To Have and to Master (Masters Unleashed 3)

“I couldn’t do it, Sir. Traveling bare like that was too vulgar.” She blushed prettily. God, she made him crazy. “But I did wear the smallest ones.”

“Pull down the front of them and let me see you.” He let his gaze grow as hard as his cock.

Mouth quivering, she obeyed. He held his breath as she pulled down the scrap of pink fabric to expose the small tuft of red hair and the hint of her sex mostly hi

dden between her legs. His pulse thundered in his ears.

Maybe she wasn’t confident and full of sex appeal like some women he could have had, but he’d never wanted a woman more in his life. Not putting her to her hands and knees on the stairs and shoving his iron-hard dick into her sweet little body was taking a herculean effort.

Too shy to look at him, she stood, eyes downcast, shivering despite the warmth of the house.

“There’s a big wet spot in your panties, naughty girl. What has you all hot and bothered?” He stood there and looked her over, pretending he was content to look all day and not touch.

She moaned with embarrassment and shifted, but from the smell of her, being ordered to expose herself to him was doing exactly what he would have hoped. The only problem was he was making it worse for himself too.

“It’s not my fault, Sir. You were being very mean to me on the plane.” The quaver in her voice was almost enough to break his control. There were O-rings and sturdy furniture all over the damn house, and the fact that he was going to use as much of it and of her as she could handle over the next few days was making him crazy and impatient.

He moved closer and rested his palm on her belly as though he was going to slide his fingers down and check her wetness for himself. She waited for it, panting, and when it didn’t happen, she whined.

“You love it when I’m mean to you.” He made his voice low and menacing, and her belly twitched under his hand.

“Oh god. Yes, Sir.”

His response was half groan, half chuckle.

“Let go of your panties.”

She did as he asked and they snapped back into place. Then his hand did sneak downward, but instead of easing her, he bunched the fabric of her panties into a narrow strip and pulled until it insinuated itself between her pussy lips. He tugged gently upward until the wet fabric nestled against her clit. When he let go they stayed mostly in place. She gasped and wriggled in place, trying to dislodge them.

“Kneel.”

She knelt quickly and gave a low moan. “Sir, my panties . . . It hurts.”

“How much?”

“Almost enough.” She sobbed a laugh.

“Fine. But if you take them off, you need to make yourself come for me.”

She shook her head, apparently not that desperate.

“You wouldn’t have that problem if you’d obeyed me, would you, bad girl?”

“No, Sir.”

“Crawl.” He grabbed a handful of her red hair and brought her into the living room, then the kitchen, letting her kneel in each place to look around for a moment. “While you are in this house, you will be naked. You will kneel on the floor when I’m in the room and you won’t use the furniture without permission. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you sleep in my bed—otherwise you’ll sleep on the floor at the foot of it.”

She frowned in confusion. “Are the rules because you’re mad at me?”

He smiled slowly. “No, Varushka. The rules are because I like them.”

To his surprise, she nodded obediently.

“When you kneel, you spread your legs and show me what’s mine.” He nudged her knees apart with the toe of his shoe, and she rocked her hips against the pressure from her panties. He placed her hands palms up on her thighs. “Like this. Stay.”

He grabbed their bags and went up to the bedroom, then changed into board shorts. Peeling his T-shirt off felt good, but his dick still ached.

Back in the living room, Varushka was kneeling where he’d put her, gazing out the window at the beach.