Returning to Her Master

“You beg beautifully, darlin’, just like I remember. Is this what you need?”

He landed a hard smack on her right cheek, raising instant, pulsing heat and she felt his cock harden even more. “Yes!” She could no more stifle her cry than she could prevent from lifting for the next swat and almost weeping with the pleasure sweeping her senses from the stimulating pain. His swats sped up, became harder, until he had covered her butt several times. Pausing only long enough to shove her shorts down further, he then aimed for her thighs, raising a throbbing burn along the tops before returning to her buttocks.

“I don’t like ultimatums,” Marc said, his hand smacking her again, the heat of her flesh reminding him of the warmth of her pussy when she clamped around him. “But I like less the worry I’ll have to live with each night if you’re here alone.” He spanked her twice right in the middle of her ass before dipping between her legs and running his fingers over her drenched, swollen folds.

“Sir,” she groaned, and even though he suspected the title slipped out without thought as she arched into his hand, it gave him a moment of unguarded satisfaction.

“I don’t think so.” Though tempted to give her an orgasm, pleasing her would not suit his purposes right now. Lifting her up, he stood and undid his jeans. With a sigh of relief, he freed his aching cock into his hand, those bright blue eyes filling with awe and unfulfilled desire nearly his undoing.

He managed to hold back by sheer willpower. “On your knees.” She once again surprised him with her immediate obedience, sinking to her knees in front of him. “Put your hands behind your back and use only your mouth on me.”

Cassie had never seen anything as erotic as Marc slowly stroking his hard cock, the small drops seeping from the slit in his bulbous head a sure sign of his pleasure. Her buttocks throbbed hot and swollen, as did her pussy, and she desperately wanted a climax, but not as much as she wanted him, so she did as instructed.

Bending her head, she closed her eyes, savoring his taste as she wrapped her lips around his girth and took him deep. With her arms behind her, the position was awkward and a struggle to hold, but it didn’t keep her from stroking him with her tongue, tracing every ridge before swiping over the smooth crown and tasting his pre-come. When he took control by clasping her head, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard. His low groan of pleasure encouraged her, his hands guiding her head helped steady her in the awkward position, enabling her to concentrate solely on pleasing him.

Marc thought she made a beautiful sight with her shorts still down around her knees, her ass bare and red, and her mouth filled with his cock. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust into her once, twice, three more times before exploding, his release shooting down her throat as a storm of sensations erupted from his balls and left him panting.

She released him with a pop, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a pleased smile. “Did I pass your test?”

He didn’t like her smug look, or the little twist her impish grin gave his heart. It wouldn’t do to let her

know yet how well she did pass. Until he got a handle on her, this stalker, and his own roiling emotions, he wouldn’t think of their reunion as anything more than friends rekindling an affair for a brief time, an affair that would be on his terms. “Let’s pack a few of your things and get going.”

Her face fell as he helped her up and pulled up her shorts. “I can’t leave yet. I still have baking to do tonight. It’ll take me about two more hours. I can meet you there when I’m done.”

“No, I’ll wait for you.” He wasn’t sure how much of his desire not to let her out of his sight came from the need to keep her safe or just to keep her close for his own selfish purposes. Either way, he was staying until she was ready.

Chapter Five

Cassie had never enjoyed her job more than she did over the next two hours. She thought putting Marc to work would speed things up, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. His sweet tooth took precedence over everything else and she spent more time trying to keep his hand from reaching his mouth with one of her concoctions and laughing than she did baking. At last, the final batch of cream puffs went into the refrigerator and the donuts into the display case for the early morning customers. She finished her two custom-ordered cakes, and all that remained was the cleanup, something that took longer since in her struggles to keep Marc from eating all her hard work, they had both made a mess of her kitchen.

“Put that back.” Swatting his hand, she tried to keep him from reaching for another brownie, but he snatched his hand back without letting go of the chocolate treat. Instead, he gave her an unrepentant grin, licking the gooey fudge from his fingers.

“I need to set a few ground rules before we reach the lodge; the first and most important being I’m in charge.”

She returned his smug look with a narrowed eye glare. She wanted him in charge when it came to sex, liked his control and the thrill it gave her, the extra pleasure she got from not having to think or worry over what he wanted or if she pleased him. But aside from sex, it wouldn’t do to let him run roughshod over her. “During sex, you’re the boss, I get that, want that.” Not wanting to push him when she was so close to getting what she came here for, she left it at that.

“Then we’re clear. Are we done? I’m hungry and I’ll bet the diner has a huge steak with my name on it.”

She gaped at him in surprise. “How on earth can you be hungry?”

“Sex, darlin’. I’m always starving after a good orgasm.”

“I wouldn’t know,” she mumbled, thinking of her own needs and how he denied them.

“Ah, poor baby. Feeling neglected?”

She leveled another glare at him, which only made him smile wider. “I shouldn’t have let you have any goodies. You didn’t deserve them. Now, help me clean up if you want your steak some time before midnight.” As he wrapped his arms around her, she leaned into him for his thorough kiss.

“Oh, I definitely want my steak before then. I’m not through with you tonight and I’ll need the protein.” With a swat to her ass she felt through her clothes, he added, “Come on. We’ll get this place cleaned up in no time.”

Forty-five minutes later the kitchen sparkled, Cassie had packed enough clothes and toiletries for a few days, washed up, and now sat in the small family-owned diner down the street from her bakery. Her first time in the fifties-era café, she enjoyed the Elvis Presley oldie, ‘Jailhouse Rock’ reverberating from the jukebox, the homey, classic red and white checked tablecloths and scenic black and white pictures of Bear Creek. The tantalizing aroma of grilled burgers and steaks had her stomach growling, reminding her she missed lunch today.

After ordering the chicken fried steak special, she glanced across their small table at Marc, her mouth going dry at the sizzling look in his eyes, a look that stirred a different hunger in her and had her eager to get going. The past two weeks without seeing him followed by their heated encounter in her kitchen left her frustrated in more ways than one.

“Tell me about your lodge,” she said, yearning to learn more about what he had been doing since they last saw each other. The more she knew about him, the easier it would be to learn where she stood with him.

“It’s similar to any other mountain vacation lodge. We have fifteen separate cabins we rent out year round and offer different activities depending on the season.”