Page 29 of Master My Love

A brush of something soft skimmed slowly over her fiery ass. It felt heavenly, and she sighed.

“That’s a lovely sound. I take it you like this?”

“Very much, sir,” she replied barely suppressing a moan. “Is that...fur?”

“Yes. It’s still the round paddle, only the other side. Contrasting the sensations and textures can be a very sensual experience.”

“I was thinking much the same thing.”

Alternating leather and fur, he gave her ten more swats, his hands rubbing andmassaging in between everyfew,and hecontinued the caresses after hewas through.

“Now, isn’t thisbetter?A bare-bottom spanking is always preferable.”

“For who?”

“For both of us, which is the goal of all of this.I’d be lying ifI said I didn’t enjoy watchinga sub’s bottom change from creamy white to pink, and for girls who areextranaughty, to a vivid rosy red.”

Her breathing was coming in fast little pants, which were impossible to hide. She wouldn’t be surprisedif he couldhear her heart racing. Heat coiled in lower belly and wetness surged between her thighs. Bound as she was with her knees wide apart, he could gauge her arousal in a single touch.

As if on cue, Eric’s fingertips skimmed over the bunched-up panties covering her sensitive center.

“Your panties are drenched. That, along with your squirming, and the sexy sounds coming from yourthroat, despite the fire I’ve ignited on your naughty behind, tell me you’re enjoying yourself, too.”

She enjoyed a sweet red wine, walking on the beach at sunrise, and strawberry cheesecake. The pleasure his teasing, intimate touch and the spanking had inspired was on a whole other level. If she could speak, she wouldn’t know what to say, so her response was one of the throaty sounds he mentioned.

Eric traced the edge of her panties, wedged between the seam of her pussy from all her squirming. He pressed inward, rubbing her clit through the wet nylon, and Val let loose a groan, which in her opinion wasn’t anywhere close to sexy. His low laugh in response definitely was and told her he appreciated it, however.

“Please. I’m dying here!”

“I doubt that, but perhaps you could elaborate. Do you mean if I peel down these panties, which Ireallyshould do anyway, I’ll find your pussy wet and swollen, and glistening with your juices?”

“Yes!”

Applying more pressure, he rubbed faster, and the wetness of her panties grew with each passing second.

“Your clit is standing up and so hard, I can practically feel it pulsing beneath my fingertips. I bet it’s peeking out from its hood, eager for the stroke of my tongue.”

She didn’t respond, not that he’d asked a question. It was a good thing, too. She was breathingtoohard from imagining him doing what he’d described she couldn’t have if she wanted to.

“That would be a sweet reward, wouldn’t it? One you don’t deserve, naughty girl.” With that said, he removed his hand, and losing his touch so close to coming made her whimper in disappointment.

“But why?”

He approached the head of the bench and bent to her level. In a tender gesture, he brushed the hair from her eyes before he curved his hand beneath her chin and angled her face to his. There waswarmthin his gaze, but steely determinationas well.

“Have you forgotten where you are, little one?”

“I’m at your club.”

“This is true. Then you must be having trouble remembering who I am?”

Oh crap. She’d done it again. She answered like a proper submissive this time. “You are Master Eric.”

“Yet I haven’t heard a sir, since you asked, ‘Is that fur?’ and a master long before that. I can only conclude that refusing to address me as I’ve requested—repeatedly—is deliberate defiance.”

“Oh no!It isn’t intentional, I swear.” She tried to control the quiver in her voice, apprehension and need racing through her in the face of his dominance.

“Yet I’m sir, one moment, nothing the next, with a few masters scattered around. Are you distracted? Perhaps daydreaming again like in class?”

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