“Yes, you will.” She felt the flat of his tongue on her folds, and every nerve sparked hot. She could hear him slurping up her juices with abandon.
“Feels…soooo…” She closed her eyes as the onrush of sensations overtook her. Her head spun wildly, making her marvelously muddled. When Master teethed her clit, she screamed again. He’d turned her body into an erupting volcano. As what felt like molten lava rolled through her, tremors shook her from deep inside her channel. “O–Oh, God!”
Her release had drifted to tolerable until he’d begun his oral assault on her pussy. Now, multiple orgasms fired to an unbearable state of pleasure. Again, she screamed and thrashed in her restraints.
Master ordered, “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and lost herself in the cowboy’s deep, dark orbs. There was no way she could resist such fervency and might. No mere mortal could.
He pressed on her clit with his thumb, resulting in an even hotter burn through her entire flesh. She’d never known a climax to be so crushing.
“Pain works very well on you, pet. But pleasure, when unrelenting, can be punishment, too.” With those thundering words, he continued using his tongue and fingers to make good on his promise.
Her screams became shaky sobs as he inundated her body, drowning her in steamy smothering sensations that delivered not only multiple orgasms—but exponential climaxes.
After what seemed like forever, he stopped his wicked tortures, removing his hand and mouth. He unfastened her restraints and lifted her up in his arms. Trembling, she couldn’t even reach around his neck. He’d squeezed out every ounce of energy inside her.
Though she wanted him to be inside her, to possess every part of her, she didn’t think she could take more. He walked her out of his dungeon and turned right, carrying her into a lush, tranquil bathroom. Though at any other time she would study every detail of the space, she couldn’t now. Her mind could barely focus.
Through her shaky breaths, she said, “M–Master?”
“Shh, pet. Don’t worry.” Though holding her, he somehow was able to still turn on the faucet of the deep tub in the floor. “I know you’ve suffered enough for tonight.”
“I–I can…take…”
“You did very well for your first round. Don’t be a bratty sub now.”
“Yes, Master.” She had to please him. Too much depended on her winning him over.
“Best save your strength and gusto for round two. We’ll be moving out of the introductory course and into intermediate in the morning.”
As Master lowered her into the warm water, she drifted off, wondering what he planned for her tomorrow.
* * * *
Austin finished washing Jessie’s soft body. His cock was throbbing like never before. He’d wanted to thrust his dick inside her candied pussy, but he knew she was totally spent by his treatment.
She’d fallen asleep in the bathtub, looking like a sexy water nymph. He was so tempted to kiss her lush lips, but he knew he couldn’t. Ever. One kiss and he would be a goner. Instead, he opened the drain to the tub, and urged Jessie to stand. Her eyes fluttered. He didn’t want her to come fully awake, so he lifted her softly
to a standing position. “I’m going to dry you off, pet.”
He toweled off her long silky hair first, and then wiped down her body. When she was completely dry, he wrapped her up in fresh thick towels. She was so tiny, so precious. No wonder his brothers had fallen so hard for her. Lucky bastards.
No one in his family would ever understand why he couldn’t join them in a plural marriage. Hell, he didn’t understand completely why himself, but he just knew he was wired differently. His brothers deserved happiness, and he wouldn’t stand in their way as much as it pained him. He’d always thought that leaving Wilde would be the hardest thing he would ever have to do. Now, he knew there was something much harder he had to face. Leaving Jessie Greene.
If he wasn’t careful, he could lose himself to her. He’d known it the instant he’d met her. I’ve got to tread very carefully these next seven days.
He carried her to his bed and lowered her down on the mattress.
Her eyelashes flittered. “Master…I hope…I…”
One round with Jessie, and he was already losing his will. God, help me.
“Shh. No talking. You need to rest.” And I need a drink and time to think. No way would fisting his cock tonight relieve him. Instead, it would be a waste of time. A glass of whiskey would have to suffice until his dick relaxed. That would likely take all night.
He removed the towels from Jessie and covered her with blankets. Seeing her head on his pillow did something to him that almost made him want to take her in a more traditional way of lovemaking. Almost. No matter what, he needed to stick to his original plan. The night would be more than a glass of liquor tonight. It might even be the whole bottle.
“Master?”