All's Fair in Love and Mastery (Masters Unleashed 5)

“What do you mean?” he asked carefully.

“Well, we’re here alone for a week. Both of us know the platonic thing isn’t going to last, so I figured we should lay out the ground rules.”

“Uh—”

“Come on! You didn’t honestly assume we’d behave. Hell, earlier you were adamant we were just going to be friends, and that lasted what? A whole ten minutes?”

“I assumed the temptation would be there, like it always is, except worse.”

“And?”

“So I planned for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t bring any equipment, and I didn’t bring any condoms.”

She scowled down at the crisp white bedsheet. No condoms? She hadn’t brought any either, assuming he would bring at least some.

“Knowing us, why on earth would you do that?”

He cleared his throat, sounding embarrassed. “If I hadn’t brought condoms to the wedding it wouldn’t have been so impossible to keep it in my pants. I couldn’t handle the temptation of knowing I could have you.”

“So you weren’t planning on having sex with me at all here this week?”

He mumbled something she couldn’t make out. Then, “It was a difficult enough decision when I was alone in my apartment. Now that we’re here I have to admit I should have put them in the bag.”

She rolled on top of him, straddling his stomach and pinning his unresisting arms above his head by the wrists. “So maybe for the rest of the week I should top you.”

“And how would that help?” he asked, looking mildly amused.

“A little orgasm denial, some teasing, ruined orgasms. It would make my week a lot more fun.”

He arched a Dommy eyebrow at her. “I’ve never been interested in cock and ball torture, and I’m definitely not submitting to a Smurf.”

“Get it straight, Ellis. I’m a pixie, not a Smurf.” She let go of his wrists to sit up and punch his chest. When he only chuckled in response, she flicked his nipple.

Faster than she could react, his hand snapped out and he grabbed one of her nipples tightly between thumb and forefinger. Pain shot through her breast, zinging straight down to between her legs. She cried out, and squealed as he slowly increased the pressure. She panted and squirmed on top of him, eventually mewling for mercy.

“What? You didn’t like that game?” His bright gaze had gone almost feverish, and she couldn’t believe how fast he could flip from playful to dominant.

She clutched her breast and pouted at him. “Prick.”

“No.” He grabbed her hips and slid her down his body until her pussy was settled on the length of his hard cock. “That’s my prick.”

Pleasure at the contact, even with the two thin layers of clothing between them, made her roll her hips, masturbating herself on his dick.

He swatted her ass cheek and she groaned in frustration, rocking harder against him. “So can we go back to where you were standing in your room at home, deciding not to bring the condoms, so I can smack you?”

“It’s funny how I was just thinking the same thing. Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you when you’re making a concerted effort to be irresistible? You’ve been driving me crazy for months. It’s really not fair.”

“It’s fair considering the fact that you’ve been doing the same to me, being all aloof and grumpy. So you can’t get what you want from me—does that really mean we can’t have fun while we’re together?”

“I can’t be expected to answer that with a clear mind while you’re dry humping me,” he rasped.

“Mmm . . . but this is fun,” she said sweetly, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness, the head of his cock rubbing against her clit hood. She was going to have to stop before things went too far, but she wished she could just strip down and feel his big naked body against hers.

“Stop.”