Page 53 of The Master

When his hands cupped my breasts, I pushed my ass back against his groin, and he groaned. We were both dressed, but two layers of thin cotton wasn’t even close to enough to keep me from feeling the hard length of him pressing against me.

“I want to touch you,le soleil,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to make you feel good. May I do that?”

“Yes, please.”

The last syllable rose as he pinched both of my nipples, and he laughed again, that same smoky sound that slipped over my skin like warm water. Damn, I loved it when he laughed. I loved it that I could make him laugh when so few others could. One of his hands moved away from my breast, and I made a sound of protest, reaching for his wrist.

“No,le soleil. I’m in charge.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Rough play and controlled play don’t always have to go hand-in-hand.”

I hadn’t considered that before. It was good to know, but any analysis or questions would have to wait because his fingers were now making their way under the waist of my pajama bottoms.

“Tsk, tsk. You’re not wearing anything underneath.” His teeth grazed my throat. “I bought you all sorts of pretty underwear. Why aren’t you wearing them?”

His fingers hovered just above my curls, teasing me, but not giving me what I wanted. The frustration made me petulant. “Because I didn’t want to.”

He went still, and I immediately realized what I’d done. Shit.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

The hand still under my shirt moved quickly. I’d barely registered the release of my breast when his fingers were on my throat. He wasn’t squeezing, but those long, strong fingers left no doubt that he could truly hurt me if he wanted to. A thrill of excitement raced along my nerves, and my heart began to pound. I’d never known danger could be such a turn-on.

“I’m going to repeat my question,le soleil, and I want you to think very carefully about how you answer.” Danger edged each word. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

His fingers flexed, restricting the slightest bit of airflow. Nothing more than I would’ve noticed if I’d sneezed a couple times in a row, but because I knew my breathing was under his control, it was nothing at all like sneezing.

“Why aren’t you wearing any of the panties I bought you?”

“Because I don’t usually wear any at night, and I wasn’t thinking when I changed for bed.”

“You don’t wear underwear when you sleep at home?”

“No, Mr. Lexington. Just pajamas.” For some insane reason, I added to that statement. “Unless it’s really hot, and then I don’t wear anything.”

His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off air for two beats of my heart, and then he relaxed his hand. “You sleep naked when it’s too hot.”

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

He made a sound I could only describe as a growl. “After I make you come, you’re going to strip these clothes off so I can feel every inch of your skin when we go back to bed.”

I nodded, feeling the tension radiating up his arm. He wanted to squeeze my throat again…and I wanted to let him.

The hand still in my pants dropped lower, his fingers rough as they searched for my clit. I gasped when they rubbed against the sensitive nub, then cried out as he rapidly rubbed back and forth, the pressure almost too much, the friction burning even as pleasure coursed through me. This was no gentle coaxing. He was showing his mastery over my body, his control, and his will. He would decide how and when I came, and unless I stopped it, he would decide how I got there.

I was panting now, my nails digging into the back of his neck, my body writhing. I didn’t know if I wanted to get away from his probing fingers or beg him to never stop. Then his hand tightened around my neck until spots danced at the edge of my vision. Just when I thought I’d pass out, his fingers smacked my clit with one sharp blow, and I came. With no air, I couldn’t scream, but I still tried, my body shuddering as it struggled to process an overload of sensations.

I didn’t know when Nate had moved again, only that when I became aware of myself once more, his arms were around me, holding me up, my back to his front. My entire body felt limp, as if my bones had all been replaced by noodles…or something less gross but equally bendy.

“You broke my brain.”

Nate laughed, turning me until I could look up at him. “What was that?”

I glared at him. “It’s not funny. My brain is broken. I can’t think the right words.”

“That’s my cue to get you into the shower and then back into bed.”

I managed to get my feet under me again. “Not yet.”

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