Master Me by Brynn Paulin Page A

past. He locked an arm around her waist. Slowly he trailed the fingers of his free hand along the inside of her thigh while he murmured calming words to her.
    She relaxed in tiny increments while he gentled her. Despite her pussy being exposed, she might as well have been wrapped in a blanket for all anyone cared. She barely jumped as Max’s hand left her thigh and slid up into her folds. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his shoulder. The sultry Indian music rose around her, its erotic tones bolstered by the moans growing more and more apparent. It was easy to imagine, she and Max alone in his private harem. The Master pleasuring his slave.
    She turned her face into his ear, letting him hear her low cries as he spread her lips and gathered her honey on his fingertips. Heat prickled up her neck as he discovered her arousal. What would he think? She couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t what she watched that brought the reaction in her. It was being in this place with him, surrounded by the blatant sensuality.
    “Master me,” she whispered, intent on pleasing him as he jabbed two fingers into her weeping folds. She whimpered, unable to contain her shudders as he worked in and out. His body reacted immediately to her husky words and pressed hard to her ass.
    Contentment worked through her. She knew the words to say to him as her hips rocked into his fingers. “I want you. I want to turn and ride you. With everyone watching.
    Anyone. I want to show them how you possess me, Master.”
    Relentlessly, he stroked his fingers into her. He nudged her face up so he could speak in her ear. “You’re mine, Ana. Look down there at the floor. See how that sub takes those men. Her name is Felicity. You think her master is cruel to ask this of her, don’t you? She loves this. He gives this to her because she loves it. Later, he will take 80
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    her home. He’ll care for her and tell her how proud of her he is. Look at the way she takes those cocks. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? You’d be just as beautiful with your legs parted, taking those men. With your lips wrapped around their fat cocks.”
    She quivered, tiny cries escaping as she squeezed his plundering fingers.
    “As beautiful as I know it would be, it will never happen, angel,” he growled. “It doesn’t matter how much you might want it. I’ll never share you, not with my brothers, not with my friends and certainly not with strangers.”
    His thumb rasped over her clit. She closed her eyes, again sinking into the decadent sensations flying through her body. Her whole focus pinpointed on his touch. She pressed her lips together. She couldn’t come. Not here. Her body thought otherwise as pleasure coiled inside her, carrying her higher. Reaching behind her, she clung to Max’s hips.
    “Scream for me, angel,” he rasped in her ear. “Scream and let everyone know.”
    Her breaths came closer together, gasping from her.
    “Let go,” Max urged.
    Suddenly, the tension inside her snapped, ecstasy bubbling over and gushing to her limbs. Yes . Oh , yes . Her scream throbbed from her chest as her head pushed back into his shoulder.
    A vicious yank on the leash strangled her release with the force of being slammed into wall. Her eyes flew open as Max’s hand shot up to knot in the leather and keep her assailant from dragging her off his lap. She stared up at the blond man glowering down at them, his pallid features enraged.
    Panic filled her at Tyler’s outright attack. She didn’t think Max would let her go without a fight but Tyler didn’t seem cowed by the power that radiated from her lover.
    Obviously, Tyler was a raving lunatic. She ’ d be cowed by Max if he wasn’t holding her so protectively right now. Instinctively, she pressed back into his chest only to be dragged upright again by the taut leash. Max’s hand thankfully diminished the pull on her neck.
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