Professional Liaison by Sandy Sullivan Page B

smile and slipped the stretchy material slowly up her torso and over her head before she threw it across the room. A low, deep growl left his throat, but he didn’t come closer. Both hands cupped her breasts as she tipped her head back and groaned. When she opened her eyes and peered at him through her lashes, he leaned back against the dresser behind him, but she could see how hard his cock was and how it strained against the front of his jeans.
    “Do you want these?”
    “You know I do. Get rid of that bra.”
    Doing as he instructed, she unsnapped the back and let the straps slowly slide down her arms.
    “Roll your nipples between your fingers for me.”
    God he’s making me hot with his commands.
    She let one hand leave her breast to slide across her stomach and unsnap her pants.
    “Take them off. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
    Standing on the side of the bed, she turned and presented him with her back as she slowly peeled the material down her hips, taking her lacy underwear with them until they pooled at her feet.
    “God, you’ve got an amazing ass, Liss.”
    “Glad you approve,” she said over her shoulder before she bent over the bed presenting him with what he’d asked for. Slick, creaming liquid cut a path down her thigh as she waited for him to do something, anything.
    “Stay like that,” he said before she heard him pulled open the door.
    Chills raced across her arms while she waited, anticipation rolling down her back.
    When he returned, he said, “Close your eyes.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Do you trust me?”
    After a moment, she whispered, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
    A wet dollop of liquid hit the crack of her ass and she squeaked but didn’t say anything.
    “You have no idea how hot this is. You sitting there waiting for me with your ass in the air.”
    “Do something, Drew. I’m dying here.”
    The warm chuckle that met her ear calmed her like nothing else could as his hand slide up her butt cheek. A cold end of something hard pressed against her back hole.
    “What is that?”
    “Relax. This will be easier if you can relax your muscles.” With a little more pressure, he pressed it further.
    Good Lord, it felt incredible. “An anal plug?”
    “Yes. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
    “Good girl.” He pushed it further until the end finally passed through the tight ring of muscles. “Relax.”
“I’m trying.”
    “Easy, babe.” The bulbous end finally sank all the way inside and she sighed. “I’m using a small one, for now. We can work up to something bigger later.” She wiggled a little and he said, “Okay?”
“Yes.”
    Slap!
    Damn it, that hurt.
    “I still owe you nine more.”
    Her pussy clenched with a need so strong, she wasn’t sure where it came from.
    The next thing she felt was the sting of leather as the riding crop came down across her butt.
    “Which do you prefer? My hand or the crop?”
    “The crop, Sir, please. Eight more with the crop.”
    “You’re learning, my little sub, you’re learning.”
    Thwack!
    “Why were you crying?”
    She bit her lip and refused to answer.
    Thwack!
    “You’ll tell your Master, why you were so upset.”
    Thwack!
“I can’t!”
    Thwack!
    “It’s my responsibility to give you what you need.”
    Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the comforter under her.
    I won’t tell him.
    The crop slipped up her thigh and slid between her pussy lips to rasp against her clit.
    “Someone is hot,” he said as he slipped the wet end down her thigh. “Do you like the crop?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Yes what, Liss?”
“Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
    “God yes.” She cleared her throat and repeated, “God, yes, Sir.”
    Thwack!
    “Tell me why you were crying.”
    She shook her head and the crop came down again. The sting of the leather accompanied by the stretching of her ass, felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She was horny and upset at the same