Mastered by Malone (Haven, Texas 6)

Before he’d ordered her onto his desk, he’d had her bend over it and he’d inserted a butt plug. This was the biggest one he’d given her yet and, oh, God, it had burned. And then the burn had become a hot ache in her pussy.

She held a squeaky toy in one hand, a substitute for her safe word, he’d told her.

Five days had passed since they’d signed that contract and she now found herself in this position, naked, bound and plugged on his desk because she was being punished.

But perhaps even worse than all that was the deep throbbing in her clit. She needed to come so badly. And that bastard kept pushing her to the edge and then pulling her back.

Who knew being so turned on could actually be a punishment?

Not looking away from his computer screen, he reached out and ran a finger through her slick lips then pushed it deep into her pussy. He just kept it there, not moving it.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, kitten?”

He pressed another finger deep. And kept them still. It was torture. She longed to move her hips, to find any sort of friction. But she knew doing so would just result in him spanking her. She knew that for sure, since that was had happened when she’d tried earlier.

How long had she been lying there? How long was he going to continue to torture her?

“What was my rule about your necklace? You are to wear it at all times, aren’t you? When you take it off to shower you put it on as soon as you get out. That was the rule, wasn’t it, kitten? Not such a hard rule to follow. So why is the second time I’ve had to remind you to put it on?”

Christ. Why hadn’t she remembered to put the thing back on this morning? He was right, it was the second time it had happened. The first time, he’d given her a firm scolding. This time, it seemed he was determined to drive her insane.

The necklace was a simple locket. But inside the locket was a GPS tracking chip he insisted she wear. She thought he was being overprotective. He disagreed.

“Isn’t that right, kitten?”

She nodded. He pulled his fingers out, drove them in deep. In and out. His movements grew faster, harder and her breath became harsh, haggard pants as she pulled on her control.

She couldn’t come. She couldn’t come.

She didn’t know what he would do to punish her if she did, but she was certain she wouldn’t like it. He was strict. But fair. If she messed up, he always explained to her what she’d done wrong. Often, she got a free pass the first time but if it happened again, well, things like becoming a naked desk ornament happened.

She couldn’t believe how much she needed his dominance. How quickly she’d come to crave it. And how well her body responded. She was never as calm, or her head never as quiet as after a session with him. It was like he cleared everything away. Because she only had to do as he told her.

Her one issue, and it was becoming bigger every day, was she knew he was holding back. He still hadn’t shown her that darker side. She got it. She was new at this. She should be thankful for his control.

But she couldn’t help but want more than what they had for a couple of hours each day, in his office.

You can’t ask for more, Mia. You know better than that.

Suddenly his fingers withdrew from her pussy and then they smacked down on her clit. She groaned and arched.

“I seem to have lost your attention,” he drawled in a low voice.

Oh, shit.

She shook her head as he stood and loomed over her.

“No? Are you sure? Perhaps I need to bring you back to me.” He moved his laptop to one side then turned her so she lay along the edge of his desk. Then he undid his jeans, drawing them and his black boxers down to reveal his thick, hard erection.

Then he removed her ball gag. But before she had time to say anything. To do anything more than swallow hastily, he was pressing his dick against her mouth.

“Open up, kitten. Time to apologize for being so naughty.”

Oh, she had no problem with that. She’d learned that she thoroughly enjoyed sucking him off. Giving him pleasure. I

t made her insides bubble with happiness.

She licked her way around his head as he’d taught her, then took him deep into her mouth. He did most of the work, slowly fucking her mouth. But there was control in every movement. She looked up at him, noted the tension in his jaw and just wished he’d give in.