Page 56 of Master My Love

“That didn’t come out the way I intended,” she said, her voice laced with regret. Despite the frigid air coming from the vent overhead, she felt a reassuring warmth from his furnace-hot body pressed against hers. “I meant, no one has made my heart race, my skin flush, or put my thoughts in a jumble, like you do, Eric, ever.” Feeling emboldened, her hand came up to his stubbled jaw, and she affirmed in a clear, steady voice. “You are very much worth the wait.”

Somewhat appeased, he curled his hand around her neck and hauled her face up to his, greedily taking another passion-inspired kiss. He broke away too soon, resting his head against her forehead.

“Don’t let the downy-soft pillows and satin sheets fool you, sweet subbie. You’re still in my dungeon, so it’s Master Eric to you.”

“Sorry, Master Eric,” she replied, breathless from his kisses. “One of these days, I’ll get it right. I promise. “

“Mm,” he hummed. “I’d tie you to the bed and make today that day, if I had time. But regrettably, that lesson will have to wait. I have to go, which means you do as well.”

“Can’t I stay and wait for you? I’ll keep out of the way and quietly watch everyone else, or I could go to the lounge.”

“I don’t want you in the club if I’m not here to keep an eye on you.”

Lifting her from his lap, he set her on her feet. When he handed her the slinky dress, she pulled it over her head then searched for the rest. He had dressed already and stood at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently while she sifted through the linens heaped on the floor.

“What are you looking for?”

“My panties.”

Bending, he pulled a minuscule scrap of pink lace from under the bed and held them up. “You mean this bit of nothing? They’re torn.”

He balled them up and made an impressively accurate shot into the small wastebasket beside the armoire on the far side of the room. Then he looped a long arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He dipped his head and ran his lips along the bend of her neck, which seemed to have a magnetic pull he couldn’t resist. One she didn’t mind in the least.

“New dungeon rule for you,” he announced as he kissed his way up to her ear. There he breathed, “No panties. They only get in my way.”

“But I can’t—”

“No arguments. I don’t have time to spank you right now.”

Gape mouthed, she stared at him in disbelief at his arrogance. The glimmer in his blue gaze gave his teasing mood away. Although she didn’t doubt for a minute that he’d follow through if she persisted.

With his lips hovering over hers, he prompted, “When your dom says no panties, little subbie, you say...”

“Yes, master.”

“Excellent, you’re catching on.”

His mouth covered hers, his demanding tongue sending shivers of desire racing through her. She was breathless and shaking when he set her away.

“Now, I’ve really got to go. You can sleep here tonight, since it’s late, but from the sound of things, I probably won’t be back until morning.”

She glanced around at the theme room. “Sleep here?”

“No, I have a private apartment upstairs.”

“Oh.” She shook her head, trying not to look as bereft as she felt at his leaving. “I’ll stay and freshen up before heading home. After rearranging my office hours for class, I’ve got a pile of work to catch up on tomorrow, anyway.”

His hand cradled her cheek, and his thumb swept across her kiss-swollen lips. “I’m sorry about this, Val. I wanted to make our first night together special. Look at the bright side; you get a reprieve from the demonstration.”

“Since it’s not happening, will you tell me what you had planned?”

“There isn’t time to explain. Besides, you’ll get to experience it, eventually.”

She ran her hands up his chest, relishing the feel of soft linen over slabs of firm muscle, until she reached his shoulders and gave a tug. He obliged, bending so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. When he stood, her feet left the ground, and she giggled into his mouth. Rather than dangle a foot off the floor, she encircled his hips with her legs, enveloping him in a full-body hug.

A resounding smack landed on her bare ass where her short dress had ridden up. “You are pure temptation, woman.”

Although he complained, his hands cupped and squeezed both cheeks, fingers migrating to her slit, still swollen and hot from their play. After a few strokes that had her squirming, he set her on her feet with afrustrated growl. “No more. Come on.”

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