Sleep with my master

I was lying in bed, panting heavily, my chest undulating like a wave. He got out of bed and stood by the bed, and then quickly put on his pants. His crotch was still bulging. “Do you need my help?” I asked. “No, I can handle it myself,” He replied. He took off his shirt, revealing his thick chest hair covered in fine sweat, and his perfectly sculpted muscles glistening in the light. He left the room topless, leaving me puzzled by his behavior. Curiosity drove me to follow him and see how he would satisfy his sexual needs. I wrapped the sheets around me and walked out of the room. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and I saw him coming out wrapped in a white bath towel. He passed me and took a bottle of whisky from the wine cabinet, pouring it into a glass with ice cubes and drinking it all at once. He seemed to be using alcohol to suppress the beast that was about to erupt in his body. I felt uncomfortable seeing him like this. “Master, what can I do for you?” I whisper