For the Sub by Sierra Cartwright Page A

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    Damn, she appreciated his trim hips and lean torso. His powerful legs and cut biceps spoke of raw strength. Despite feeling satiated, a primal beat pulsed in her, reawakening her sexual interest.
    “I told you to get up,” he repeated, folding his arms across his chest.
    When she didn’t immediately move, he did.
    He grabbed her from the bed then tossed her over his shoulder. She flailed and kicked, and he swatted her bare butt—hard.
    “Ow, Sir!”
    “Next time, do as you’re told, when you’re told.”
    He strode out of the bedroom, jostling her as he walked.
    “Your shoulder is knobby,” she complained.
    “Poor thing.”
    Blood rushed to her head and the ground swayed beneath her. And there was no place she’d rather be than this close to him. She braced her palms on his back.
    In the bathroom he deposited her on the countertop.
    “That’s cold, Sir,” she said.
    “My apologies, Princess. Maybe you’d be more comfortable on your knees?”
    She yielded to the impulse to link her hands around his neck. “If you say so, Sir.”
    “I do.” His motions at odds with the simmering passion in his eyes, he placed her on the tile floor before putting a hand on her head and forcing her down.
    His dick filled her vision.
    “Lick it. No hands.”
    “I love the way you taste,” she said before placing her tongue against the underneath of his cockhead. She did as he’d said then she sucked him into her mouth.
    “I said to lick it, sub.”
    His tone held a sexy growl that drove her mad. Mindful of his order, she let his cock slip from her mouth before angling her head to lick his shaft from slit to balls.
    “That’s better,” he said.
    He might be a big, bad, demanding Dom, but the way he dug his hands into her hair and held her assured her he appreciated her.
    He grew thicker, and she knew he had to be close to ejaculating when he moved away from her. “Kneel back.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You could say that like you mean it.”
    “I’m too well trained to tell you what I really thought, Sir.”
    “You’ll get as much cock as you want later, sub.”
    Satisfaction oozed through her.
    He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature then extended his hand.
    She accepted and allowed him to draw her up. “I need to put my hair up.” She grabbed two large clips from a basket beneath the sink.
    “Allow me.” He plucked one of the plastic pieces from her palm and scooped up a handful of strands. He inhaled the scent. “Peach?” he asked.
    “With vanilla.” No man had ever done something she found so exotically appealing.
    “I like it.”
    She made a note to buy a dozen bottles on her next trip into town.
    Within moments, he had secured her hair. “I could play with this for hours.”
    “I’d let you, Sir.”
    He pulled back the shower curtain and entered the tub. “Join me?” he invited.
    She’d always thought the tub was one of the home’s nicest features. Its claw feet reminded her of a bygone era, and its depth allowed her to soak up to her chin, something divine in winter when the house was cold.
    Although her father had added a showerhead during the remodel, she hadn’t noticed how small the tub was for two people to stand in. Until now. She couldn’t be more than a foot away from Master Niles. This close, his presence overwhelmed her.
    “Not too hot?” he asked when they were beneath the spray with the shower curtain pulled closed.
    “It’s perfect, Sir.” Just like the rest of the evening had been. “May I wash your back?”
    “Please.” He turned away from her.
    “Damn, you’re every bit as hot from this angle, Master Niles.” She made lazy circles on his back.
    Steam billowed around them, and she squatted to make her way down and across his tight buttocks. She gently slid into the crack to cleanse him there.
    His body went rigid, and she continued down his legs. “I’ve showered with men before,” she admitted. “But I’ve never washed their backs.”
    “Your