Mastered by Malone (Haven, Texas 6)

Ten minutes later she let out a cry of pain as he brought the crop down on her ass. It hurt. God damn, it hurt.

He certainly wasn’t holding anything back. Which was exactly what she wanted. And yet . . . ouch.

“Next time you want my attention, kitten, what are you going to do?” he asked in a silky voice. Oh, he was seriously displeased.

“I’ll come and respectfully ask for it, Sir.”

The crop landed. Fiery pain erupted. “Try again.”

“I-I’ll come kneel next to you and wait until you give me permission to speak.”

The crop stopped and she breathed in on a sob. “Good girl. That’s a good girl. Bet you’re starting to wish you hadn’t picked up that hose now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed out.

“Master.”

“What?” She turned her head to look behind her. His gaze was shuttered, his face giving nothing away.

“You want all of me, kitten, then you’ll get all of me. And you’ll call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, kitten. Roll over and put your feet flat on the desk, spread yourself wide.”

She rolled, wincing as her hot ass came into contact with the desk. She bent her legs, putting her feet on the wooden surface. She was open, vulnerable and a shiver of anticipation went up her spine. Then the crop landed with a smack on her pussy and she let out a howl. Her feet slipped and she dropped her hand to cover her mound.

Fuck. Jesus.

“Move your hand,” he growled.

She let out another sob but drew her hand back.

“Get back into position. If you can’t keep in position, I’ll have to bind you.”

“I’ll try, Master.”

He granted her a small smile. “Good girl.” He landed the crop again, but before she even had a chance to scream, he had dropped his mouth to her clit, sucking on the abused nub gently. Oh, fuck. It was sensation overload. Her clit was on fire. And yet, she couldn’t help but want more. Another smack of the crop with his mouth sucking on her gently, and she realized he wasn’t hitting her nearly as hard as had on her bottom.

Thank God.

Another smack. More sucking. And the pain was erupting into a deeper hunger. Two more times the crop landed. She wanted more now. She needed more. She let out a groan of protest as he put the crop to one side.

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, obviously in a rush as he yanked at them. Then he leaned over and kissed her. His tongue toyed with hers as he took command of her mouth.

“I need you,” he murmured.

“Yes. Please.”

He kissed his way down her body, swirling his tongue around each of her nipples.

“I cannot wait. I have to take you. Tell me you want me. That you’re ready for me.”

Ready for him? She was on fire. It burned. It made her ache. He reached her pussy and lapped at her clit until she was panting, her need for him so great she trembled.

“I need you. I’m ready. Please, take me, Master.”

“I do like to hear you beg.” He straightened, pulled her ass to the very edge of the desk then he thrust deep. She screamed. Oh, God. It was too much. Nerve endings flared to life. But he didn’t give her time to adjust. He wasn’t holding back, just like she’d demanded of him. And the way he took her was like nothing she’d experienced before.