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She whimpered. “But they …I’ll get you really wet. I
get
everything
wet.”

“Hmmm, thanks for the warning, slave. I’ll make sure
to order some pads for my bed at home.” Again his teeth nipped at the shell of
her ear. “And I
will
punish you if you try to hold them back.”

Myrna struggled with her disbelief.
He can claim
he wants them until he gets a full dose. Then he’ll be changing his tune.

“Are you doubting my sincerity, slave?”

How the hell does he do that? It’s like he’s reading
my mind!
She shrugged her shoulders
when he repeated the question.

“Evidently you’re going to take some convincing.” He
stepped back once more. “Remove your clothes. Slowly!”

With trembling fingers she slowly slipped the small
buttons on her blouse through the button holes. By the time she reached the
bottom one, her thighs were slick with juice.
This has to be one of the most
erotic things I’ve done,
she thought as she let the blouse slip off her
shoulders. It caught on the crook of her arms, exposing the smooth curves of
her upper back to his gaze. Unbuttoning her cuffs, she allowed the silk
material to slide further down. The only thing keeping it on was the fabric was
tucked into the waist of her skirt.

As it hung from her, she slipped off her half boots,
wiggling her toes in the plush carpeting. Her breath caught when her blouse was
mysteriously tugged away. By Amery’s hands she assumed, but with her back to
him, she couldn’t be sure.

“Continue.” His voice was firm. “The skirt next,
slave. I need to see that sexy arse of yours.”

Catching the tab at her hip, she lowered it, making
sure to draw it out as he’d requested. Unlike her blouse, once the waistband
was loosened, the skirt pooled around her feet. The harsh breathing behind her
assured her that her Master was enjoying the view of her in nothing more than a
bra and thigh-high stockings. As she reached for the hooks of her bra, her
hands were brushed away.

“Stop.” His voice was now guttural with need. “Mine.”
He gave her a not so gentle push. She stumbled towards the bed before catching
herself against the tall poster at the foot. When her hands wrapped around it,
she found herself pressed against it by his body. A low moan of need escaped
her. She could feel the wool of his trousers against the back of her thighs,
along with the brush of silk and skin against her back.
I want to see him, I
need to see him.

“Master, please. I want to see you.”

A hand squeezed her thigh. “No. If you insist on
misbehaving, I’ll blindfold you before tying you to the bed, slave. You’ll not
look at me until
I allow
it.”

Even as disappointment filled her, her pussy clenched
at his denial. The idea he wouldn’t allow her to top from the bottom – to take
control, had her wanting him more than ever before. “Yes, Master.”

His hands skimmed over her body, adjusting her
position against the poster. Raising an arm here, parting her legs a bit
further there, and even canting her hips out to put her bottom on prominent
display. “
Damneigh!
You look utterly fuckable. Now hold completely
still. Don’t move no matter what you hear. If you do, I’ll warm this,” he
squeezed her ass cheek, “until you beg for me to fuck you.” His hand squeezed
once more before releasing her all together.

Keeping her eyes forward, she tried to ignore how on
display she felt. The air vent directly below her sent warm currents of air
across her exposed pussy. The continuously flowing air teased her unbearably.
She wanted to rub her clit but knew if she moved her hands she’d be in real
trouble. Part of her was tempted to disobey just to find out how Amery would
react. It truly shamed her but she’d once entertained the same type of thoughts
with Grant.

 She stopped shortly after the first time she’d
ejaculated in his bed. With his disgusted rejection of her orgasms, the playful
teasing had gone out of their relationship. Shortly thereafter, she’d found out
she was pregnant with Caelan. Then she’d been too tired to even entertain the
idea of playing in their bedroom. She’d done what Grant had wanted or needed to
get off before slipping into their bed exhausted from housework, child rearing
and the stress of living with a man who lived way beyond their means.

The click and flash of a camera had her jerking in
surprise and dragged her completely out of her dismal thoughts. “Master?” Even
she could hear the wary tone in her voice.

“Shhh, you’re beautiful and I want to remember this
moment.” His fingers trailed up her spine. “The first time my slave offered
herself to me.” His tongue soon followed his fingers. It had her gritting her
teeth against the need to jerk away from him. His teasing tongue and fingers
had found a previously unknown erogenous spot. She’d never dreamed the small of
her back or the valley between her shoulder blades could be so sensitive that the
mere stroke of his fingers would send shards of desire to her womb. It was as
if there were a direct connection between those spots and her pussy. A whimper
escaped her as a thin trail of juice ran down her thighs. His fingers found the
dampness and his resulting groan tickled her flesh, causing even more juice to
gather and coat his fingers.

“Goddess - that’s so sexy, slave. Do you realize how
close I am to fucking you where you stand?”

“Really, Master?” She tried to focus on his words,
but his damn tongue and teeth kept playing with her newly found hot spots.
Suckling, stroking and nipping at the spot between her shoulder blades, he had
her wanting to thrash and buck against him. Only the fact he’d told her to be
still had kept her motionless. At least until his fingers trailed back over her
thigh and one finger found her clit while his thumb nestled between the cheeks
of her ass to press lightly on her rosette. “Ohhh.” Her hips rocked backwards
before she jerked them back to their original position. She wanted — no needed
— to move, but she couldn’t.

“Has this little ass ever been breached, slave?” His
thumb pressed a little harder against her.

“Not…in years.” She tried to form a coherent thought,
but he chose that moment to tweak her nipple with his free hand. The erotic
bite of his fingers through the lacy material of her bra sent another surge of
pleasure through her body. Her knees nearly buckled when his teeth left her hot
spot to travel to the muscle of her shoulder. He nipped before sucking on the
crook of her neck. “Please?” She mumbled the words even as she tightened her
hands around the poster.

“God you’re tight.” His declaration was followed with
a sharp nip along her neck.

Pressure turned into burning pleasure when his thumb
pushed forcibly inside her ass. “Oh, my god, Amery!” His first name slipped out
unbidden. She squeezed her eyes shut when a moment later, he pinched her nipple
hard. His intention was obvious. He was punishing her for her slip without
stopping his play.

“I mean Master,” she babbled. Her body was a chaotic
mass of need now. His devilish fingers plucked and teased at the wet flesh
between her thighs while his lips, tongue and teeth mapped out every inch of
her shoulders and neck. “Master, Master, Master.” She didn’t care she kept
moaning the word as long as he continued to touch her. She cried out when his
hands left her pussy, barely aware of his low curse and muttered words. The
press of hard flesh between her thighs and against her now drenched portal had
her moaning wildly. Rocking her hips, she tried to capture his hot, hard length
inside her.

His fingers were nearly brutal when they turned her
head to look at him as he finally caught her attention. His hair was rumpled as
if he’d dragged his hands through it. His shirt was hanging open, exposing a
smattering of silver curls across his chest. They trailed down his yummy abs to
thicken once more at the top of his pubis.
It should be illegal for a man
his age to look this sexy.
Craning her neck, she tried to look down between
their bodies. She wanted to see his cock. “Please, Master.”

“Look at me, slave!” Her eyes tore away from where
their bodies were nearly joined to look into his eyes. “I’m clean. Tell me I
can claim this pussy with nothing between us, slave!”

Oh God, he wants to fuck me bareback. I haven’t felt
a naked cock in me since I gave birth to Caelan.
Around the building orgasm in her womb, the muscles
briefly relaxed before clenching hard as her need escalated. “Yes, Master!”

“Mother fuck.” His accent was nearly unintelligible
now. He pulled her back from the poster before shoving her towards the bed
itself. “Up on your hands and knees.” His order was harsh as she heard him
kicking off his shoes then the metal of his belt hitting the floor. She
scrambled onto the bed. She didn’t even have time to look at him before his hot
body covered hers. The silky brush of his shirt tails told her he hadn’t even
taken the time to remove it before joining her.

She screamed when his fingers thrust inside of her.
“God damn, so fucking wet.” His hand left and smacked her left hip. “Do you
submit to me, slave? Are you going to give me my due as your Master?” She
nodded, nearly sobbing as his hand hit her opposite cheek. Each stinging slap
sent her a step closer to something. She wasn’t sure what but it tantalized
her.

“Do you submit?” His bark was intense. She vaguely
knew he was waiting for her to answer him verbally. The need, the pleasure, the
pressure was now buffeting her continuously. “Yes, Master, yes.” Her gasps were
barely audible but he must’ve heard her because a moment later she felt her
pussy being filled and filled some more. When his cockhead butted into her
cervix, she screamed as her first orgasm burst over her. Even as she was
coming, she was babbling, apologizing for her lapse in not waiting for his
permission.

“Ah, fuck yes.” His hands were gripping her hips. He
jerked out before thrusting back inside hard and deep. Her arms collapsed and
her upper body hit the bed. She tried to push back up but his hand pressed
between her shoulder blades. With her chest lower than her hips, she felt every
inch of him even deeper than before. “God, so tight and
wet!”
It sounded
as if he were gritting every word out between his teeth. His hips slapped
against her arse, the loud sound echoing through the room, along with the
creaking from the bed. In a haze, as her pleasure grew sharper and more
intense, she realized she needed more.
Oh my god, I’m gonna fly apart!

“Please Master, please, oh God…I need… I need…”

“What do…you…need?” His words were just as broken as
hers were.

Fumbling she tried to arrange her arms. She cried out
in frustration as she couldn’t get them where she wanted. She needed one thing
but her body wouldn’t give it to her. Tears poured down her cheeks.

He slowed the movement of his hips. “Shh, slave. No
tears unless they’re of pleasure.” His voice was trembling. “Tell me what you
need, Myrna.”

“I’m…going to…shatter…fly apart…hold me down,
Master…don’t let me fall apart.”

His eyes flared. “You need the bonds don’t you, sweet
slave?” She nodded.

Slowly but reluctantly pulling out of her, he pressed
a kiss on her shoulder. “Don’t move.” He left the bed. She could see him
opening his briefcase. Rummaging around inside it, he pulled out several short
lengths of silk. When he came back, he sat down on the bed next to her hip.
“Widespread or arms alone?”

Myrna lifted her head. “I can’t do arms.”

“Says who?” He gave her a stern look. He rearranged
her to his liking as he positioned her arms in a surprisingly comfortable
position. When he tied each wrist to her opposite forearm in front of her, she
gasped in surprise. Tied in such away, they were cradled against her belly
instead of the small of her back. “Trust me, slave.” He moved around her. A
moment later he resumed his position behind her. He prodded her with the wet
tip of his cock before flexing his hips. In a single stroke he was inside of
her. “Now where were we, slave?” Evidently he didn’t expect an answer, because
his hand pressed in between her shoulders once more, as he began to move. Not
as hard or fast as before, but deep enough to have her crying out her pleasure
against the bedding.

“Good?” His question washed over her.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

He leaned over her. “Is this what you needed?” He increased
his thrusts. Within moments, she found herself hovering back on the cusp of
something she wasn’t familiar with, but this time she felt grounded and
connected to her Master. His hard cock was stroking against her cervix and she
could feel his balls smacking against her clit with each thrust. The pleasure
mixed with the erotic pain of feeling him so deep.

“Yes, Master, yes.” She panted just before she
hovered on the edge of an unfamiliar space. She so wanted to jump into that
space but her body was tightening and trembling on what she was sure was going
to be one of the hardest climaxes she’d ever had.“So good, Master.”

“Then this’ll feel even better!” His thumb pushed
inside her ass and the world exploded around her with the bite of pain his
breach caused. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes as wetness flew and she
dove headlong into pleasure.