Sam, just to tell him to shut up and come over

You start typing furiously. He shouldn't be so impatient, and just do as you tell him! As you are laboring away on an unnecessarily long tirade, you hear a rustling close behind you. You also don't hear Darryl moving boxes around anymore. Curious, you turn to look back at him.

The instant you do, a hand claps over your cheek, right where your mouth was just before. You immediately recognize the slippery feeling as his fingers dig into your skin. His hands, for some reason, is covered in a layer of cum! Then it dawns on you. He's attacking you! Darryl brings his second hand, just as cum-soaked as the other, towards your face, and you manage to slide from your position on the couch and onto the ground just in time! His fingers leave trails of cum on your face, but you've put some distance between him and you now. "WHAT THE FUCK DARRYL?" You scream, but he offers no response. Instead, he vaults over his couch. You try to stand up, but he sits down on your back before you are able to.

You squirm under him, trying to escape while also having to wildly twist your head from side to side to keep his grasping hands away from your mouth. "Stop this, Darryl! I'll fucking kill you if you don't stop right now!" Darryl still doesn't answer. Changing tactics, he grabs your hair in a fist and yanks. You scream in pain as he pulls your head up, but that scream is soon muffled by his hand, still slick with cum, pressed against your mouth. He sticks his fingers inside, and immediately you go completely limp.

You're still in pain, but the pain does not matter. If Master wants to hurt you, why shouldn't you let Him? He moves His fingers around inside your mouth, bringing His other hand around as well, now. You are more than happy to lick them clean! You suck and slurp on Master's fingers until not a drop of His cum remains on them, and He is laughing to himself behind you.

"You actually did it," Master says, "You actually made that idiotic bet." He lets Himself drop forward onto you, resting His head against yours. "You dumb fucking slut!" Master is full-on laughing right now, and you laugh with Him. You don't understand why it's funny, but if Master thinks it is, then it is. "You are mine now, " Master continues, "Mine forever. And it's finally time you really pay up for all I've done for you." Master gets off you and stands up. You roll around onto your back, so you can see Him. "Strip, ****!" Without thinking, you pull of every scrap of clothing you had on and stand naked before Master. Master's cock has hardened again after His earlier orgasm, and you are salivating at the sight of it. "Get onto the bed. Present yourself." You run over, and get on all fours atop the sheets. You look back to see Master removing His shirt and unzipped jeans as well, and then He is coming. His cock swings from side to side as He approaches, and you tremble in anticipation, feeling yourself get wetter than you ever remember being.

Master kneels behind you, and lines Himself up. "Finally," Master says as He locates your entrance. "Fuuuuck!" Your moans echo Master's exclamation as He sinks Himself into you. And as He begins fucking you in earnest, all you can think about his how happy you are to have such a good Master.