Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

She frowned in her sleep, but didn’t rouse.

“Minnow!”

This time her eyes did open – warm brown, confused. She winced as though waking pained her.

She rolled back onto her side and slid her hand under the covers, focusing on him drowsily. She gasped, and her eyes fell closed for a moment. When she opened them again there was undisguised lust in her gaze.

“You just had to ruin that for me,” she said, her voice husky and full of mock accusation. She bit her lip, and her hips bucked. “Be a gentleman and let me come, Mister Leduc.”

“How’s your ass this morning?”

“You’d have to try it and tell me.” She stretched out on her stomach again. “Probably tight,” she said sleepily, raising her hips as though to give him better access. “You’d have to use your fingers first.”

He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself enough for a clever comeback.

“If I took you up on that, you’d probably regret it.”

“Probably, but it felt so damn good in my dream, I’m willing to take the chance.” She laughed to herself. “That’s how you can tell you’re getting to me. You’ve kept me on edge for so long I’m grateful to dream about getting something I don’t even want.” Her gaze dropped to his jeans. “Could you use some help with that, Master? You can use my mouth, if you’d like.”

“I’m perfectly comfortable. Let me see the damage I did last night.” He pulled back her covers, and she shivered.

“It’s cold!” She burrowed into the mattress, but stuck her ass out at him in invitation.

He sat next to her on the bed even though he didn’t have time for further temptation. Slower than strictly necessary, he slid down her flannel pajama pants, revealing her mouth-wateringly curved posterior. She had the kind of body they rarely put in magazines, but most men had to fantasize about. The only thing better than the way her tits jiggled when he spanked her was the way her ass jiggled. With the tiny waist to hang onto, and that sweet face to make you believe she’d never had a perverted thought in her life – and yet the mind behind those innocent eyes was so fucking dirty.

When he finally got her pants down under her ass, the flesh there was mottled red and purple, and one large handprint was a perfect raised welt on the back of her thigh. He was simultaneously disgusted with himself and turned on all over again. She made the sexiest sounds when he spanked her, and she had an ass made specifically for spanking.

“Does it still hurt?” He prodded at a bruise and she hissed.

“Uh huh.” She pouted at him reproachfully. “You broke it.”

“It’s not broken,” he said, smiling at her bid for sympathy.

“It is! I can’t even sit on it.”

“That’s no problem. You’re supposed to kneel at my feet, not sit around on your ass all day.”

“It’s hard to kneel at your feet when I can’t find you.”

He stretched out beside her and she turned onto her side. Face to face, they were so close to each other they could almost kiss. She wriggled even closer, and her brows drew together in supplication.

“You need to shower and get dressed. We’re going into town.”

She groaned, and her thigh brushed against his erection.

“Please, can I suck your cock before we go, Mister Leduc?” She shifted lower and moved her fingers to just in front of the button of his jeans. “Please? I need something. I can’t go out in public in this condition.”

“How is sucking my cock going to help you?”

She groaned again. “If you come in my mouth I can guarantee it’ll help me.” She brushed her fingers over the button of his jeans and whined like a puppy that wanted a treat.

“Denial is good for the soul.” He got out of bed, denying them both, and the sound of desperation she made was so sexy his cock twitched.

“You’re making me crazy. I need to get you used to being touched – at least by me.”

“So you can touch me whenever you want?”

“No, Master. I wouldn’t take liberties. I just think you’d give in to pleasure more if you got used to me touching you.”