while he’d fucked her, sliding in and out of her wetness, feeling as if he’d gone to the highest point in the heavens and firmly planted himself there forever.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and jiggled the towels, as if questioning what to do next. “One on either side of my body, right behind my shoulders. Then climb back in.”
She was so beautifully submissive as she followed his orders, eager to please him, obviously excited that her submission would bring them both pleasure.
“There’s some lube on the table. Get your pretty little rosette ready for my cock.”
His dick throbbed as she followed his orders, keeping her back to him so he could watch her spread her cheeks and rub the lube on the spot he longed to fuck. He needed her.
Now.
When she was back in the water, she stood in front of him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. If he could get his hands on Jack right now, he’d have two things to say.
He’d trained her well, then he’d treated her like crap. And for that, he was a discredit to Doms everywhere. It was because of Doms like him that BDSM got a bad name. He hoped he never met the man. On the other hand, he wanted just one chance to break his nose.
“Climb onto my lap, slave.” She knelt on the steps, straddling him as he clasped her hips.
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“Now, one foot on either towel so that you’re lying back, your head in the water.” He could see the indecision, could see her coping with the idea she’d be so vulnerable in that position. She didn’t say no, though, or tell him it wouldn’t work.
Instead, she trusted him to hold onto her hips as she shifted. Putting her legs over his shoulders and lying back. Just as he suspected, her bottom was right in line with his dick, the perfect position to fuck her tight ass.
He knew she got the idea of what was happening right away. She nestled herself further down, arms floating out.
“Play with your nipples.” He positioned himself at her opening, loving the feel of the tight rosette, ready for the taking. He pushed gently, felt her slight resistance, then felt her body relax and push down. He slipped inside, tensing at the sound of pleasure that escaped her mouth.
“Master.” She said the word so low he barely heard her.
“My beautiful slave queen.” He pushed inside more, stopping when he felt her tighten against the intrusion. He loved the fact no one had been inside her, in any part of her, for years. She was his, his to take, his to command, his to love.
It took all his self-control to hold still when he was fully inside her. He stroked his finger over her clit, tugging gently on her slave ring. His gaze locked on her hands, doing the same thing with her nipples.
He waited as long as he could, and then he grasped her hips and pulled her back and forth, sliding in and out of her tight passage.
“Play with your nipples, play with your clit, don’t come until I say so, slave.” He knew his voice sounded wobbly, that he didn’t sound as in control as he should, but he didn’t care.
All that mattered was the woman whose body was wrapped around his dick.
90 Melinda Barron
The water lapped at her as he moved her, sliding up over her torso and thighs. Her hands moved between her breasts and pussy, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps that edged his excitement higher and higher.
He closed his eyes and imagined collaring her, waking up to her every morning and going to sleep with her beside him every night. When he traveled she would travel with him, because he couldn’t stand to be without her.
The water lapped harder as he pulled her back and forth faster until his balls drew up and he came, pulsing inside her tight ass until he thought he would die.
“Master, may I?”
“Yes, my slave, you may.” Her body writhed and slid up and down on his still hard cock, causing a slight tremor to pass through his balls. He dug his fingers into her hips as she cried out again, and then he
She stopped at the top of the stairs and jiggled the towels, as if questioning what to do next. “One on either side of my body, right behind my shoulders. Then climb back in.”
She was so beautifully submissive as she followed his orders, eager to please him, obviously excited that her submission would bring them both pleasure.
“There’s some lube on the table. Get your pretty little rosette ready for my cock.”
His dick throbbed as she followed his orders, keeping her back to him so he could watch her spread her cheeks and rub the lube on the spot he longed to fuck. He needed her.
Now.
When she was back in the water, she stood in front of him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. If he could get his hands on Jack right now, he’d have two things to say.
He’d trained her well, then he’d treated her like crap. And for that, he was a discredit to Doms everywhere. It was because of Doms like him that BDSM got a bad name. He hoped he never met the man. On the other hand, he wanted just one chance to break his nose.
“Climb onto my lap, slave.” She knelt on the steps, straddling him as he clasped her hips.
Undercover Submission
89
“Now, one foot on either towel so that you’re lying back, your head in the water.” He could see the indecision, could see her coping with the idea she’d be so vulnerable in that position. She didn’t say no, though, or tell him it wouldn’t work.
Instead, she trusted him to hold onto her hips as she shifted. Putting her legs over his shoulders and lying back. Just as he suspected, her bottom was right in line with his dick, the perfect position to fuck her tight ass.
He knew she got the idea of what was happening right away. She nestled herself further down, arms floating out.
“Play with your nipples.” He positioned himself at her opening, loving the feel of the tight rosette, ready for the taking. He pushed gently, felt her slight resistance, then felt her body relax and push down. He slipped inside, tensing at the sound of pleasure that escaped her mouth.
“Master.” She said the word so low he barely heard her.
“My beautiful slave queen.” He pushed inside more, stopping when he felt her tighten against the intrusion. He loved the fact no one had been inside her, in any part of her, for years. She was his, his to take, his to command, his to love.
It took all his self-control to hold still when he was fully inside her. He stroked his finger over her clit, tugging gently on her slave ring. His gaze locked on her hands, doing the same thing with her nipples.
He waited as long as he could, and then he grasped her hips and pulled her back and forth, sliding in and out of her tight passage.
“Play with your nipples, play with your clit, don’t come until I say so, slave.” He knew his voice sounded wobbly, that he didn’t sound as in control as he should, but he didn’t care.
All that mattered was the woman whose body was wrapped around his dick.
90 Melinda Barron
The water lapped at her as he moved her, sliding up over her torso and thighs. Her hands moved between her breasts and pussy, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps that edged his excitement higher and higher.
He closed his eyes and imagined collaring her, waking up to her every morning and going to sleep with her beside him every night. When he traveled she would travel with him, because he couldn’t stand to be without her.
The water lapped harder as he pulled her back and forth faster until his balls drew up and he came, pulsing inside her tight ass until he thought he would die.
“Master, may I?”
“Yes, my slave, you may.” Her body writhed and slid up and down on his still hard cock, causing a slight tremor to pass through his balls. He dug his fingers into her hips as she cried out again, and then he
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