Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

She tried to scramble away, but he pinned her beneath him and ground his pelvis against her bottom.

A hand wriggled under her and found her clit, and soon she was moaning and pressing back against his thrusts, the leather caressing her ass. He knelt up and struggled out of his pants, then pinned her back down again, now with his dick nestled between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding against her back hole when she was already so damn hot for him made her ridiculously horny. And scared.

Banner held her down with one hand and yanked open the bedside table. He pulled out some rope and several small packets.

“What’s that?” She whimpered.

“Rope.”

“Noooo . . . no more rope. I’ll be good.” Her wrists were still raw from earlier.

“And you’ll let me do what I want without having to tie you down?”

She froze. Who knew what he had in mind?

He saw her hesitation. “You have a safeword, Trouble.”

Relieved, she bit her lip and nodded. She was so frustrated she was ready to do anything he asked anyway.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Her mouth fell open. “You should forget you ever heard me admit that.” Was no part of her brain a mystery to this man? It hardly seemed fair.

He allowed her to roll onto her back and cooperated when she pulled one of his huge hands to encircle her throat.

“Oh, you like this, do you?” He squeezed gently, and her already hot girly bits got heavy and full. Her clit twinged, begging for attention.

When she licked her finger Banner’s eyes glazed over. She let her hand creep down between her legs, and she circled her clit. This time she didn’t need to close her eyes to see him above her. Her finger slipped over her hard bud, and she shuddered. She’d been so frustrated for so long, and now here he was playing into her fantasies. Banner had her by the neck and his other hand was skimming along her body, sensitizing every part he could reach, pinching cruelly at her nipples when she started getting too close to coming.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped when he yanked her hand away from her pussy and held her wrists so she couldn’t finish. “Please, Banner? Don’t leave me like this.”

“On your front. Ass in the air.” His voice was hoarse, and she didn’t think he was faring any better than she was.

She turned over and presented, and as a reward he let her touch herself again. As she got closer to orgasm again, he ran his hand over her bottom, dipping his fingers into the crease of her ass. Why did everything he did feel so good?

The first time he skimmed his finger over her back hole, she jumped and tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her hip and forced her to stay in place as he did it again. She closed her eyes and let it happen, and when she reopened them she realized there were small packages of lube on the bed.

Noooooooo.

One of his big fingers prodded at her backside, and she heard the sound of packaging just before a cold, slick dribble slid down the crack of her ass. His finger caught it and spread it around, and he didn’t seem to care how much she tried to avoid penetration. He held her in place, and slowly he fucked the tip of his finger into her poor bottom.

Her hand stilled on her clit, and she held her breath. He tore open another packet of lube and slicked the tip of his finger more before coaxing it all the way in. Staying very still, she could feel his every tiny movement. She moaned low, sounding tortured even to her own ears. It felt too weird, but the way he was humming in satisfaction said this wasn’t the last of it. He finger fucked her ass until it didn’t feel so tight and awful.

“It’s just one finger, little slave. I’m going to add another one now.”

“No, no, Banner. Please. Another day, okay? I’ll let you do it another day. Not today.”

“‘No’ and ‘another day’ aren’t your safewords.” He chuckled, then paused. She didn’t reply. “I’ve been wanting this sexy ass of yours since I met you. I didn’t fuck you here because I thought I’d let your future Dom have the honor. Now that you’re mine, I don’t need to deny myself anymore.”

His words and their meaning blurred in her head, too heavy to process now. Another slick finger tried to gain entrance. This time she didn’t attempt to talk him out of it, because she assumed her body would simply refuse. Unfortunately, he was very convincing, and she hissed and swore through the burn of his second finger sinking into her.

“Please, Master.” She choked, gasped, tried to escape him.

Instead of giving in, he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed, added lube, and stretched her poor, suffering anus more.

Why had she wanted him back again?