Then, out of nowhere, it slipped out. "I love You, Master". I was so far gone that I barely heard myself say it. Good god, girl, I thought. Now you've gone and done it., but my mind was racing too quickly to care. "What was that you said, little one?" Your fingers slipped into my cunt, stretching me out, preparing me for what was to come. I moaned a response, which was decidedly not the correct nor appropriate answer. You withdrew Your fingers and pinched my clit sharply, making me yelp, before returning Your first, middle and ring finger back to their stretching endeavor. I moaned again, deliciously, before repeating the words that I had unthinkingly blurted out. "I love You, Master", rolled from my lips, sounding foreign to my ears. "Do you, baby?" I could see the malicious grin on Your face in those words even though I was temporarily blind. "Tell me why". The effort it took to speak took my mind away from it's freefalling, forcing me to use my head, rather than let it drift away. "I love the way You hurt me, Sir. I love the way You use me." Your fingers continued working my cunt open. Pushing and shoving, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. "Be still, baby", You said softly, warning me to stop moving my hips in an attempt to draw Your fingers deeper into my snatch. Once more I grounded myself in order to be still. No small effort with Your fingers drawing moans, sighs & tremors from me. "So is that all, girl? you love me because I like to hurt you?" I nearly growled at You for forcing my mind back to thinking mode again. Instead, "I love You because You are wonderful, Master", was the reply that escaped between sighs. "Ahhh, I see. And do you love this also?", You asked as You pushed Your pinky finger into my cunt to join the others. "Yesssss", I hissed still concentrating on speaking as Your fingers worked my pussy into a frenzy. You reached down with Your other hand and tweaked my clit again. "Yes, what, baby?" my clit spasms wildly as You touched it, begging to be touched again, even in such a painful manner. "Yesssss, Master", I said, correcting myself. "Good girl", You said to me as You removed Your fingers from my cunt and rubbed them across my mouth. my lips parted in an attempt to catch one of Your fingers between my lips. You moved them too quickly and I found myself licking my juices from my lips instead. Your fingers trailed over my nipples, pinching and twisting them, rubbing cunt juice into my skin. my cunt began to pulse as Your lips touched first one, then the other nipple, squeezing my breasts together so that Your tongue could work it's magic on the 2 at once. Even the feel of Your teeth digging into my nipples didn't deter the twitching inside my snatch. I moaned, silently begging You to touch my clit again. Please, please, please, my mind chanted over and over again. Rather than give me what I wanted You got up from Your seat next to me and walked away. A small whimper fell from my lips as my mind plummeted back to earth. "Please, Sir", I mouthed, my lips moving, but no sound emitting. Please don't let it be something I said, I thought to myself, my mind fumbling for the words to complete my inner paranoid monologue. I gasped in shock and relief as I felt Your fingers touch my cunt again, smoothing some faintly warm oil over my pussy lips. Then rubbing it over the entrance to my box. my body involuntarily twitched and trembled in anticipation. You reached the other hand up to stroke my cheek, comforting me as You slipped all four fingers back into my cunt again. I turned my head to kiss Your hand. This time You let me draw one of Your fingers into my mouth and allowed me to suck it. Slowly You began working Your 4 fingers all the way into me until they were in to the hilt. I drew another of Your fingers into my mouth just as You curled Your thumb up and let it slip inside to join Your other four digits. "Owwww", I moaned with Your fingers still in my mouth, as my snatch burned around the width of Your wrist. my mind screamed that it wasn't possible for You to slip Your entire hand inside of me, but that was quieted by the feel of Your hand stroking me from the inside, making room for itself. Any thoughts of it not being possible fled as You began pumping Your hand slowly inside of me. Your other hand, fingers removed from my gaping mouth, slid down and pressed against my swollen clit. my mind skyrocketed out of control, my hips rocking, pelvis grinding against Your hand. "Good girl", You crooned, "Ride it. That's it, baby, ride it". You held Your hand still inside of me, feeling me ride Your hand, more of Your arm disappearing with each thrust before You began pumping Your hand furiously. my entire body convulsing, wrapped tightly around Your hand. Holding You inside of me as You continue pumping deeper within me. "Oh, god", I breathed (out loud?). my walls shook around You. "I love You, Master", slipped from between my lips as pleasure flooded and washed over me.