Master (An Impossible Novel) (Impossible #6) by Julia Sykes

evidently pleased that I had followed his line of thinking.  “I don’t.  I find my release in control.  But more importantly, I find it in trust.  A submissive has to have complete trust in me for her to allow me to give her pain.”  He paused.  “Do you trust me, Katie?”
    Yearning rose up in me.  “I trust you.  And I want that.”  Yes, I wanted Reed.  And I wanted the pain he could give me.  I longed to find the release he promised.  Desire licked between my thighs at the idea of him dominating my body, allowing me to give in to my darkest fantasies.
    Fear of what wanting pain with sex meant tickled at the edges of my mind, but all my focus was honed on Reed.  Wrong, a little voice warned.  I shouldn’t be with Reed.  But the entirety of the rest of my being burned for him, in a way that was so much more than physical desire.  Although that was quite potent enough.
    I became acutely aware of everywhere his skin touched mine.  My side was pressed against his chest, and his arms surrounded me.  His muscles coiled, tightening around me, trapping me.  My head dropped back, and I went soft in his hold.  His triumphant grin gleamed through the darkness, and his hand slid up my back to grip my nape.  I shuddered at the dominant touch, and the sparse light in the room gathered in his eyes, flashing across the inky surface like fireworks across the night sky.
    His lips were still curved up with his pleasure when they descended on mine.  I opened for him, and his mouth claimed me.  His kiss was every bit as heady as I remembered.  My mind had tried to push away memories of the pleasure of it.  If I could deny how good his touch upon me felt, I could resist him.  But Reed demanded honesty, and he had ripped away my ability to lie even to myself.  I moaned up into him, releasing my lust just as I had released my grief in his arms.  The shot of freedom was almost as intoxicating as his lips moving against mine.
    Keeping one hand cradling the back of my neck, his other found the top button of my pajamas.  It suddenly struck me that they were bright pink and patterned with cartoon dogs and cats.  I burned with embarrassment, but Reed didn’t seem to mind.  He deftly slid the button free and slipped inside the soft fabric.  The sensation of his calloused fingertips against my smooth skin sent a shiver racing up my spine.  There was nothing tentative about his touch, no silent hesitation waiting for my permission.  His fingers explored the expanse of creamy flesh as though he had every right.
    My nipples pebbled, aching for him.  He obliged my need.  Pain bloomed as he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.  He caught my little cry on his tongue, consuming it.  Mercilessly, he twisted, pulling and pinching.  I tried to move away from him, but I was caught between his hand on my neck and his mouth upon mine.  His teeth sank into my lower lip, reinforcing my utter helplessness to resist him.  His grip shifted to torture my other nipple.  I shuddered and surrendered to the pain, acknowledging it rather than fighting or denying it.
    With my acceptance, the pain became something more, something interesting.  It didn’t stop hurting, but the burning in my breast awoke an answering burn in my belly.  Pleasure bloomed along with my submission, weaving through the pain in an exquisite symphony of sensation.  I squirmed in Reed’s lap, seeking stimulation against my throbbing clit.  He hardened beneath me in response, and I let out a little gasp at the size of him.  Even as I registered trepidation at the idea of taking a man so large, my inner walls contracted, longing to be filled.  A strange whine eased up my throat as carnal need overtook my mind.
    Abruptly, Reed moved my body.  The world spun around me, and then I found myself lying flat on my back.  He grasped my wrists and drew them up over my head.  His hands found mine, and his thumbs pressed against my palms, forcing them