With the tug to her leash, Nyssa immediately stood up before him, catching the hem of his shirt so she could remove it arm by arm for her master who never let go of the leather. She was satisfied by his naked body, running her fingers over the muscle and hair of his chest down towards his stomach and hips, stopping above his groin. Her master wasn't all defined like men who worked out for looks. No, it was just what he had from living his life the hard way. She enjoyed it and he knew it.
She licked her lips and smiled softly, but then Liam was suddenly stepping in closer and tugging her into a kiss using the leash at his disposal, his slave moving up onto her tip-toes from their height different. Nyssa responded to him without hesitation, pushing her tongue back at his in the hungry exchange, giving little flicks and long licks as he was. She moaned in enjoyment and her cunt ached for Liam, but the girl ignored it--she'd been naughty and she didn't deserve to cum until her master said she could. Nyssa would earn it though; she always did.
Her lips were red and kiss bruised when the man pulled away, and she chased his taste on her tongue, lashes flickering. She could kiss him for ages...but right now she thought she'd rather be kissing something else, using that skilled, hot mouth of hers. Of course he wanted the same thing.
"Yes, master," she responded to his question and orders. She moved back down to her knees having slack on the leash, and Nyssa sat up straight, but instead of immediately wrapping her lips around him, the shifter arched her back and gripped her tits to enclose Liam's dick in soft heat. Staring up, the brunette began to move, holding him tight in her cleavage. "I wanna make you cum," she repeated for him like a loyal little pet, and then she was looking down, opening her mouth so her tongue could slide over the tip of his cock when it popped up from between her breasts.