Page 39 of The Master

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.” Her voice was breathless.

“You haven’t been on the best behavior today.”

She shivered. “No, Mr. Lexington.”

“You need to be punished for being bad.”

She nodded, lips pressed together as if she didn’t trust herself to speak.

“Come here.”

It didn’t take me long to have her in position, stomach down across my lap, her ass in the air, that gorgeous hair of hers hanging around her face. I smoothed my hand over one ass cheek, then the other, before dipping my hand between her legs to find the cotton already damp. Her breath caught as I pressed my fingers against her through her panties, but she didn’t protest.

“Ten swats seems appropriate,” I said as I removed my hand. “Don’t forget to thank me for each one, or we’ll have to start all over again.”

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

I alternated cheeks, each blow harder than the last, but she made it to six before she forgot what she was supposed to say. I made a disappointed sound. “You really should have been more careful. Now I have to begin again.” I pressed a kiss to one pink cheek and then began atone.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.”

Her skin turned a brilliant shade of red, heating my palm with each contact, but she didn’t use her safe word. She yelped and whimpered as we got closer to ten, but she didn’t forget this time, thanking me for each stinging slap. By the time my hand landed the final time, she was shaking and gasping, her body trying to process so many feelings at once.

I ran my hand up her spine to the base of her neck. I massaged the muscles there, quietly letting her recover enough for what I wanted next. With my free hand, I opened one of my desk drawers and found the condoms I’d tossed there after I’d brought Ashlee here the first time. We’d forgotten them the other day, but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. She needed to be able to trust me to be responsible, even in the middle of something like this.

“Up,le soleil,” I said, helping her stand.

She leaned back on the desk as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. When I rolled on the condom, she licked her lips, and I about lost my load right then and there. I held out a hand and guided her until she was kneeling on my chair, straddling my lap, her breasts in my face. I pulled down one side of her bra until I could get my mouth around one of her nipples.

“Ohh…” she moaned, her head falling back.

I worked the sensitive skin between my teeth and lips, alternating licks and sucks while I maneuvered her into place and pulled aside her panties. Hands on her hips, I held her still for a moment, then pushed her down on my cock, my hips driving up to meet her partway. She keened as we joined together, a long, loud sound that tugged at a primal part of me. I didn’t want anyone else to ever see her like this, but another part of me wanted everyone to hear her, to know how well I pleased my woman.

She grabbed my shoulders, balancing herself as she rode me. I kept my eyes on her face, my physical pleasure enhanced by the sight of her pushing herself toward orgasm, using my body to get herself off. As a Dom, I should have taken control of it, of her. Her pleasure was my responsibility.Itold her when she could come.

But there was something to be said for how fucking hot it was to watch her lose control like this.

I slid my hands up her ribcage, down her spine, moved my mouth back and forth between her nipples, never lingering long enough on one for her to get used to the sensation. I enjoyed the surprised little gasps she made every time I changed things up, the way she tightened around me.

“I want you to come for me,le soleil. I want you to make me come too. You can do that, can’t you?” I spoke the words against her skin.

“I can,” she whispered, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. “I can.”

“Do it.” I grabbed her ass, ground our bodies together. “Do it,le soleil.”

She nodded, and her mouth crashed into mine. I tasted the desperation on her tongue, her need for me that mirrored my need for her. We moved against each other, no finesse, no rhythm, just that pure, instinctive drive to be a part of something more. Sex didn’t have to be slow and vanilla for it to be about us finding that place where, for a few seconds, we became so intertwined that it was impossible to see where one of us began and the other ended.

Her body jerked, tightened, as she cried out. I wrapped my arms around her and drove up into her twice more, groaning as her muscles spasmed around me. I clutched her tight enough to make her gasp and came, holding her as another, smaller, orgasm rippled through her.

In a few minutes, after we cleaned up, I’d give her something else. I’d give her the key I’d had Owen pick up yesterday. If I wanted her to stay with me until this matter was resolved, she needed to be able to come and go whenever she liked. I wasn’t trying to move too fast, but this was necessary to take care of her, and I intended to do my best.

Twenty-Six

Ashlee

I wonderedhow long it would take for me to stop being sore after having sex with Nate, or if it was always going to be this way. Not that I’d stop having sex with him just because I’d feel it for hours afterward. If anything, the ache was a pleasant reminder of what it was like to be with him. Pleasure with him always had an edge to it.

“It was too much, wasn’t it?” Nate frowned as he set a plate down in front of me. “Last night at the club and then in the office earlier.”

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