Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

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restraints around her wrists were keeping her upright. Time shifted, sending her into a pleasure-induced overload.
    When Jake removed his teasing tongue from her pussy, she thought she would be able to catch her breath. How wrong could she be? He untied the rope securing her ankles, freeing her legs. He trailed tiny kisses up her softly undulating belly, and swirled his tongue over her nipples once more. A whimper escaped her lips as he pressed himself between her legs. His cock lay poised at the entrance to her cunt. His hands cupped around her butt, lifting her, and easing the weight from her wrists.
    His head rested against her neck. She felt the stubble on his chin caressing her cheek. She reveled in his unique, masculine scent. He whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive, “I’m going to fuck you now, but only if you beg me.”

Chapter Eighteen

    Soft whimpers and incoherent words left Lia’s lips as Jake nuzzled her sweet-smelling neck. He brushed his mouth over the sensitive flesh, feeling her pulse rapidly beat time beneath his lips. With his cock ready to fill her, he controlled his breathing. He stared down between their naked, glistening bodies. His stomach muscles flexed in eager anticipation. Her breasts were magnificent, plumped up, and ripe. They looked so beautiful, tightly bound by the soft rope. Jake lowered his head and teased a nipple with his tongue and teeth. Still secured by her wrists, she rolled her head back and muttered breathily.
    “Please, Sir.”
    Feminine perspiration dusted her body. He loved the way it gently moistened her silken flesh. His skin tingled every time it touched hers. Fuck, he ached for her. It had been a long time since he’d been in total Dom mode. He was going to savor it. After all, there was no rush.
    Jake knew the bindings constricting the blood flow to her breasts pushed her limits, but she responded exactly as he’d hoped she would, without even a hint of using her safeword.
    “I’m still waiting. You still haven’t begged your Master.”
    He could barely hear the softly spoken plea that whispered from her lips. He wanted it all. Nothing but her complete submission would satisfy him now.
    “I can’t hear. I need to hear you beg out loud,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over her nipple with such force that it shuddered and vibrated against his lips. He did the same to the other breast, watching the aroused peak jiggle satisfyingly from his attention.
    “Please, Sir,” came a whispered reply.
    “I still can’t hear you, my slave.” He teased the string connected to her clit ring, gently pulling it upward, completely exposing her glistening bead once again. She jolted and her eyes flew wide open.
    “Please, Sir, please fuck me. I’m begging you,” she said louder. Her hair, still wet from her recent shower, dripped down between her breasts, catching on the ropes that secured them. Her eyes were hooded and her lips moist. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman.
    “Did I hear my slave beg to be fucked?”
    “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
    “Better my slave, much better.”
    Jake cupped his hands under her creamy, pert buttocks, lifting her. In automatic response, Lia hooked her ankles together behind him, desperately trying to pull him closer. She looked into his eyes as he entered her. All that mattered to him now was Lia. She meant more to him than anything else in the world. He couldn’t resist saying her lovely name, over and over in his head. Lia. Lia. Lia. He slid his huge prick effortlessly inside her tight, wet cunt, until he’d filled her completely. Then he gripped her ass, squeezing it, molding it, as he began pumping his cock inside her. Her arms were still bound, pulled taut, and secured to the bedposts. He loved the way she squirmed on his prick, fighting to accommodate his sheer size.
    “Please, Sir, please fuck me harder, Sir,” she cried out as he repeatedly impaled her over and over again.
    Lia’s submission was like a

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