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  “I’ve missed you,” he murmured.

  The simple words warmed her heart and the desire in his eyes took her breath away.

  Then he grasped the sides of her robe and parted them in a quick motion, like opening drapes. His hot gaze took in the sight of her full breasts, her nipples thrusting forward. Her insides melted, slickness dripping between her legs.

  He cupped her breasts, lifting them, his gaze locked on them in awe.

  “So beautiful.”

  Then his mouth was on her, his tongue lapping at her hard, aching nipple, his lips surrounding her in his warmth.

  She moaned at the exquisite sensation, the ball in her mouth muffling the sound. He teased her other nipple with his fingertips, stroking it lightly, then he switched, covering it with his mouth, his fingers finding her damp nipple.

  She arched, wanting to push deeper into his hot mouth. Then he suckled and she moaned again.

  When his mouth drifted away, she whimpered, but his downward movement sent her heartbeat racing. His teeth dragged over the skin just above her panties, then she felt the panties drag downward. He was pulling them with his teeth. He gazed up at her, his cobalt-blue eyes shining. Then he pulled her panties down her hips. When he couldn’t get them lower because of her bound, spread legs, he pulled something from his pocket. It was a pocketknife that he flicked open. Light gleamed on the shiny and very sharp blade as he pressed it against her belly. The flat of the metal blade was cold and goose bumps danced across her skin as he tugged on the elastic of the panties and slid the blade underneath. A quick motion toward him and he cut the delicate lace from top to leg opening. He then slashed the other side. He folded the blade and pushed it back in his pocket, then stared at her shredded panties. He lifted the center strip with a wide smile.

  “There’s the pretty pussy I remember.”

  His eyes blazed so hot she feared the panties would go up in flames.

  She certainly was.

  He leaned down and licked her, his tongue dragging over her slick folds. Then he tunneled into her wet opening, swirling inside her. Her muffled moan filled the room.

  He found her clit and teased it a little, driving her wild.

  Then he stood up and took a step back.

  She was disappointed … until he dropped his suit jacket to the floor and loosened his tie, then unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt. Her throat went dry at the sight of his muscular chest being slowly revealed. Once his shirt was tossed aside, he unfastened his belt, then the button of his pants. The raspy sound of the zipper pulling down set her nerve endings pulsing.

  His pants fell to the floor with a thunk, then he pushed down his boxers.

  Oh, God, his cock was so big and hard. She could see the veins pulsing along the side and the head was so purple she was sure it must hurt from the pressure.

  He stepped close. Her fingers flexed, longing to wrap around him. He smiled and pressed his cock close to her bound hand, then guided her fingers to wrap around him. God, his flesh was as hot as a branding iron. And hard as marble.

  She squeezed him and he glided his cock forward and back within her grip.

  A pleased sound rumbled from him. “That feels so fine, sweetheart.”

  She squeezed, delighted at his moan of approval.

  She gazed up at his cock gliding between her fingers, yearning for it in her mouth. He must have seen the depth of longing in her eyes because he stepped back.

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to take off the gag, but only if you promise not to say a word. Do you promise?”

  She nodded vigorously.

  His fingers played along the back of her head, then she felt the gag loosen. He drew the ball from her mouth and she licked her lips, then swallowed the saliva that had pooled under her tongue. Then she opened her mouth, inviting him in.

  He chuckled, then cupped her chin. His cock brushed her cheek, then he placed it on her upper lip. Instead of sliding his shaft inside her, he dragged the tip over her lips like a giant lipstick. Her tongue flickered out, tasting him as he glazed her with the clear fluid of his arousal.

  Then he centered himself on her mouth and pressed forward. She widened, gladly taking him inside. He filled her slowly. Deeper and deeper. Giving her time to open her throat and take him all the way inside, despite his thick length.

  He drew back again, dragging over her lips. He glided forward … and back … slowly. After several times, her heart racing at the feel of his big member filling her, he drew back and almost completely out of her mouth, sitting poised on her lips.

  Then he surged forward, filling her throat. Then he drew back again. This time, his cockhead still stretching her mouth wide.

  “Suck me, baby.”

  She obeyed, sucking his thick corona, her tongue swirling over the tip. She longed to cup his balls and stroke them. He moaned at her gentle suction, then she pulled deeper, increasing the rumbling murmur emanating from his throat. He pulsed into her a few times, then drew out of her mouth completely. She leaned forward, her gaze on his tight sacs. He smiled and held his erection close to his stomach and moved close so she could reach his testes with the tip of her tongue. She lapped at the shaven sacs, then opened her mouth, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

  He chuckled and moved closer still. She pressed her lips to his textured flesh and kissed, then opened and took him inside. First one ball. Then the second. His sacs were nestled in her mouth, all warm and cozy, as she stroked them with her tongue.

  His fingers glided over her scalp, firmly, forking through her long hair.

  “Oh, fuck, baby.” He drew her to him, his hand holding her tight to his groin.

  She suckled him softly.

  “Ah, damn!” His straining jaw told her how much he was enjoying this.

  He coiled his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, then pressed his cockhead to her lips and drove inside. She gasped at the invasion, then squeezed him as he pulsed in and out of her mouth.

  “Fuck no,” he exclaimed as he pulled his shaft free of her heat. “I want to be inside your pussy when I come.”

  He fell to his knees in front of her and ripped away the scrap of lace that used to be her panties, then buried his face in her. She moaned at the feel of his tongue pushing into her opening … swirling inside. His fingers dragged over her folds, then two thick digits slipped inside as his mouth found her clit.

  “Oh, God!” She wrapped her fingers around the silk holding her hands bound, and squeezed tightly as his tongue lapped over her.

  His fingers pulsed inside her canal, sending pleasure wafting through her. She arched and he pushed his fingers deeper inside her.

  “Oh, yes. That’s so good.”

  His mouth slipped away from her and his gaze locked on hers. His fingers, still inside her, stilled. She licked her lips, wanting his fingers moving again. Wanting his mouth between her legs. But his stare was unnerving.

  Still, she couldn’t help arching her hips, but he flattened his free hand on her belly and held her flat.

  “What are you supposed to call me?” he asked.

  “Uh … sir?”

  “And?”

  She bit her lip. She just wanted him to make her come.

  But the word fluttered through her brain. The designation he had assigned himself that she was surprised she actually longed to call him.

  “Master,” she said in a hushed whisper. Oh, God, just saying it sent a thrill through her.

  His lips turned up in a slow smile. “That’s right.”

  He continued to watch her. She shifted a little, or tried to with his hand holding her firmly to the chair.

  Why didn’t he do something?

  “I don’t understand,” she finally uttered. “What’s happening?”

  His eyes darkened to a midnight blue.

  “Let me tell you a little about myself. I like to control a woman. To command her. I want her to submit to me completely. It’s her choice, but once she makes that choice”—his eyes flared w
ith heat—“she is mine completely. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She nodded, though she didn’t know if she did truly understand. But his words filled her with an intense yearning so deep she ached with it.

  Could she really be longing for him to control her? For him to make her surrender to his will? To become his?

  All she knew for sure was that she wanted him to continue what they were doing. She wanted to experience that thrilling ride of exquisite pleasure again.

  “But as much as I am in control, I love it when my sub asks for things.” He smiled. “As long as she begs.” His voice grew low and raspy. “I love it when a woman begs.”

  Part of her was shocked, knowing she would never want to beg a man for anything, but the stronger, more needy side of her quivered in excitement at the very thought.

  He continued to watch her. The muscles in her vagina squeezed so tight she feared she would crush the bones of his fingers, her yearning to feel him move inside her was so great.

  Her insides ached and her clit felt abandoned.

  “Please?” was all she could manage with her senses so befuddled.

  He dipped down his head and kissed her lips, then his face hovered close to hers.

  “Please what, my love?”

  “Please, sir?” At a flicker in his eyes, she added, “I mean, master?”

  “Very good. But I mean what is it you want me to do? I want you to learn to ask for what you want. And nothing vague like, ‘touch me down there.’”

  “Oh. I … want you to move your fingers inside me…”

  When his eyes flickered again, she corrected, “I want your fingers to move inside my … uh … pussy. In and out. And I want your mouth on my clit. Licking and sucking.”

  His eyes lit up with approval, but she knew she wasn’t done yet.

  “Please, master. I beg of you.”

  Saying those words sent a ripple of arousal through her.

  He chuckled out loud, then she caught her breath as his fingers wiggled inside her. Then they pushed in deeper. At the same time, he grazed her nipple with his teeth, making her gasp, then he kissed down her belly. When his mouth found her clit again, her head fell back against the chair, her whole body trembling with need.

  He lapped at the little button, sending heat fluttering across her nerve endings. He moved his fingers inside her, his fingertips stroking her tender passage. Pleasure rippled through her.

  He raised his head, his cobalt gaze locked on hers.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Oh, yes, master.” Calling him that made her shudder with need. Why did she like it so much?

  His fingers thrust deeper as he suckled on her clit. Pleasure pummeled her senses.

  “Ohhhh, yes.”

  The gliding touch of his fingertips inside her stimulated a deep craving that grew and grew, until it seemed it would consume her completely. His tongue flickering over her clit threw her senses into chaos. A storm coiled in her belly and swelled outward in a growing spiral.

  She moaned, longing to grasp his head, her fingers forking through his dark waves of hair, and hold him tightly to her until she smothered him in her juices.

  She arched, the tumultuous sensations expanding.

  “Ohhh,” she cried.

  A sharp sensation lanced through her, prickling with delight and she gasped. He sucked harder and she moaned, her head tossing back and forth as she squeezed him tight inside her. An orgasm blasted through her, hurling her into the precipice as she wailed her release.

  Hot liquid flooded her canal, then rushed from her opening.

  Oh, God, she’d heard it was possible for a woman to ejaculate, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would happen to her. This man knew how to bring her to a fever pitch, driving her arousal higher than she’d ever experienced before. She stared at him with wide eyes as he lifted his head, his mouth glistening with her slickness, a big smile on his face.

  “God damn, you are so fucking hot.” He wiped his mouth then leaned in and kissed her.

  She could taste a little of her salty dew on his lips. His tongue plunged deep inside her, thrusting and swirling, possessing her completely.

  “Now I’m going to drive my thick, hard cock into you and fuck you until you scream my name.” He kissed her ear, then nuzzled. “Which is ‘master’ to you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Stevie felt his hot cockhead brush her tender, slick flesh. He pushed inside her, slow and sure, stretching her passage wide. She squeezed around him, needing him deeper.

  “You want me, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. She wanted him more than she’d ever thought it was possible to want a man.

  His interminably long shaft kept on filling her.

  “Oh, sir, please.” The word dragged out long and needy. “Fill me all the way.”

  But instead he stopped.

  Her eyes widened. “Please, I beg of you.” Her whimpered words were laced with need.

  His chuckle, rumbling from deep in his chest, thrilled her.

  Then he surged forward. She gasped at the delightful invasion.

  He had her pinned to the chair, his big body tight to hers, both of them panting for air. She pressed her mouth to his temple in a gentle kiss, loving the feel of his dark waves of hair against her lips. He shifted his head, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss.

  Their gazes locked and she could feel a connection like she never had before with a man. Close. Intimate.

  Revealing.

  He wanted her. And for more than just a short fling. And he must see that same need in her. A need to be with this incredible man who seemed to see straight into her soul and understand what she wanted. What she needed.

  Things she didn’t even understand about herself.

  Oh, God, but she didn’t want it to be true. Not really. Not with him.

  Confusion swirled through her. And panic.

  Then he moved. His cock dragged along her inner passage, enthralling her with the delicate, yet immensely exciting sensations.

  Then he surged forward again, filling her completely.

  “Do you like me inside you?” he asked as he thrust again.

  “Oh, yes. Thank you, sir.”

  He chuckled, a sound filled with satisfaction, as he continued to pump into her. His hard cock, thick and long, possessing her body.

  He nuzzled her breast, then suckled lightly on her nipple. She arched her chest upward, then her pelvis, wanting more of him in every way.

  He thrust hard. Faster. And deeper.

  “I … Love … Fucking … You.” He panted each word between thrusts.

  Pleasure coiled tightly inside her, about to release at any second.

  He thrust deep and swirled his hips.

  An orgasm blasted through her, knocking her into the void, her senses pummeled with delightful ripples of bliss. She felt hot liquid fill her … his this time, and she moaned. She didn’t care how loud she was. She just let the pleasure wash through her in rippling sounds of ecstasy.

  “Oh, yes, master,” she cried. “I’m coming.”

  He continued to pump, fast and steady. Every cell in her body seemed to explode in euphoria. The strokes of his cock inside her sent trembling pleasure rocking through every part of her. Her wails filled the room as she rode the ecstatic waves to paradise and beyond.

  But still he pumped. Her throat ached from the continuous wash of pleasure buoying her on and on until she was a quivering mass of limpness.

  Finally, he slowed and the incredible pleasure waned, leaving her spent and sated.

  She felt one of her hands lower, in the sure grip of his fingers. She’d barely felt him untie the sash from her wrist. Then he released her other hand and scooped her up. It seemed he’d already unbound her legs. She rested her head against his solid chest, her hands curling around his neck, as he carried her to bed. She immediately fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, his heartbeat thumping agai
nst her ear.

  * * *

  Lips nuzzled Stevie’s neck and she opened her eyes. She was still in Reid’s arms, his masculine body wrapped around her, his leg hooked over hers. It was as if she was bound by his limbs.

  And she could stay there forever.

  Surrendering to her own need to be completely possessed by him.

  His lips brushed her temple and she could feel his cock hard against her butt. They were still totally naked.

  “I can’t help thinking how lucky I am that you agreed to come with me to the party,” he murmured. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to talk you into staying here with me that night. Then you wouldn’t be in my arms now.”

  He drew back on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She gazed into his vivid blue eyes, totally captivated as his face moved close to hers.

  “And I wouldn’t be able to do this right now.”

  His lips brushed hers in a light, tender gesture, then fluttered over hers like a butterfly’s wings, in light, delicate kisses, then finally settled firmly. His tongue dipped inside, then slowly glided deeper, his lips coaxing hers to respond. The kiss deepened, filling with passion, until she clung to his shoulders, barely able to catch her breath.

  Oh, God, she wanted this man.

  He smiled at her, and seemed about to roll away, so she tugged him into another kiss, reveling in the feel of his lips on hers, his big body leaning into hers.

  She stroked down his chest, then wrapped her fingers around his solid erection. God, it was so hard it could be made of marble. Her intimate muscles contracted at the thought of it gliding inside her and suddenly she needed to feel that more than she needed to breathe.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said in a low, bold voice. “And don’t even start that shit about sir or master. I just want you to do it.”

  The smile that spread across his face lit his eyes.

  “Whatever you say, my love.”

  She widened her legs as he prowled over her, opening herself to him. Wanting to feel his hard member in her depths. He wrapped his hand around his cock then she felt it brush her intimate folds. At the same time, he stroked her hair from her forehead, then his hand cupped her head as he gazed at her.