My Obsession by Cassie Ryan

the cloth-covered bulge that outlined his erection.
    She glanced up to find him watching her.
    Heat seared through her at the raw hunger in his steady gaze. Reluctantly breaking that contact, she returned her attention to her task. She slid her fingers inside the fly of the boxer briefs and sucked in a breath at the hot, firm feel of him.
    Her mouth watered as she tried to imagine what Master Brent tasted like. She’d found that she really enjoyed having a nice, hard cock in her mouth. The spicy or even sweet and salty taste bursting over her tongue, and the thrust of it in her throat as she took all that was offered, always made her pussy ache to be filled. And now even the thought of all of that with Master Brent had the same effect, only more intense.
    Damn, she really needed to come again. But not willing to risk a punishment, she took a breath and firmed her resolve to be the best sub Master Brent had ever had.
    She explored his thick length, stroking him as much as she could within the confines of his open pants and his boxer briefs. “You have a very nice cock, sir. I can imagine having it inside me…in several different scenarios.”
    Impossibly, he hardened further in her hand as she continued to stroke him. She glanced up to find his intense blue gaze on her and lost herself in the command she saw there. Only then did she look back at his cock and allow herself to trace her thumb up and over the wide tip to find the drop of creamy pre-come she had known would be there.
    She thrilled at the slick warmth of it and took a moment to enjoy spreading it over the swollen head and causing a rumbling sound of need in the back of Master Brent’s throat.
    Her entire body ached, and she reached down with her free hand to stroke her clit as she continued to slide her hand up and down his thick shaft.
    Master Brent leaned forward and closed his hand over hers and pulled it away from him.
    Confusion churned, and she glanced up to find his stern expression pinning her in place.
    “Did I give you permission to touch your clit?”
    Her mind raced, and she huffed as she realized she’d overstepped her permissions, quickly followed by the knowledge that she wasn’t cringing away from Master Brent’s punishments as she had with Diego. She trusted him to take care of her. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I got caught up in the moment.”
    He nodded. “You’ll learn to stay within your bounds. You’ll learn that when you do I will always take care of your needs. Remember that.”
    She blew out a slow breath as disappointment arrowed deep. She badly needed to come, but knew that she would now have to wait until she got back to Michelle’s apartment and went to bed. Her pussy clenched at the loss of what could have happened tonight, but she consoled herself that there would be many other nights. Many more possibilities, and she vowed to learn to be the best sub Master Brent could ever hope for. She would be so good at it that he would forget every other sub he had ever played with.
    “Sandra?” Master Brent’s voice was laced with both concern and censure, and Sandra realized she’d let herself become distracted. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry again, sir.” She scrambled to remember the last thing he’d said…that he would always take care of her needs if she was a good sub. She thrilled at the thought. “Yes, sir. I will definitely remember that.”
    “It’s time for our play to end, and for you to rest. Will you be here at the Club tomorrow night?”
    She nodded quickly, hoping she didn’t look too needy or desperate, even though she was feeling both right now.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He zipped up, and a sharp stab of disappointment assaulted her.
    He tapped her gently on the end of the nose and she couldn’t help but smile. Master Brent seemed to always know when she needed to smile. “Don’t forget to eat and take care of yourself, and bring back the contract with any questions. I’ll meet you in the locker