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

for it.  He was right; I wasn’t ready to beg him to fuck me. I had never said anything so crass in bed.  Sex with George had been a rather silent, rote affair.  I had never wanted to beg anyone to fuck me.  Reed was about to change that.
    His hands fisted in my pajama pants, jerking them down and exposing me with one powerful move of his arms.  It felt as though he was stripping away more than my clothes.  He was stripping away the last barriers between us, the last of my defenses.
    He watched me carefully as he began to uncoil the object that was still wrapped around his fist.  Silver flashed, and I recognized his belt buckle.  By the time he held the length of black leather doubled over in his hand, my breath came in short, shallow gasps.
    “Reed…”  My voice wavered as uncertainty coiled within my gut.
    White hot pain exploded across my sensitive inner thigh, and I shrieked in shock.
    “You will address me as ‘Sir,’” he ordered calmly.  “If you want me to stop, say ‘red.’  Otherwise, this won’t end until you beg me to fuck you. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ aren’t safe words.”
    My whimper was a mixture of fear and desire.  He took it as an invitation to continue.  His belt slapped me again, mirroring the first hit.  The pain was hot, stinging.  It pulsed across my skin until it found my sex, where it turned to an erotic throb.  My core clenched at the third hit, even as my body tried to jerk away from him.  But his knees held me open for his torment, and his tie kept my hands securely restrained.  The knowledge of my helplessness only increased my desire for him.
    “Please!”  I shouted out at the fourth blow.  “Please.  F-fuck me.”  I stumbled over the word.
    “Not good enough.”  His voice was merciless, and the belt came down again.
    “Please fuck me, Reed!”  I didn’t hesitate this time.
    Hot pain lashed me.  “Try again.”
    “Please, Sir,” I gasped, realizing what he wanted.  “Please fuck me.”  All embarrassment or insecurity had been melted by the heat of his belt against my sensitive thighs, leaving nothing but need and lust behind.  Just as Reed had promised, pain had brought me release.  Now I needed a different sort of release.  “Please fuck me, Sir.”  My hips lifted toward him, silently begging.
    “Come for me first.”  As soon as he uttered the words, he brought the belt down directly on my swollen clit.  Sensation exploded across the tiny bundle of nerves.  I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain.  They were one in the same, a purely carnal feeling that ripped through me with blinding force.  My sharp cry barely registered in my ears.
    His fingers brushed against the abused bud, and I twisted against my bonds as sensation flooded me mercilessly.  Was this an orgasm?  I had thought I had found pleasure with my vibrator, but that was nothing compared to this bliss.
    It wasn’t until I was quivering and utterly spent that his touch left me.  I heard the rustling of fabric, and the way the mattress shifted let me know he was removing his boxers.  I blinked against the white light that flooded my vision, yearning to see him.  His strong form coalesced in the darkness just as he sheathed himself in a condom.  Then his huge cock was at my entrance.  I nearly protested.  No way would he fit.  But somehow, there was still a burn within me, a deeper need that hadn’t been fulfilled by the pleasure he had just given me.  I needed him.
    His eyes met mine, trapping me in his bottomless gaze.  Two fluttering heartbeats passed, and then he drove into me in one thrust.  The double-edged sword of pain/pleasure impaled me once again as he stretched me ruthlessly.  He stilled, holding himself deep within me.
    “Fuck., you’re tight.”  He drew in sharp breaths through his teeth as he restrained himself from fucking me with the ferocity he clearly desired.  My tightness was causing him his own sweet pain.  His hands cupped my