Master in Shining Armor (Masters Unleashed 4)

Every slap cracked loudly through the space, echoing weirdly.

“Punished?”

Smack!

“That’s right.” He grabbed a handful of her burning ass cheek, and she groaned at his rough handling. She wriggled on his lap, more turned on than repentant. He kept smacking her, landing blows all over her bottom, paying particular attention to her sit spots, which were getting really sore. Roughly, he parted her thighs and smacked her pussy with a distressingly wet thwack.

Fuck!

It burned, but felt good. She pressed her knees against the floor, arching for another smack, hoping he’d do it again, because she was pretty sure one or two more of those and she’d come.

He hauled her up by the back of the hair until she was on her hands and knees.

“You’re such a little pain slut,” he growled in her ear. “How the fuck am I supposed to punish you?” He smacked her pussy again and she moaned, which made him chuckle. “How are you so fucking perfect?”

He grabbed her waist and threw her onto the mattress. She bounced in place for a moment and then he was on her, holding her down by the throat. He fumbled between them, and he shoved his cock into her needy pussy with one savage thrust. The shock of his cock’s sudden invasion stole her breath. Fuck, he was so big—no matter how ready she was. And he was so gloriously bare. The feel of his warm, naked flesh sliding in and out of her . . .

He groaned, picking up the pace, hammering into her, hurting her. When she bleated a complaint, he jerked his cock out of her immediately.

“Don’t stop! Please, Master!” she whined. “Come back!”

He grabbed a jar of something and opened it, then slicked the clear goop over his cock, then used a slick finger to prod at her ass.

“Nooo,” she complained.

“No? That’s it? No safeword either. Not very convincing.”

She whined as the finger invaded her anyway loosening her up again, then adding more lube. The slick pressure of two fingers invaded her, and she shook her head in fearful anticipation.

“Not today, okay? Maybe after the . . . summer solstice or something?”

“What the fuck are you babbling about?” he muttered, sounding amused.

“No anal before Labor Day?” She whimpered. “Isn’t there a rule?”

She moaned as he did something with his fingers that made her breath catch with pleasure. Her eyes rolled and she sobbed as her hyperaroused body responded. Damn him and the fact that he knew what he was doing.

“Are you telling me to stop?”

She spread her legs wider and clawed at his shoulders, trying to get him closer.

“That’s what I thought,” he said tightly. “I’ll go slow, sunshine. Just breathe and remember it’ll feel better when you get used to it, okay?” He pulled his fingers out of her and put the head of his cock against her asshole. There was no way this would ever work.

“Noo, noo,” she mewled.

“Shh. You can do this for me, can’t you? If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

Adrenaline sang through her. Every inch of her body felt alive.

“Do it,” she said, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut.

He shifted downward and put his mouth on her clit, patiently teasing at it with his tongue, nipping it between gentle lips. She needed to come so bad that her lower belly was cramping, but he kept his teasing light. Damn it. She knew exactly what he was waiting for, but didn’t want to do it. Within a couple of minutes she was too stupidly horny to care about her pride.

“Please, Master!”

“Please, what?”

“Let me come!”