The Master by Tara Sue Me

like she’d felt in the past. “I didn’t like the idea, but somehow thinking about being that way with Cole sounds more attractive.”
    “Sasha.” Abby’s voice had grown very serious. “You aren’t in a position to serve any Dom like that right now, much less . . .”
    She stopped talking and looked down at her lap. Before she could say anything else, Sasha finished her sentence for her.
    “Much less one like Cole?”
    “I’m sorry, but yes.” Abby took a deep breath. “You’re only seeing a part of the Dom Cole is. He’s holding back a great deal because he’s an excellent trainer, but don’t be mistaken, he would not be an easy Master to serve.”
    “I wasn’t even thinking of it that way. I was thinking what it’d be to have his care and protection all day, every day.”
    “And all night, every night. As a slave, you give up control of everything. He wants to fuck at two in the morning, you fuck at two in the morning and you like it.”
    She knew Abby meant it as a deterrent, but just thinking about it turned her on.
    “Sasha, wake up.”
    His voice is insistent and even though the bed is warm and sleep tempting, she wants to please him more than she wants either the warmbed or sleep. He’s been working long into the night lately and while she goes to sleep alone, she knows it won’t be too long before he wakes her each night. She loves that he can’t sleep without taking her first.
    She rolls over to face him. “Yes, Master?”
    He is standing naked by the bed, hands on his hips, his erection jutting upward. He crooks a finger at her. “Come here. Arse to the edge of the bed. And make it fast, I’m hard as hell and need to fuck.”
    He doesn’t ask if she’s ready. He doesn’t have to. It’s her place to be ready for his cock at all times. She moves to the edge of the bed and feels the growing wetness between her legs as she does.
    He places a hand on each of her knees, keeping her spread for him, and enters her fully with one thrust. “Fuck, yes.”
    He presses deeper.
    “Hell, you didn’t hear anything I said.”
    Sasha snapped back to reality. “I heard the two-in-the-morning-fuck part.”
    Abby groaned.
    “Look at it this way,” Sasha said. “I’m safe in my fantasies.”
    •   •   •
    T hree days later, she knelt in Cole’s office and questioned the intelligence in writing her slave fantasy down for him to read. Though her head was down, she could clearly picture how he looked reading her journal. He would be frowning and there would be worry lines between his eyebrows.
    It took him a long time to read.
    Finally,
finally,
she heard the chair scrape against the floor. She waited for footsteps, but only more silence followed.
    Right when she thought she would be kneeling forever, there was a soft squeak from the seat cushion followed by slow footsteps that came closer and stopped behind her.
    His voice was rough. “Interesting reading today, little one.”
    Glad I could keep you entertained.
But she knew better and didn’t want to start the discussion out on the wrong foot, so instead she said nothing.
    “I was unaware you had an interest in being a slave,” he said.
    “Before this week, I didn’t know I had an interest, Sir.”
    “What triggered that interest?”
    “I had a talk with Abby.”
    “I see.” He gave a coarse laugh. “And Abby told you Kate was my slave.”
    “Yes, Sir. She said you were twenty-four/seven.” She prepared herself for the lecture on how she wasn’t ready and why she was foolish to even contemplate such a thing. Damn it, what was she thinking writing it down for him?
    “I can see the appeal,” he said, surprising her. “There’s a certain security involved, at least on some level. And, of course, there’s the mutual commitment. But, Sasha, don’t romanticize the position of an M/s relationship.
    “You are owned by your Master. You are his to tease and torment as he pleases. Serving him is your all-consuming passion