In the Zone by Sierra Cartwright Page B

and tight.
    Her internal muscles clenched him, and it was all he could do not to ejaculate instantly.
    She took charge, and for a moment, he let her. He loved the way she set the pace, the way she moved up and down on his cock.
    She leaned into him, the way she had after the scene, the way she never would unless she was feeling vulnerable.
    But a minute or two later, he needed to be in charge again.
    He curved his hands into her buttocks, supporting her as he moved her up and down on him. He controlled the depth and speed.
    “Sir, I need to come.”
    “You’re my sub,” he said. “Your cunt belongs to me. You don’t touch yourself without permission; you don’t come unless I tell you to.”
    “Sir!”
    Her body shuddered.
    Damn. He should have jacked off earlier today while he was in the shower. As it was, he was already on the edge. “Come,” he told her.
    She cried out, and she pulsed around him. Her cunt felt especially tight with the plug inserted in her rear. She bit his shoulder and pulled his hair. He’d never seen this unrestrained abandon from her. Instead of it annoying him, it thrilled him. Her wild streak—just for him—satisfied as nothing else could.
    After she settled, he lifted her again. “Squeeze me,” he told her.
    She contracted her muscles, drawing the cum out of his cock. He came with a loud grunt, and she took him all the way inside her, rocking her hips to get him deeper.
    The quick, passionate sex had been unexpected and rewarding.
    Barely a minute later, she pulled away from him. “Thank you for that, Sir. For the scene and for the fuck. I needed it.”
    Reluctantly he let her go.
    She wriggled off his lap and reached for the blanket to wrap herself up again. She brushed her wayward hair back from her face. “May I be excused, Sir? I’d like to make myself presentable and get back to work.”
    He was out of excuses to hold her. “Master Richard requested you again.”
    “I’ll do a good job, I promise.”
    “I asked another sub to fill in tonight.”
    Her mouth parted slightly.
    “I wanted to be sure you were properly retrained first.”
    She narrowed her eyes.
    Retraining her had nothing to do with his decision, and they both knew it. “I see, Sir. I’m sure you’ll let me know when you think I’m ready.”
    “Don’t think this gets you off the hook for later, Alani.”

Chapter Seven
    Alani wondered how she would make it through the rest of the night.
    She grabbed a towel and body wash and headed for the showers, shoving her thoughts and emotions deep inside. There’d be time enough to think later, but then again, maybe she’d just try to pretend she was unaffected by Master Nathaniel’s overwhelming dominance.
    If she allowed a single thought of him to sneak into her mind, she’d be consumed. At the beginning of the night, when he’d said he wanted her to play with him outside the club, he’d stunned her. She hadn’t even begun to deal with the implications of that before he’d turned her over his knee like a naughty girl and blistered her behind.
    And then there was the scene. The demonstration with Master Nathaniel had been incredible, searing her mentally as well as physically. Until tonight, she’d never known how much of a lifeline someone’s voice could be—how much she trusted him.
    It was what she’d searched for, wanted, dreamed of.
    The pain had been exquisite. It had been torturous, but she’d achieved subspace, if only for a few moments.
    She wasn’t a touchy-feely woman who liked aftercare. She’d learned to be self-reliant; she refused to be dependent on any man. The fact he liked to care for her was unwelcome and uncomfortable. The quick, raw sex had satisfied her, though, and it kept him from soothing and snuggling.
    Wishing she was in the shower at her apartment, she removed the plug and ran it under the water.
    She stayed in the shower as long as she possibly could before toweling off and heading back to her locker.
    She dressed as if