Master Me, Please (Miami Masters 2)

“Call me Dr. Hayes in that snide, sarcastic tone again, and you’ll feel my hand on your ass.”

“Is that so, Dr. Hayes.”

Darting around him, she got as far as the slider before he pinned her against it. Wrapping his left hand over her throat, he gripped her neck and reached down to rip her panties off. “Yeah, that’s so. I’ll give you two seconds to say red or place your palms against the glass. What’ll it be, Krista? Am I going or staying?” He held his breath, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse under his hand, her soft ass cushioning his raging hard-on. She shuddered against him then he felt the tension flow out of her as she slowly raised her hands and braced them against the door.

Afraid to say anything lest she changed her mind or he came to his senses, he urged her hips out, then draped the thigh-length nightshirt over her back before delivering the first swat.

A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing, welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses. She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it—and him—hadn’t gotten her far. All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all. She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home. The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it. That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he’d rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response. She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loving the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks. “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us. Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat. And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way. A booming thunderclap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge. She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass. That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments. She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that. When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re so fucking wet, so fucking tight,” Dax ground out as he continued to pummel her sheath. The slick tissues of her vaginal walls convulsed around him, the small milking clutches pulling his release forward way too soon. But, as always, he had no control over himself when near Krista. “I hope to hell you’re with me, because I’m not waiting.” And he refused to relinquish his hold on her, not again. It was as he feared, being inside the hot furnace of her sweet pussy again stripped him of all willpower to do the right thing. Any move to separate them now would have to come from her.

“I-I’m good, Sir. Please, don’t… stop…”

He ended her plea with the press of his thumb against her clit, the gush of her orgasm washing over his shaft as her muscles clamped around his pistoning cock and sucked at his hard flesh. The steady drizzle washed away his perspiration as he labored to hold back, but it was no use. Almost brutal in its intensity, his climax erupted with a forceful ejaculation, draining him of everything except the ache to hold her now.

After waiting a few moments to catch his breath, Dax pulled out of her slowly, reluctant to leave the snug warmth of her body but worried if he didn’t, the condom wouldn’t hold much longer. “Do you think we gave your neighbors across the canal something to gossip about?” he asked as he swung her up in his arms.

“Oh, crap! I forgot all about their direct view!”

Her appalled voice drew a chuckle and lightened his mood. “Open the door and forget about it. I’m going to.”

Dax opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the mid-morning sun splashing across Krista’s double bed. Tightening his arm around her waist, he figured heaven couldn’t be better than lying skin to skin with her. Then again, if he didn’t confess his sins, he might never know. Shoving that thought aside, he continued to play with her soft body, an indulgence he’d wallowed in off and on all night. Finding all her trigger points again had been almost as much fun as discovering new ones. As he’d known, once he’d caved to his body’s demands, there was no going back now, regardless of misgivings and worries about tomorrow.

Sliding his hand upward from her waist, Dax squeezed the plump fullness of one breast before rolling the turgid tip between thumb and forefinger with increasing pressure. Krista slid her arm around with a soft moan, reaching to cup his bristled jaw.

“You need to shave.” She turned her face to him with an impish smile as she pushed her breast into his hand.

“I like seeing the proof of where my mouth has been,” he said, referring to the chafed redness on her neck. Grasping her hand, he shoved her arm down between their spooned bodies then quickly rolled her on her back, pinning it beneath her. “Gotcha.”

She waved her free arm with a giggle. “Uh, uh. I’m still free.”

Snatching that arm, he raised it above her head and kept a firm grip on her wrist. “You should know by now not to taunt a Dom. You won’t win.”

“Who says I want to?” she quipped, and he found himself falling for her all over again. There hadn’t been much opportunity to see the playful side of her, and he found it as endearing and cock thickening as her submissive cravings.

Shifting, Dax cupped his palm between her legs, loving the way she spread them without urging. “Warm and wet already. My turn to tease.” With just one finger, he rimmed her seam before slipping inside to tickle her puffy clitoris. She arched her hips against his hand, her eyes glazing as she stared up at him.

“Sir, I…” Krista bent her thigh, but before she could wrap her leg around his hips, he hauled her up with a laugh. “You need a shower, and so do I.”

Ten minutes later, Krista’s cry of release reverberated inside the compact shower as Dax continued to ram her convulsing pussy with breath-stealing aggression. His own climax followed on the heels of hers, and given the number of times he’d fucked her between last night and now, he wondered if he’d ever get enough. Tightening his hands on her hips, he pulled with excruciating slowness out of her slick heat, the muscles of her pussy still clutching at his cock. The single showerhead in the cramped shower rained down on her bowed back as she lay braced against her arms on the corner bench, the water starting to cool. The prettiest sight he’d ever seen was the view of her pink, glistening slit, swollen from his use, topped by the spread of her reddened buttocks from the elevation of her right leg propped next to her hands. Then he helped her stand and she turned the same sated, contented look upon him that had first snared his attention, and he was forced to amend that observation. As well as he knew the complicated workings of the human heart, he’d known last night there would be no going back now, and that look cemented his fate.

Somehow, he’d have to find the courage to come clean with her himself,

and hoped that by then he’d either have bound her to him or he could dredge up the strength to walk away a final time.

Flipping off the water, Dax reached behind him and opened the glass door. Krista fell against him with a laugh as they stepped out, her wet hair plastered to her shoulders and back as she lifted her face up to his. “It seems like I’m spending a lot of time wet around you lately,” she said, referring to the rain sex last night and now the shower sex.

The double entendre didn’t register until he quirked a brow and drawled, “I would hope so.”

Tossing her a towel, he wrapped one around his hips, gauging her reaction closely as he tested the waters by saying, “I’m hungry. Kurt was always bragging about your homemade Belgian waffles.”

Her sly look warmed his chest. “Master Kurt was spoiled. Give me one reason why I should spoil you.”

“There’s a new Lucite cane on the market I’ve been thinking of adding to my collection.”

“Good reason,” she returned with a wince.

She started to wrap the towel around herself but Dax snatched it out of her hands. “You have permission to don an apron while cooking, nothing else.” He left her with a flush stealing over her face and a swat on her ass.