Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender by Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx
Authors: Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx
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between the two men if he hadn’t already felt that something was wrong. “If Tasha hadn’t begged you to let her suck your dick, you would have watched that first night with her too. It was like you didn’t trust me to be your submissive in a scene if I was playing Dominant.”
“I didn’t want to short-change you,” Noah snapped, and yanked on Ty’s hair. “I didn’t want to get in the way of that part of you.”
“You made me feel like that part of me was wrong,” Ty snarled.
The astonishment on Noah’s face was fucking gratifying. He hadn’t meant to make Ty feel that way. The conflict had been in his own mind. It was a relief because it meant Noah truly loved all of him, not just the parts that worked with his Dominance.
Noah loosened his grip on Ty’s hair. But Ty reached up and held Noah’s hand to his head, a silent plea to remain linked. His Master threaded his fingers through Ty’s hair. “I love every part of you, you bastard. Why can’t you see that?” He dropped his hand away and turned his back on Ty.
His Master. So willing to do whatever it took to make it all work between them, even if it meant bringing a woman he didn’t know into their relationship. Ty reached out and pressed his chest against Noah’s back. “I do see it.”
Noah shook his head. “No, you don’t.” His smile was filled with pain. “You never have.”
Ty stepped around to face Noah. “I’ve made you unhappy? Is that it?”
“You fucking idiot,” Noah practically shouted. He never shouted. Ty’s eyes widened, shock making him still. This was his Master, the man who stayed in control no matter what. No one could be more confident and powerful than Noah. In seven years, Ty had never seen this side of his Master. Vulnerable, uncertain, on the edge.
It was probably sick, but Ty felt a little thrill in his heart to see it. It meant he mattered. He faced his Master and refused to back away. When Noah reached for his shoulders, Ty ducked into his lover’s arms and kissed him. For a heartbreaking moment, Noah’s lips were tight, angry, closed against Ty. Then his Master groaned and took over.
Noah’s kiss always held a hint of violence. Now his possession was brutal, his teeth biting Ty’s bottom lip hard, the pain a welcome relief. There was no doubt who dominated, yet Ty gave as good as he got, demanding more from Noah than he had in a long time.
Ty broke away and dropped to his knees. He tore open Noah’s jeans and yanked his underwear out of the way, desperate for a taste. There was no admonishment for Ty’s actions, done without permission. None of that mattered.
When he took Noah’s cock in his mouth, Ty moaned, reveling in the way it filled him. He was rough and insistent, sucking hard and demanding Noah’s response. His Master’s growl was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, driving his length deeper down Ty’s throat. There was only one thing missing. As if Noah read Ty’s mind, his Master gripped his hair and held his head still, thrusting harder.
The vein on Noah’s dick pulsed and Ty redoubled his efforts. Give it to me, damn it. Give it all to me. His thought could only be communicated by the pressure of his fingers on Noah’s thighs and a desperate moan.
Noah’s hoarse shout was followed by the heavenly explosion of semen into Ty’s mouth. He captured every drop, determined to give his Master pleasure, to prove that he belonged to Noah and always would.
Ty wanted to keep sucking Noah’s cock, cleaning it, savoring it. But Noah yanked his head away and pulled Ty to his feet. Noah claimed Ty’s mouth with a desperation and power that he never had before.
When Noah broke away, the expression on his face rattled Ty more than any of his Master’s words or actions. Resignation. Despair. Sadness. Ty wouldn’t let Noah go, holding him. “No. Don’t turn away.”
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“I didn’t want to short-change you,” Noah snapped, and yanked on Ty’s hair. “I didn’t want to get in the way of that part of you.”
“You made me feel like that part of me was wrong,” Ty snarled.
The astonishment on Noah’s face was fucking gratifying. He hadn’t meant to make Ty feel that way. The conflict had been in his own mind. It was a relief because it meant Noah truly loved all of him, not just the parts that worked with his Dominance.
Noah loosened his grip on Ty’s hair. But Ty reached up and held Noah’s hand to his head, a silent plea to remain linked. His Master threaded his fingers through Ty’s hair. “I love every part of you, you bastard. Why can’t you see that?” He dropped his hand away and turned his back on Ty.
His Master. So willing to do whatever it took to make it all work between them, even if it meant bringing a woman he didn’t know into their relationship. Ty reached out and pressed his chest against Noah’s back. “I do see it.”
Noah shook his head. “No, you don’t.” His smile was filled with pain. “You never have.”
Ty stepped around to face Noah. “I’ve made you unhappy? Is that it?”
“You fucking idiot,” Noah practically shouted. He never shouted. Ty’s eyes widened, shock making him still. This was his Master, the man who stayed in control no matter what. No one could be more confident and powerful than Noah. In seven years, Ty had never seen this side of his Master. Vulnerable, uncertain, on the edge.
It was probably sick, but Ty felt a little thrill in his heart to see it. It meant he mattered. He faced his Master and refused to back away. When Noah reached for his shoulders, Ty ducked into his lover’s arms and kissed him. For a heartbreaking moment, Noah’s lips were tight, angry, closed against Ty. Then his Master groaned and took over.
Noah’s kiss always held a hint of violence. Now his possession was brutal, his teeth biting Ty’s bottom lip hard, the pain a welcome relief. There was no doubt who dominated, yet Ty gave as good as he got, demanding more from Noah than he had in a long time.
Ty broke away and dropped to his knees. He tore open Noah’s jeans and yanked his underwear out of the way, desperate for a taste. There was no admonishment for Ty’s actions, done without permission. None of that mattered.
When he took Noah’s cock in his mouth, Ty moaned, reveling in the way it filled him. He was rough and insistent, sucking hard and demanding Noah’s response. His Master’s growl was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, driving his length deeper down Ty’s throat. There was only one thing missing. As if Noah read Ty’s mind, his Master gripped his hair and held his head still, thrusting harder.
The vein on Noah’s dick pulsed and Ty redoubled his efforts. Give it to me, damn it. Give it all to me. His thought could only be communicated by the pressure of his fingers on Noah’s thighs and a desperate moan.
Noah’s hoarse shout was followed by the heavenly explosion of semen into Ty’s mouth. He captured every drop, determined to give his Master pleasure, to prove that he belonged to Noah and always would.
Ty wanted to keep sucking Noah’s cock, cleaning it, savoring it. But Noah yanked his head away and pulled Ty to his feet. Noah claimed Ty’s mouth with a desperation and power that he never had before.
When Noah broke away, the expression on his face rattled Ty more than any of his Master’s words or actions. Resignation. Despair. Sadness. Ty wouldn’t let Noah go, holding him. “No. Don’t turn away.”
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