His to Command

Kate’s anxiety diminished as soon as Matt put aside the crop, and now with the soft kiss, it drained away completely. As Matt’s lips brushed hers, his hand cupping her face, she melted against him. His arm slid around her waist and he drew her tight to his strong, muscular body. She felt safe with him. She totally trusted him. The riding crop had just triggered memories that caused her insides to churn.

Now, with his strong arms around her, and her naked breasts crushed against his solid chest, heat wafted through her, and her nipples swelled. He was big and hard and masculine. He would command her to do things. To please him. And to please her. Her insides quivered.

He drew back and smiled at her, then his face returned to the dispassionate expression of her Master and he stepped back. He sat on his armchair again.

“Come here.”

She stood in front of him and he gazed at her breasts, at his eye level. He continued staring. She felt the tingle of desire as they tightened and protruded straight out. He lifted his hands and stroked the sides of her breasts, then cupped them. Her nipples pushed into his palms and her insides coiled with need.

“You have lovely breasts.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His thumbs stroked her nipples, sending sparks flittering through her. Then he took one nipple in his mouth and licked.

“Oh, Mr. Pearce. That feels so good.”

He cupped her ass and drew her closer, then sucked hard. She gasped at the sharp, delightful sensation. He shifted to the other nipple and sucked it lightly. Too soon he released it, then eased her back a half step and gazed up at her.

“Now touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

“Yes, Mr. Pearce.” She touched her nipples, brushing them lightly with her fingertips. They were damp from his saliva.

“I want you to touch your pussy.”

She glided one hand down her stomach, then over the leather crotch.

“Wait. Take off the thong.”

She quickly disposed of the panties, then stroked over her folds. He watched intently as she glided between them to the moisture already pooled in her opening.

He caught her wrist and drew her hand from her dripping pussy, then took her index finger, glazed in her juices, into his mouth.

He licked it, then sucked. As he pulled it deep into his mouth, his wet, moist flesh pulsing around it, her core clenched in need.

He released her finger. “You’re delicious. Now, kneel down and unzip me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She knelt in front of him, gazing at the big bulge in his pants.

She unfastened his button, then drew down his zipper, careful not to touch his bulge so she wouldn’t be punished. Because punishment would delay her from putting her lips around that bad boy.

“Now reach in and pull out my cock.”

She smiled. “Yes, Mr. Pearce.”

She reached inside his boxers—a fine, silky cotton fabric—and wrapped her fingers around his big, wide shaft. It was so hot and hard, pulsing in her hand. She drew it from the fabric and admired it as it stood straight up, thick and solid.

She wanted to lean in right now and glide her lips along his length. To have him erupt in her mouth and swallow all he gave her.

“You don’t need to respond with every command. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, take off your clothes.”

Reluctantly, she released his big cock and stood up. She unfastened the hooks down the side of her corset and peeled the leather away, then tossed it aside. She shivered in excitement as she stood there totally naked, except for her shoes and the leather cuffs, and he sat fully clothed, but with his huge, throbbing cock pushing from his pants, at full attention.

“Go sit on the chair across from me.”