Page 54 of Master My Love

“What if I can’t wait?” she squeaked, thinking he asked the impossible.

“You get spanked, of course. Then we begin again.”

That didn’t sound bad to her. Was that supposed to be a punishment? He seemed to read her thoughts.

“If you come again,” he advised, “the next punishment will be more severe. Remember Tara’s rating system? A newbie might start out at a two with Bonnie Bleu, but a naughty sub who comes without permission will fall into the rubber paddle range, so be good.”

“I’ll try, master.”

Suddenly, her world spun on its axis as Eric gripped her hips and flipped her onto her front. His hand came down in a stinging slap on her right cheek. The jolt it sent through her was shocking in two ways; surprising since it came out of nowhere and electrifying, sending a current of excitement coursing through her body, making the hairs on her arms and neck stand on end.

Val twisted, peeking through her bound, upstretched arms in question more than protest.

“That was an order, Valerie, not a request,” he warned in a voice so deep and commanding it made her ovaries ache. Then he raised his hand, his index finger extended, and rotated it in a slow circle.

When she hesitated, his eyes flashed; whether in surprise that she might challenge him or in eager anticipation that she would, she couldn’t be sure, but she obeyed and lay facedown again.

“Aw, your beautiful round ass is uneven,” he crooned, as his hands roamed over her warm, tingly skin. “We can’t have that. Let’s see what I can do to fix it.”

He delivered a sizzling swat to her left cheek.

“Hmm, close,” he observed, “but we’re not quite there yet.”

Again, and again, Eric’s hand landed, each spank igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second, not only on the outside but within. Her moans filled the room. Wanting and needing more, she arched her back, lifting her bottom to meet each delicious strike. The sting and heat and pleasure merged into one, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The spanking stopped abruptly, and in one swift movement, Eric flipped her once more. Desire burned in his eyes when he gazed down at her. “Remember, sweet subbie. You will wait to come until your master gives you permission.”

His mouth swooped down and claimed hers—hard, hot, and thorough, robbing her of speech and lucid thought—before he moved down the bed and positioned himself between her legs. As his hands glided over her, from her calves to the bend of her knees to her thighs, her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness at having him inside her for the first time.

Val’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers brushed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, pushing them wider. Instead of sighing in satisfaction at the first plunge, she yelped in surprise when he pushed her knees to her chest. Feeling confused, she glanced up at her dom, having to look between her feet to do so.

He met her gaze with a wicked grin.“We’ll get to fucking in due course. But first, I gotta have a tiny taste.”

She was about to ask, no, to plead for him not to. She wanted his mouth on her there, but she’d never be able to endure it. But the words evaporated on her tongue as he parted her with his thumbs and, with the flat of his tongue, stroked slow and hot, from her weeping center to her aching clit. Eric’s taste quickly surpassed tiny and turned into a whole, voracious four-course meal as he lapped and nibbled and sucked. He also dove down and speared his tongue inside her. And for dessert, lifted her warm and tingling bottom off the bed and in a long torturous glide licked from the rear hole to the center and back to her clit.

Her legs trembled, she broke into a sweat, and her palms grew damp. With her nails biting into her flesh, she had to hope the latter was with sweat, too. Val was teetering on the edge of orgasm and disobedience when Eric rose above her. The intensity of his eyes matched the fire raging within her. She got her first glimpse of his cock—thick and overflowing his hand—as he aligned himself with her center.

“My girl likes her ass spanked and her pussy eaten,” he said, with a sexy rasp in his voice, stating what was blatantly obvious from all the noise had made. “Such a good little subbie for doing what you were told. But the waiting is over,” he vowed, leaning into her and filling her completely in one steady thrust.

Eric’s teasing had pushed her to new heights. Now, the combination of being stretched, the pulsing of her clit, and the lingering sting of the spanking sent Val spiraling toward orgasm.

“I can’t wait, master,” she gasped.

“That’s good,” he replied, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Because you don’t have to.”

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.

“So damn beautiful,” he growled, his thumb still strumming her clit as he began gliding in and out. “Come for me,” he urged, moving faster and harder. “I want to feel your pussy clamp down hard on my cock when you surrender to me.”

He did not have to ask twice. She let go of the iron-fisted control she had on her body, muscles tensing then convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was a release unlike anything she’d ever had and left her breathless.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Val lay there, her body trembling, her mind filled with a newfound sense of freedom. Above her and within her, Eric still moved, his handsome face strained, his beautiful athlete’s body rippling with each movement. She could have watched him all night, but he threw his head back, corded throat exposed, and groaned through a release so deep it must have sprouted from his toes.

He froze above her for several moments, eyes closed, body jerking with little aftershocks, then he dropped forward, his chest to hers, his mouth finding her throat. One arm reached above them, and with a single hand, he released her from her restraints.

She didn’t wait for permission before wrapping her arms around him.

“You were magnificent,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “And this is only the beginning.”

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