Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

“No, Master,” she mumbled into the towel. He planted several kisses on the globes of her ass, and it gave her the shivers. “But it feels strange, and I’m embarrassed.”

“I know, pretty girl. But you’re doing what I want, so you should feel proud of yourself.” He started to fuck her ass with his finger. It made her horny and squirmy, but she didn’t dare move. “Damn. You’re so tight.”

Why did it feel so good when he did it? She could never tell him. The unfamiliar, invasive sensation made her clit feel even more swollen and needy, and her pussy begged for the attention he was paying her ass. Pressure built in her lower belly, and what felt like seconds later she was coming, hanging on to the desk as the waves of pleasure and discomfort threatened to overwhelm her. More oil, and a second finger slowly joined the first, feeling like he was opening her impossibly wide. Even though it was uncomfortable, he convinced her it wasn’t so bad by toying with her clit. He fingered her ass through a second wicked orgasm.

She was limp and dazed from coming, yet somehow still frustrated and wanting. His fingers withdrew slowly, moving in ways that made her sob. He dragged her down the desk, until her hips were at the edge and her legs dangled, her toes just touching the floor.

“I’m going to try to fuck you here now, okay? If it hurts too much, you tell m

e and I’ll slow down, or we’ll stop and try again some other time.”

At that point all she was capable of was whimpering.

“Is that okay, Everly, or should I stop now?”

He wanted a definite verbal yes? Could this be any more embarrassing?

“You can try, Master, but I don’t think you’ll fit.”

The tip of his cock slipped against her immediately, and the warmth and dominance of what he was planning to do made it hot instead of scary. Ambrose didn’t rush things, she reminded herself. Ambrose was careful and patient.

“Try to relax and push out,” he murmured. He was easing into her so slowly it was like he didn’t care if it took a decade. The one guy who’d done it before had taken her by surprise, without making sure she was ready. It’d hurt, and she’d never really trusted him again after that. With Ambrose, she found herself getting horny and impatient, and pushing back against him.

His dick felt like a huge metal bar, but his appreciative groans and swears as he broached her made the discomfort worth it. She breathed through it, trying to convert the ache to pleasure. He pulled out and slicked himself with more oil, reclaimed the inch he’d gained. It felt like every hair on her body was standing on end. Gradually, he was persuasive enough to convince her body to take every bit of him. When he’d made it all the way in, he stroked her back and her thighs, giving her time to get used to the ridiculous amount of dick in her ass. He moved, and she felt helpless and fragile.

Ambrose covered her with his body, making her feel safe. He kissed her neck and behind her ear, and groaned when she shifted happily beneath him. This she could stand. This she might learn to love.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Everly. I know that hurt a little, but now that I’m in, it’s not so bad, is it?” He bit her shoulder and she gasped, then squirmed beneath him. He eased out a bit, then pressed back in, moving in small ways to loosen her ass’s death grip on his cock.

“I don’t like it, Master,” she lied. She whimpered, and she swore his dick grew bigger.

“Mmm. That just makes it hotter.” He pulled farther out and back in, still gentle, but moving faster now. The sensation took her breath away, and her toes dug against the wooden floor. It felt too bone-meltingly good. Oh fuck, she couldn’t come like this, or there’d be no convincing him to lose interest in doing it again.

Don’t come. Don’t come.

He pulled out, then pushed back in, paused between strokes, then did it again, driving her out of her mind. She screamed in distressed pleasure, too far gone to care about later. He stopped to check on her, but she ground back against him, and he took that as an answer.

“Fuck, you do like this, my little liar.” He grabbed her hips and thrust back into her.

All she could do was submit to him and try to hold out, but when his fingertips dug into her skin and his thrusts became erratic, her next orgasm escaped her control. She came, milking his cock with her ass. He cried out hoarsely, ramming into her several more times before he gave a final helpless swear and pressed as far into her as he could get. She mewled at the feeling of his cock throbbing in her ass.

“All of you is mine now, princess.” He growled in her ear and her eyes rolled back, her body agreeing wholeheartedly with his words.

“Yes, Master.”

“And sometimes I’ll take your ass, even though you . . . don’t like it.” He snorted, like he didn’t believe the last part in the slightest.

She groaned. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I do insist. Any questions?” He led her toward the bathroom, steadying her when her knees shook.

“Uh-huh.” She bit her lip, feeling mischievous.

He arched a brow. “What, little miss brat?”

“Just one question, Professor. Do I get an A?”

He grinned evilly and bit her neck. “A+, I’d say. But I have to do that again, just to make sure.”