addictive to him as gin to an alcoholic. As he increased the speed, he released her wrists from the restraints. Her arms wrapped around him convulsively before her hands started stroking his back, adding to his pleasure.
He surged deeper, and her silken pussy contracted around him. With every hard thrust, his balls slapped against her soft buttocks, sending an inflaming vibration through him. He could feel her thigh muscles tremble as she awoke again to pleasure and moved right into true need.
What idiot could have possibly thought she was cold? Gripping her hips, he yanked her up against him with each stroke and then rubbed his pelvis down her clitoris as he withdrew. Her moans transformed into hard panting, and her fingers clenched his shoulders like miniature vises. Her little fingernails dug into his skin, arousing pinpricks of pain.
Faster, harder—she was almost there. He could feel his cock swell as he kept himself from coming. Reaching down between them, he swirled his fingers in the wetness from her pussy, then stroked up and over her clit.
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She broke with a scream, spasming around him so hard his own climax engulfed him. With a roaring growl of pleasure, he buried his length within her and let her milk him dry.
Kari was still shuddering from the shock waves of pleasure when Master Dan rolled them over and nestled her to his side, her head on his chest. She could hear his heart drumming under all that muscle. His arms kept her against him, and she—she needed that right now, somehow.
He’d tied her up.
And she’d not only let him but had enjoyed everything he’d done. What was happening to her?
“You’re thinking again, little sub,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
“What about?”
She’d be doing a lot of thinking, she had a feeling. Instead of answering him, she ran her fingers over his rock-hard biceps. “You’re so strong,” she whispered.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered back. His fingers slid down her waist to squeeze and stroke her bottom.
“I should be all muscular like you.”
“You sound just like Z’s sub. Listen, sweetling, and I’ll tell you again. I know it’s not politically correct, but I like my women soft.” He pulled her closer. “And curvy.”
He skimmed a hand over her waist and then teased her breast until she sighed with pleasure. “And responsive. I love your body, little sub.” He pressed a kiss to her fingers.
His women—and she was one of them? The thought made her warm inside.
And he liked her the way she was—God, how awesome was that—someone who looked like him lusted after her body. Tilting her head, she watched him fondle her breasts, his lips curved in a smile, his eyes half-lidded.
She really did have nice breasts, didn’t she?
And if he kept up his attentions, she was going to get all turned on again. How did he do that? She ran her fingers down his neck, tracing along his jaw.
Cupping one breast, he rubbed his thumb over the nipple. “Now tell me”—his voice changed from lazy indulgence to a deeper, firmer timbre—“how did you feel when you were tied and opened for my pleasure?”
Her hand stopped midstroke. Talk about it? He wanted to talk about…that? Men weren’t supposed to be so verbal, were they?
“Shy, little sub? After all that I’ve done to you? I’ve had my fingers buried in your pussy, my mouth on your clit, my cock rammed inside you. If you can let me do that, surely you can talk to me.”
Heat seared her cheeks, and he chuckled. “Did being tied up scare you?”
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She nodded, turned to hide her face in his shoulder.
He rose on one elbow. Grasping her shoulder, he pressed her flat, securing her even further with a leg across her hips. “You don’t hide your feelings from yourself or from me. Tell me how you felt when you were tied up.”
“Vulnerable,” she whispered. “Like I couldn’t help what you were going to
He surged deeper, and her silken pussy contracted around him. With every hard thrust, his balls slapped against her soft buttocks, sending an inflaming vibration through him. He could feel her thigh muscles tremble as she awoke again to pleasure and moved right into true need.
What idiot could have possibly thought she was cold? Gripping her hips, he yanked her up against him with each stroke and then rubbed his pelvis down her clitoris as he withdrew. Her moans transformed into hard panting, and her fingers clenched his shoulders like miniature vises. Her little fingernails dug into his skin, arousing pinpricks of pain.
Faster, harder—she was almost there. He could feel his cock swell as he kept himself from coming. Reaching down between them, he swirled his fingers in the wetness from her pussy, then stroked up and over her clit.
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She broke with a scream, spasming around him so hard his own climax engulfed him. With a roaring growl of pleasure, he buried his length within her and let her milk him dry.
Kari was still shuddering from the shock waves of pleasure when Master Dan rolled them over and nestled her to his side, her head on his chest. She could hear his heart drumming under all that muscle. His arms kept her against him, and she—she needed that right now, somehow.
He’d tied her up.
And she’d not only let him but had enjoyed everything he’d done. What was happening to her?
“You’re thinking again, little sub,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
“What about?”
She’d be doing a lot of thinking, she had a feeling. Instead of answering him, she ran her fingers over his rock-hard biceps. “You’re so strong,” she whispered.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered back. His fingers slid down her waist to squeeze and stroke her bottom.
“I should be all muscular like you.”
“You sound just like Z’s sub. Listen, sweetling, and I’ll tell you again. I know it’s not politically correct, but I like my women soft.” He pulled her closer. “And curvy.”
He skimmed a hand over her waist and then teased her breast until she sighed with pleasure. “And responsive. I love your body, little sub.” He pressed a kiss to her fingers.
His women—and she was one of them? The thought made her warm inside.
And he liked her the way she was—God, how awesome was that—someone who looked like him lusted after her body. Tilting her head, she watched him fondle her breasts, his lips curved in a smile, his eyes half-lidded.
She really did have nice breasts, didn’t she?
And if he kept up his attentions, she was going to get all turned on again. How did he do that? She ran her fingers down his neck, tracing along his jaw.
Cupping one breast, he rubbed his thumb over the nipple. “Now tell me”—his voice changed from lazy indulgence to a deeper, firmer timbre—“how did you feel when you were tied and opened for my pleasure?”
Her hand stopped midstroke. Talk about it? He wanted to talk about…that? Men weren’t supposed to be so verbal, were they?
“Shy, little sub? After all that I’ve done to you? I’ve had my fingers buried in your pussy, my mouth on your clit, my cock rammed inside you. If you can let me do that, surely you can talk to me.”
Heat seared her cheeks, and he chuckled. “Did being tied up scare you?”
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She nodded, turned to hide her face in his shoulder.
He rose on one elbow. Grasping her shoulder, he pressed her flat, securing her even further with a leg across her hips. “You don’t hide your feelings from yourself or from me. Tell me how you felt when you were tied up.”
“Vulnerable,” she whispered. “Like I couldn’t help what you were going to
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