To Have and to Master (Masters Unleashed 3)

“I don’t know why you’d want to. I’m still not convinced you would fit, and it sounds unpleasant.”

His expression turned wicked. “I want to because I can, and because you secretly want me to.”

She opened her mouth to call him a liar, but then remembered fantasizing about it when he whispered naughty things in her ear on the plane.

“And I can make it fit.” His chuckle was too near, and she shivered, feeling the sound’s vibrations on her skin. “Maybe I should take your ass and leave your pussy for when we’re married.”

She bit his earlobe, then kissed a path down his neck, wondering if it would do to him what it did to her. “Please fuck me, Master,” she wheedled. When she wriggled deliberately against the bulge in his jeans, he grabbed her thighs and rubbed against her tender parts with the rough fabric between them. “Let me unzip your pants?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“You’re not going to like it.”

A gang of rogue butterflies found their way into her belly, but she told them to mind their business. She wanted him so bad that she didn’t care if it was fun or not. Being frustrated for so long wasn’t fun at all, so she was willing to take that risk.

Konstantin picked her up and carried her to the bed. It was odd having someone manhandle her all the time. He made her enjoy it.

“Before I try to get my cock into you, I’m going to use my fingers first. I have the feeling I might sprain myself otherwise.”

“Fingers? That doesn’t sound very romantic.”

He didn’t answer, just sat on the bed and settled her back on his lap. “You fit on my lap far too well. Maybe I should make a rule that whenever we’re together, you need to sit on me.”

Varushka was distracted by the sexy curve of his lips. She stole a kiss, but before she could stop, he held her still and kissed her until she was gasping.

“You’re going to waste your time kissing?”

“Kissing is never a waste of time, slave. You’re in too much of a hurry.”

His hardness still pressed at her through his jeans. How could the man be so patient? He was maddening!

“Please, Master?” She flicked at his lips with her tongue, and even nipped his bottom lip.

He grunted at the pain, and his grip on her body tightened. The bites he left as his mouth worked from her neck to her breasts felt far more exciting than kisses there would have been.

Bowing her back over his lap and holding her there gave him access to her entire body. His hands explored her, smoothing down her waist, tracing the bone of her hip, even tickling her armpits. He cupped her breasts and hummed with appreciation. Fingers tugged her nipples roughly into points, and she squealed and writhed, but did not ask him to stop. She didn’t want him to.

“What’s the matter with my poor girl?” he asked, his narrowed eyes and the sadistic twist of his mouth making her thoughts stammer before she could come up with a response.

She parted her knees and hoped he would take the hint, but was too afraid to ask. If she could entice him to do it without actually asking him, maybe her chances would be better.

“You’re looking at me with those hopeful eyes, and spreading your legs for me.

What do you want me to do?” The bastard was smirking at her, knowing damn well what she wanted.

She whined, too afraid to say the wrong thing and make him stop.

“Down here?” He quirked a brow at her and let his fingers trail down her belly until he played with the small patch of hair between her legs.

Varushka planted her feet on the bed and arched her hips up at him. He moved his hand away, leaving soft teasing touches here and there. Once he went so far as to slide a finger through her dampness.

“Well that explains why my jeans are soaked.”

She gazed up at him miserably, and he chuckled.

“Okay, okay.” The lazy look in his eye was one she was starting to associate with him being aroused, but the stiffness of his dick had told her that ages ago. He laid her back on the bed. “Will you stay where I put you, or will I have to tie you down?”