His To Master and Own (Miami Masters 5)

“Oh, I didn’t—I mean, I never thought of it that way.”

THERE WENT that warm kick to her pulse again, Alessa mused as Sean’s reasoning sank in. He’d only been looking out for her? No one had ever put her first, and the pleasure of his selfless attention washed over her. Then he loosened his slacks and lowered the zipper until his cock sprang forward and her pleasure took a whole different turn. The promise of his cock, along with the look in those pewter eyes, what he could do for her constant ache, where he could take her, possibly where she’d never been before, overrode the last of her insecurities and worries over risking her heart.

“You can finish thinking about that later.” He returned her hand to his erection, this time wrapping her fingers around the bare rigid width of his cock.

Hard. Hot. His steely flesh seared her palm, the gold bar piercing his crown cool compared to the warmth of his skin. Alessa could feel his blood pumping through the thick veins when she squeezed his thick girth. He reached over, cupped her nape and pulled her head to his lap. She needed no further encouragement to open her mouth and take him in. A low groan rose in her throat at the earthy taste of his flesh, the sheer bliss of touching him for the first time. She laved over the smooth crown, tugged on the piercing with her teeth, and savored the drip of pre-come before spreading it under the rim to tease the sensitive tissues in that small area. Sean tightened his hand on her nape, the tug on her hair sending a lightning bolt of heat straight down to her core.

Alessa pulled back, moving her hand up and down his shaft as she licked over the mushroom cap before sliding her palm down far enough to fill her mouth with half his length. Alternating between sucking and licking, she left no part of his flesh unexplored, the contentment of pleasuring him unlike anything she’d experienced with other men.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Sean swore, pulling her mouth off him. “Out of the car. Now.”

His urgency was contagious, matching the fire pulsing against her clit. Alessa flung open the door to find him there to haul her out.

“You want me? Then we’re doing this here, now.” Spinning her around, he pushed between her shoulders until she lay over the still warm hood of his car. With one hand, he drew her arms behind her and held both wrists in his tight grip and, with the other, flung up her skirt and yanked her panties down. “Christ, I love your ass.” A tight squeeze of one cheek followed by a hard, blistering swat that drew her startled cry, the burn erasing the goosebumps raised by the exposure to cooler air but not preventing her from lifting for more. “And I love it when you do that, the way your body begs without you having to say a word.”

He delivered three more fast spanks, the instant, painful heat morphing into the sweetest pulsing arousal in her sheath. The plunge of three fingers inside her pussy brought her up on her toes with another cry, his next words skyrocketing her lust.

“Hot, wet and ready for me. I fucking love that. You’re on the pill, right?”

“Yes, I’m safe,” she breathed before holding her breath as he worked his rigid cock inside her. His width stretched her, his length filling her with a pinch of discomfort that gave way to pleasure when he set up a steady pace destined to drive her to the brink within moments. Alessa felt the smooth bar of his piercing brushing against the sensitive tissues lining her inner muscles, the press of the rounded corner against her swollen clit. “Oh, God, Sean, Master, more, please.”

Sean leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “Did servicing me in the car excite you, sweetheart? Is that why you’re so ready, so needy this quick?” Pulling out, he paused with only his crown nestled inside her pussy, waiting for her answer.

“Yes, okay? Now, please, move.” Desperation dripped from her voice and Alessa cringed at the need coursing through her quivering body. It seemed like she’d been waiting forever for Master Sean to take her and now the moment was upon her, she didn’t want slow and easy, or even considerate. She yearned for a taste of his hard, demanding possession, to feel him fucking her deep and fast.

“Remember, you asked for it,” he ground out before shifting back.

As he snaked his free arm under her hips to lift and hold them tight and steady for his invading, pummeling strokes, Alessa could do nothing but lie there and take his assault. And she loved every womb-jarring, jackhammer thrust that pressed her against the car. The way Master Sean exerted his power over her with the tight hold of her wrists and hips added to the consuming build-up of ecstasy sweeping her senses. She forgot they were in the garage with the door wide open, and that she’d decided to take a step back from him before she ended up hurt. Nothing mattered but the pounding strokes of his cock, the extra sensation she reaped from a man’s bare, rigid flesh rubbing against the slick walls of her vagina.

“Yes!” she whispered as his hips smacked against hers with the force of his fucking. Her little mewls of pleasure echoed in the garage along with his heavy pants. Small contractions heralding her climax rippled around his invading cock as a fine sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin. Her nipples beaded into aching pinpoints beneath her, regardless of their compressed state against the hard metal hood.

“Now,” Sean commanded.

Just hearing the guttural rasp of lust his voice conveyed set her off like a firecracker. Lights exploded behind her closed eyelids as pleasure careened up from her pussy to fog her brain with never-ending pulsations of mindless ecstasy. She didn’t know how long she lay there, heaving, while the tight spasms dwindled to light contractions. It took the slow removal of Sean’s cock and the loud rev of a car motor speeding by the open garage to rouse her out of the pleasure-induced stupor.

“They must have seen us,” Alessa huffed, her face heating when Sean helped her up and she flicked a glance toward the alley drive.

Sean shrugged, adjusting his pants. “So? That’s a private drive. If we offended their sensibilities, they shouldn’t have trespassed.”

His air of nonchalance backed by his admission he didn’t care who saw them affected her with as much potency as an aphrodisiac. And that was after he’d driven her to a new height of pleasure she’d never reached before.

His sexy mouth curled at the corners when he gazed down at her. “You’ll stay here tonight.”

“Okay,” she replied without having to think about it. If he wasn’t done with her, she would risk that shattered heart for more of his rough possession.

SEAN COULDN’T HELP HIMSELF. With Alessa’s warm, soft body wrapped around him and one rounded thigh draped over his hip so that his cock nestled against the velvet soft, plump folds of her labia, he couldn’t sleep for wanting more of her. He’d been a hormonal teen the last time he couldn’t set aside his sexual cravings for longer than thirty minutes. Though it didn’t sit well with him now he found himself in the same frustrating predicament, he refused to waste time bemoaning his fate. Somewhere along the way, he’d fallen for the prickly strawberry-blonde curled next to him, and his determination not to settle into a relationship that wouldn’t allow him complete control had fallen by the wayside.

Alessa didn’t want to give up control as much as she yearned for someone to care enough not to walk away. That someone would be him, he’d determined after first hearing her confess her hurt over him not fucking her then feeling her pussy spasming around his dick, drawing his release forward with milking clutches impossible to resist. At this moment, lying in his bed with her in the dark, he didn’t care to analyze what the difference was between her body and every other woman’s who had come before her. Tasting the sweet cream dampening those puffy folds and hearing her come apart again was all he desired at the moment.

Sliding down her body, he wedged his shoulders between her legs and smiled to himself when they fell open. Even in sleep, she submitted to him with natural ease. He didn’t need the light to feel his way with his fingers and mouth as he skimmed over her flesh until his lips nuzzled the seam of her pussy.

Using his thumbs, Sean spread her labia and stroked inside, relis

hing his first taste of her musky scent and slick cream. He found her swollen clit, licked the tender nub then stabbed his tongue deep inside her tightening sheath. Adding two fingers, he scissored them open, making room for his lips and teeth to join in on tormenting her. Sighs turned to moans then small cries of frustration when he brought her right to the edge of climax before backing off.

“Be patient,” he admonished with a nip on one tender fold, wishing he could see the irritation etched on her face.

“I don’t want to,” she whispered, the distinct pout in her tone earning her a sharp pinch on the opposite fold. “Ow!”

“Behave.” Without mercy, he went back to feasting on Alessa’s saturated flesh, enjoying the way she pushed against his marauding mouth instead of verbalizing her frustration when he continued to tease. He stroked over her clit, felt it harden even more while pumping his fingers deeper. When she dug her fingers into his hair and tugged, he nipped at her clit, drawing another pain-filled cry from her and eliciting another spate of juices onto his tongue. Soon he became the one in urgent need of release. With one final foray inside her to lick over contracting muscles and suckle her clit, he rose above her, drawing her legs over his shoulders as he went.

“Now,” he stated above her trembling mouth. In one, smooth glide, Sean settled inside the hot furnace of her snug pussy, her slick muscles clamping around him with another spate of cream to soak his cock. He rode her hard, her warm panting breaths tickling his neck, her soft cries music to his ears. Alessa’s climax clutched at his girth, his own release spewing inside her in a hot rush of pleasure as mind-consuming as earlier in the garage, verifying that first one hadn’t been a fluke or his imagination.

The only sound in the room was their sweat-slick bodies coming together, his only thought how to convince her he wasn’t like everyone else who had come and gone in her life.

CHAPTER 12

T he abrupt removal of the bedcovers followed by a sharp smack on her bare butt roused Alessa out of a deep sleep on Saturday. Rolling over, she reached behind her to rub the offending burn, wondering if she’d ever get used to her quick, arousing response to Sean’s high-handedness and hard palm. Squinting against the sun streaking into his bedroom from the opened shades, she glared up at his smug face.

“What did you do that for?”

“One, because I wanted to, and two, because it’s time to get ready to head to the marina, especially if we need to stop at your place first. Although,” Sean said, snatching her arm and hauling her up and against him, “I think I’ve decided all you need to wear is one of my shirts. It’ll be much easier to divest you of it once we’re out of port.”

With her breasts pressed against his wide, warm chest, his hair tickling her nipples and the rough denim of his jeans abrading the sensitive flesh of her denuded pussy lips, she found herself hard-pressed to concentrate on what he was saying. For the last two days, since leaving the hospital and returning here, to Sean’s house, they’d been indulging in a marathon of sex. At least that’s what it felt like every time she moved and the soreness of her well-used body made itself known. In between sex, he’d kept her in nothing but his shirts and dictated when to eat and rest. His insistence on her staying the night overrode the pricks of irritation that would crop up, making it easier when she realized he wasn’t ready to walk away yet.

After taking her against the tiled shower wall before she had to leave for work yesterday, Sean had followed her to the hospital and invited her to meet his father. That invitation had warmed her as much as the climaxes he’d driven her to.

“I can’t parade down the pier on a Saturday afternoon wearing nothing but your shirt.” Alessa was looking forward to the afternoon cruise with their friends. During the hospital wait then afterwards, over dinner, Sean’s friends all appeared to have accepted them as a couple even though he never hinted they were any more serious than getting to know each other better. She liked he kept her odd request to explore a lifestyle of giving up total control between just them but couldn’t help wishing he would reveal a more personal interest in her.

“No, I suppose not. I’ve gotten used to seeing you in them except when you don scrubs for work. It’d be easier all around if I kept you naked.”

His steady, grey gaze pinned her in place, but she dared not try to read any underlying meaning into his words. “Maybe for you,” she returned with a teasing grin before pulling away from him. “I need to shower before we leave.”

“I’ll join you.”

She’d hoped he would say that.

THE MIAMI TEMPERATURES in early February may have risen to the upper seventies, but out on the water, the ocean breeze coupled with the fine mist spraying up from the effortless glide of the sailing yacht cooled down the heat. Leaning against the rail, Alessa shivered as small goosebumps popped up along her bare skin, her gaze remaining on the wide blue expanse of the Atlantic when Krista joined her.

“Penny for your thoughts,” her best friend suggested with a shrewd, sideways glance.

With one hand, Alessa brushed back her blowing hair as she replied, “Wouldn’t be worth even that much.” A shrill cry echoed in the air behind them and neither needed to turn around to know the Carlson brothers had finally allowed Linda, their guest for the short cruise, to climax. “Whew! I didn’t think they’d ever give the poor girl relief.”

“Yeah, those two can be as tortuous as my Master. Speaking of whom, he and Master Sean will be up here soon.”

The steady hum of the mega boat’s chugging engine throttled down and a delicate shudder skittered along Alessa’s spine. She knew she had it bad when all it took to arouse her was the mere mention of Sean, especially while she was on the decadent, decked out yacht listening to a happily engrossed threesome in the spa. “How do you know, Krista, when it’s not the sex, but the man that’s driving you?” She’d been wrestling with that question since she stepped inside Sean’s sleek loft apartment two days ago and he demonstrated what it would be like to live twenty-four/seven with someone she’d agreed to give up control to. He’d kept her on her toes with his constant demands, but it was the underlying signs of caring that really got to her.

“Oh, you’ll know. I can’t say what you’ll feel, as everyone is different, but it’ll become clear, maybe because of a simple gesture or remark, or over something profound. I thought you came up here alone because you were uncomfortable when Master Sean ordered you to strip in front of everyone as soon as we cleared the harbor.” Shifting sideways, Krista waved a hand down her bare body. “As you can see, you’re not the only one. But I have to say, I’ve never known Master Sean to be so impatient.”

“I think his dad’s scare has him on edge,” Alessa replied even though she liked to think he was impatient for more of her. “Besides, I’m standing here conversing with you, and I’m not red-faced over our nudity.”

“That’s because we’ve seen each other naked numerous times in locker rooms at the hospital and gym. We’ve been changing clothes in front of each other for years.”

“Then you should have no problem with our next scene,” Master Dax stated from behind them.

They whirled and saw both their Masters giving them a look that meant they’d devised something kinky they were eager to initiate. Which put both Alessa and Krista on high alert.

“I didn’t hear you come up.” Alessa tried to read Master Sean’s face, to see how much he might have overheard. His bland expression gave nothing away and the heated look in his eyes when they settled on her worked to shift her mind onto other matters within seconds. Like what he had in mind when he took her hand and tugged her over to a bar pulled out from the top along the side of the outdoor kitchen enclosure, and the cuffs dangling from two separate chains.

“You were too busy gabbing. Not that we minded the lovely view of your butts as you bent over the railing.” Lifting her arms to one set of cuffs, Sean bound her wrists, saying, “I’d planned to restrain you in the fountain, but Master Dax came up with a

better idea.”

He swiveled Alessa around and she found herself facing her friend while Master Dax secured Krista’s wrists in the other hanging pair of restraints. The bar the chains were attached to wasn’t very long, which positioned them with less than an inch separating their bodies.

“Um, Sir.” Alessa yanked on the chain and, like always, her vulnerability increased the arousal Master Sean induced just from his heated appraisal and nearness. “What…” She sucked in a deep breath as he bent his dark head and drew one nipple into his mouth, his strong suckles bringing the peak to instant, puckered hardness.

“Excellent,” he commented when he released the bud with a sharp nip. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”

Before she realized his intent, Sean snapped a clamp on her nipple, the painful bite eliciting a shriek and forcing Alessa to fist her hands to keep from thrashing against the pain. Her pussy throbbed along with the tortured tip, her core dampening as the pain ebbed into a dull throb. He cast her a wicked grin then pulled the slim, short chain attached to the clamp through the loops piercing Krista’s nipples.

“Oh, you wouldn’t,” Krista gasped, flicking accusing blue eyes up to Master Dax, who stood at her side with an identical wicked grin to Sean’s.

“Oh, but we would.”

“Would what?” Sean answered Alessa’s question when he bent and sucked her other nipple into a rigid peak before attaching the clamp on the other end of the chain onto the tender tip. She knew what to expect this time, but that didn’t prevent her eyes from tearing up over another quick painful snip. But the pain slowly dulling into a pleasant pulse didn’t compare in discomfort to the close brush of her nipples against Krista’s with the smallest of movements. “Oh,” she breathed in embarrassment, her eyes taking in her friend’s mortification at the predicament their devious Masters had put them in.