Yes, Master (English Version)

PRELUDE

Drunk on the sweetness and warmth of their kisses, Samara slowly opened her eyes and caught her young master's tender and needy eyes. She closed her eyes again when Jasson caressed her cheek and gave her other warm kisses.

"Happy anniversary, baby."

"Happy anniversary, Master," they greeted in unison.

A sweet smile draws on Samara's lips. Her eyes were radiant as she stared at him. It's been a year now, but she still couldn't believe she was in a meaningful relationship with her master. It seems like it's been a while since they painted the town red in the first month of their relationship in the same place- here at Sky Eye. And now that they're celebrating their first anniversary, Samara has no idea that Jasson would rent out the entire amusement park so that they could use the place alone.

They're actually celebrating it late. Their relationship is one year and one month, to be exact. And it was supposed to be celebrated on the same date as her birthday, but since they were in a secret relationship, there was no chance. Jasson had to look and wait for the right time.

Their relationship was not easy during that year. Jasson wants to tell her parents about them, but Samara can't risk their relationship because she knows her parents will intervene. She knew her parents would strongly object. Considering the difference in the state of their lives, their age gap will also be an issue.

And when señor and señora returned from Isla Lutherio with Hannah and the baby she gave birth to, Samara had to return to the señor's mansion. Their time together became seldom. They often spend time talking by phone or video chat. On weekends, Jasson comes up with some alibi just to take her on his out-of-town business trip. However, they usually have her father with them as the driver.

Additionally, it seems that today is their lucky day. Samara's parents were on an out-of-town trip with señor and señora. They've seen an opportunity and decided to take advantage of their freedom to celebrate their anniversary in an uncomplicated way.

However, Samara cannot say that the celebration prepared by her master is quite simple. Can it be called simple if Jasson shuts down the entire amusement park so they can enjoy the place alone? And with the number of rides, they will only ride the Sky Eye.

"I love you, baby," Jasson whispered, relentlessly staring at Samara's face as he caressed her straight, chocolate-colored hair.

Samara brought her right palm to the lower part of Jasson's left cheek and boldly kissed him on the lips. "I am not a minor anymore, Master," she said, her lips brushing his. She moves away a little, brings her hands to the back of her head, and pulls back the tiny lever of the c-spring of the necklace that Jasson gave her on her 17th birthday to unclasp it from the chain.

She removed the ring that had been made into a pendant for a year. "And I'm ready to marry you." She slipped the ring on her ring finger without taking her eyes off Jasson.

From Samara's eyes, Jasson's gaze landed on her finger, where she wore the engagement ring that he had given her last year. He held it and planted a kiss, and the luster was visible in Jasson's eyes as he tilted his sight back to Samara.

He hoarsely said, "I'm not hurrying you up, baby." And he pulled her closer.

"Yeah, but I wanted to say yes now. I wanted to feel secure by saying yes to you," she replied without inhibition.

"Are you sure about this?"

Samara nodded. "I love you and am sure of you, Master," she answered.

Samara was a bit shocked as Jasson attacked her lips after answering him. His kisses were punitive in a way that she would not get hurt. His tongue was like a hunter hunting for its prey as he pushed it inside her mouth and started to search for her tongue.

They both groaned when their tongue met. Jasson grabbed Samara's nape and guided her head at every angle he made for better access to her lips. His free hand slipped to the small of her back and pulled her closer to fill the gap between them.

Samara clutched his biceps as their kisses grew more intense and more profound. She felt devastated as Jasson quit her lips, but a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth when his lips glided down to the edge of her jaw and his kiss traced down her neck. She angles her head to give him good access to her neck.

Another groan came out of Samara's mouth when Jasson cupped one of her bosoms. His kisses brushed her clavicle alternately while his trembling hands caressed her back and leg.

"Master..." she uttered as she felt a tingling sensation when Jasson squeezed her bosoms one at a time and kissed her tenderly.

Jasson scooped her buttocks and made her sit on his lap. He had Samara's legs parted, and his lap was in between her thighs, entirely facing him, without letting her lips off his lips. Although he is bold in his actions, he can still control his sanity. He stopped his hands from invading her body. And, having kissed the skin at the top of her bosoms, he returned his kisses to her face, simply planting a soft and gentle peck on her delicate cheek and kissable lips.

"Master..." Samara cried, wanting his touch.

Jasson shut his eyes tightly. He cannot give in, or else...

He did not move. His right hand on her back formed a fist. The other one was just resting on her leg. But then, Samara is a tease that he cannot control. He let out a growl as he felt her soft lips touching his jaw, gliding to his neck.

"We should stop, baby..." he stopped her without strength.

Apparently, Sarama didn't want to stop. Her lips reached for his adam's apple, kissing and licking it, which made him groan. Jasson shirked a bit. He grabbed her nape and groped her lips. He kissed her gently to make her stop doing anything beyond that.

"Master..." Samara whispered as their lips parted.

Jasson looked up and was surprised to see her teary eyes. "Hey." He cupped her cheeks and dried her tears with his thumbs. "Hey, baby..."

Samara sobs. She buried her face in Jasson's neck to hide her face. "Y-you don't want me..." she accused.

Jasson was astounded. He shut his eyes for the ninth time. It was his fault for awakening Samara's worldly desires since they started dating. He taught her how to kiss, and there was a moment when he was carried away by his feelings for her and touched her. And now that she's of legal age, maybe she thought it was already fine. But he knew it was not yet the right time.

"Of course. Ara, listen-" Jasson couldn't continue his sentence when Samara occupied his lips.

F*ck! He's really at fault.

And for the tenth time, he shut his eyes as Samara held his right hand and placed it on her left bust. He doesn't want to take advantage, but who is he to disappoint his baby, hmmm? He will marry her anyway- soon.

He fought back, kissing her lips with higher intensity and a deeper kiss that made them both moan.

He let go of her lips and crept his tongue down her bare neck. Samara raised her head to give him better access. He kissed, licked, and nipped at her delicate skin as his hots for her awakened. His hands roamed her smooth body, caressing and squeezing wherever his touch landed.

His lips went down to her upper bosom, synchronized with his hands taking off the thin strap of Samara's white dress. He pulled it down, making her skin visible to his sinful eyes. One by one, he licked and kissed them. He gently caresses and squeezes them both.

"M-Master..." Samara muttered with desire as Jasson managed to undress and touch her now bare skin. And when she felt the hard thing between her master's thighs, she started grinding her hips.

"Oh, sh*t!" Jasson swears about what Samara did.

He left what he was doing and looked drunkenly into Samara's eyes. "Stop it, baby," he moaned at her unintentional teasing.

Samara's eyes showed a tantalizing glimpse as she reached for her boyfriend's lips. "Take me now, Master. I want to feel you inside," she said, almost begging.

Jasson swallowed hard. His once-drunken eyes darkened, but they were on fire. His hand that had been caressing Samara's back is now on her waist, gripping it tight, seemingly preventing the complete loss of his remaining sanity. But his mind was wrangling over whether he would let or stop Samara as her hands moved to the belt of his pants. She unbuckled it, and he couldn't do anything about it as he only felt the excitement of what would come next.

"Baby..." Jasson whispered just as he felt her daredevil hand lowering his zipper.

"Yes, Master?"

"It will hurt you..." Oh, shit! He shouldn't have let Samara control him, but as if he was hypnotized and he became submissive instead.

Samara brushed off what Jasson said. Instead, she raised her lips to his prominent jaw and slid it further down his massive shoulder; while her hand grabbed the waistband of his pants, she unbuttoned it. She braced her knees on the chair to lift herself. She clung her left hand on his nape and busied the other hand on his waistband, trying to lower his pants.

Jasson showered kisses on her bare shoulder. He raised himself and pulled down his pants. His breathing became even heavier as Samara kissed and sipped his neck, and he almost stiffened on his seat when he felt her warm hand on his shaft that she had already taken his friend out of his boxers.

"Please, Master..."

Jasson's mouth was shut, and his jaw clenched. He crept his hand under Samara's dress hem until he reached her thin undies. He pulled the string to both sides until this tiny fabric freed her flesh, and his free hand supported Samara's back.

Samara gasped as she felt the warm hand that was caressing her delicate. She even felt embarrassed that the part between her thighs was getting wet. And she only feels excitement for the new sensation she gets from caressing his fingers on the sensitive part of her body. She let go of his cock from her grip and circled her arms around his neck as she whimpered every time Jasson pressed his finger on her private.

Her lower lip almost bled as she bit it when she sensed something unusual happening between her thighs as Jasson's fingers continued rubbing her clit. If he keeps on doing this to her flesh, she feels like something will explode in her.

She held him tight and rested her face on his neck. "M-Master..." she whimpered as fluid gushed from her feminine after being intensely stroked by Jasson's fingers on her private.

Jasson gently cupped her face. "I love you, baby..." he whispered, showering kisses on Samara's face.

Gasping and feeling weak, Samara wasn't able to answer her master. But despite being exhausted, she couldn't describe her happiness.

She heaved a sigh to collect her soul, which seemed to have gotten away from her body. Her forehead creased when she felt something poking her inner thighs. And there, his gallant manhood was as if it wanted to enter her wet cave. She braced her knees and raised herself slightly as her right palm grasped his shaft.

"Baby..." Jasson whispered when Samara tried to enter his to her entrance. It was her first time, and he knew this position would not be comfortable for her. He wanted to stop her by holding her waist, but it seemed like he didn't have the strength as her moan sounded like music to his ear.

"Master!" Samara groaned after she violently sat on his manhood. She clasped her arms around his nape and hugged him tightly. She held her breath and buried her face in Jasson's shoulder again to relax from the excruciating pain caused by a forceful penetration.

Jasson got worried about Samara. He may have been unaware of how painful it was, but he knew she was in pain. He caressed her back and kissed her shoulder to help her ease the pain.

Samara thought that the wetness of her delicate was enough to cope with the pain caused by his stirring manhood. She gasped for air and tried to move. But hell! She felt a sharp pang the moment she moved. It was like her flesh was cut into pieces by a sharp knife. Her nails were digging into his back. She felt Jasson's firm grip on both sides of her waist, preventing her from moving again.

"You are hurting, baby. We should stop this," Jasson whispered hoarsely. She could feel the tension in his voice.

Nope. She didn't want to stop. No matter how painful she had to endure, she would not stop. She wanted this night to be memorable. She wanted this cable car and the stars in the sky to witness how she wanted to dedicate herself to her master.

After all, she initiated this, and Jasson was not cooperating, considering she was still in pain. She lifted her head to face him. He was staring at her with his concerned eyes.

"Don't move," he warned her.

However, Samara just smiled at him, hiding the pain she was feeling. "I'm fine now, master," she said hoarsely. And tried muscle control.

Jasson was shocked by what Samara did. He tried to remove the girl's grip on his neck to ensure it was okay, but her grip was tight.

"Fuck shit! Shit, baby!" A series of cuss words escaped Jasson's mouth as he felt the walls envelop his manhood.

How can a simple muscle control send him to paradise? How can a simple muscle control fill his balls with his sperm and be on the verge of exploding? How shameless he was! Samara tried to lift herself, but her nails dug into his back, indicating that she was still in anguish. He stopped her from moving, but damn, she did muscle control again! And if he cannot control himself, he might explode inside her.

"Oh, heaven!" he growled. And with each squeezing of its flesh on his pet, the gradual coagulation of his sperm. And he knew a few more squeezes would make him burst.

Yes, he's now on the edge of his glory. Samara was doing just a simple muscular control on his shaft, and he was about to burst. He didn't know how or where his little fiancée learned that, but the hell he cared. This was the first time he felt content and satisfied.