingly, to be slightly more complicated than he expected.) His first couple attempts don't seem to be quite working properly, and he grunts with annoyed frustration (and horniness, which is not helping the frustration).

"Yes, Master," she says happily, spreading her legs a little wider for him, and then—

Hmm. Logistical trouble. Can she help? Should she offer? She's pretty sure she can help but is that what he wants? She suspects what he wants is to not need her help but that's not something she can give him so the next best thing is probably—she sneaks a hand between them and tries to help get him situated.

He is a bit frustrated at needing help (this isn't how it's supposed to go), but her fingers feel nice guiding him in, and then he's in and any frustration is forgotten. 

John hardly remembers he's wearing a condom at the moment -- it's hot and wet in there, and squishy and... it's hard to describe exactly, but it feels really good. "Oh, fuck," he says, and practically cums straight off the bat. He tries holding it in, and thrusts, once, twice and... he can't hold it in any longer. John cums, filling Rosy (his slave) with his cum (well, filling his condom at least but it still feels that way). "Fuck," he says, and then repeats himself, as he enjoys this pleasure for the first time in his life. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, fuck." It should be pretty clear from his tone, despite (because of?) the word he's using, that he's having a good time. (Even if some part of him is frustrated that he lasted almost no time at all, but there will be time to think about that more later. Right now is mostly pleasure.) 

"Thank you Master," she gasps, when he first enters her. "Thank you thank you thank you Master."

It feels so good, to be his, to be filled with him, to feel him enjoying her. She loves it. She loves him. She loves belonging to him. She clings to him, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, heart overflowing with love and happiness.

Well, that's a very good way to be having/finish having sex with someone. (It feels really hot, and nice, all at once, to have her doing that, even though he's still a little mad at himself for not lasting longer and not finding her vagina without her help.) Once John regains enough control over his own limbs (he was distracted there for a while) he does his best to wrap his arms around her in return, face resting against her tits (hot), cock still inside her vagina (hot). 

"Cozy," she declares, kissing the top/side of his head. "Love you, Master. So glad to be yours."

Cozy wasn't exactly what John was going for... but he supposes he doesn't mind. (Much. They're done, after all, at least for now. Cozy is a good way to be after sex, actually, what is he so unhappy about? Stop that, he just fuc- had sex with a girl for the first time, and it was like this, stop worrying so much.) "Mine," he says softly in response, and grins at how good that makes him feel. "Mine," he says again, kissing her softly on her cheek.

Oh it's so nice to hear him say that, snuggled up like this, wrapped around him in so many ways, gently blanketed in his weight. "Yours," she agrees delightedly.