Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

“I think you’re ready now, but it’s still going to be uncomfortable. Do you remember your safeword?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied miserably.

“Do you want to use your safeword now? I won’t be upset.” He sounded sincere, but the truth was, she was more than a little curious. The first time he’d touched her there, it had blown her mind. She might have developed a fixation with the idea. She just hated having to admit it.

“No. You can . . . try if you want to.” There. That made it about him. “But if it hurts too much?”

“You’ll tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.”

Banner stroked her skin as though he were comforting a skittish animal. The tip of his well-lubed dick slid back and forth over her ass, and then he pressed the tip inward with firm but gentle intention. The burning stretch of it felt impossible, but she couldn’t escape him.

“No, Master. I don’t like it.” She whined, and he stilled.

“Wombat?”

Was she giving up? Apparently, this could be amazing. “No, Master.”

“Shh. Relax your body, sweet girl. It’ll be better when I’m all the way in. Try to focus on letting me in, okay?”

She doubted that was true, but she’d gotten this far, so she wasn’t going to give up now. Inch by inch he fought his way in, adding lube and starting again when necessary. Finally, she felt his thighs touch the back of hers.

Banner arched protectively around her, holding her to him. She sniffled, sobbed, felt like her body was being invaded.

“I know, that wasn’t very fun, was it? But you were such a good girl for me.” He groaned in her ear, and it made her shiver. His cock twitched in her ass, and it felt a hundred times bigger than it already was.

“Not fun at all.” She was too afraid to move.

A hand slid between her thigh and the bed, seeking out her clit. Still sensitive from being kept so close to orgasm, she moaned and squirmed despite herself. Banner withdrew a tiny bit, then pressed back in, circling her hardened nub with cruel and persistent fingers. He’d made her move, damn him, and soon the fullness and burning soreness was stoking the banked fire in her belly.

It seemed impossible, but slowly his huge cock fucked her ass, claiming the last bit of her as his own. Aching, she writhed and babbled beneath him. He toyed with her clit, his touch gentle and teasing, a horrible counterpoint to the unbearably hard cock inside her. Pressure built in her pussy and bottom until she was a throbbing mass of sensation. Ache and ecstasy distracted each other—blended until her body clamped down on his cock. The orgasm rushed her, intense and stupefying. Her own hoarse screams deafened her.

“Fuck!” Banner’s voice was thick and pained. He panted, sounding as though he was trying to control himself.

Sore as she was, she squeezed his cock, trying to slow him down, but accidentally triggering her second orgasm. The movement of his hips became uncoordinated and with a desperate yowl, he came, his dick pulsing inside her and his fingers digging painfully into her clit.

Her third orgasm caught her by surprise. Unlike the others, this one was a total bitch and made everything throb painfully.

By the time she was coherent enough to realize that Banner had collapsed on top of her, she also heard applause coming from down the hall. She buried her face in the now sweaty bedding, feeling a stinging blush creep up her chest.

“Don’t worry. It’s tradition, little slave.” He peeled her hair away where it was stuck and kissed the back of her neck.

Her heart fluttered. How could he sound romantic when his cock was still buried in her ass? “Tomorrow when we see them, no one will mention hearing anything.”

Slowly, gently, he slid out of her, giving her body time to adjust to his withdrawal. He groaned.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” She looked back at him, and he was grinning at her.

“That . . . that blew my mind. Are you okay?” He stroked her ass, examined her, then patted her as if he approved of something.

“I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I feel like my new Dom should buy me a pony or something, although I have no desire to sit on anything ever again.”

“You’re not bleeding or anything, so you’re good to go again anytime.” Banner went into the attached bathroom and washed his hands and did whatever else guys did postsex.

She rolled onto her side, whining as all of her muscles protested. Her ass ached, and her clit felt as though he’d sanded it off. Good to go again anytime? No fucking way.