He reached between her legs and stroked firmly, sliding easily through her silky wetness. Part of this wetness was from another woman’s saliva. Oh, yeah. Blood pounded through his cock.
She gasped. “God, Jake, please…please don’t make me wait another moment.”
He rubbed more lightly, and she whimpered. “Say it, Kate.”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she clung to him. “I love you.”
Even with his cock throbbing, he laughed. “Not that.”
“You own me.”
Damn, she really wasn’t a mind reader at all.
“You own me…” She licked her lips. “… Master.”
God, yes. Amazing how one little word could send his passion soaring. He picked her up and carried her to the low reclining chair in one corner, not caring if the whole world saw. Hell, the whole world seemed to have erupted in applause.
The noise died down as he laid Kate on the recliner. She stretched out like a pagan Goddess, watching him strip off his pants, kick off his shoes.
She spread her legs and put a hand on her pussy, stroking while she waited. “May I come now, Master?”
“Not without me.” His hands fumbled with his chinos, practically tearing the pocket off to find a condom. Why did it take so fucking long to open these damned things? He rolled the rubber on fast and fell into her waiting arms. She pulled him between her legs, tilting her hips and locking her ankles behind his knees, clinging to his shoulders like a woman possessed.
He cradled her head in his forearms, nudging her pussy with his cock, sliding lower, probing carefully. Watching her face, he saw her eyes widen when he found the entrance to her womb. With one hard push, he slid into the hot, welcoming depths of her body.
“Oh!” She arched her back, taking him deeper. He shuddered and started moving, fucking her with long, slow, controlled thrusts. No way would he come before her.
She whimpered, breath whistling in his ear. “Fuck me, Master,” she whispered. The pointed tip of her tongue went into his ear, sending his pulse soaring.
He groaned and bit her neck. She cried out, thrashing beneath him, practically sobbing with need. He let his teeth sink into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her as surely as his cock marked her pussy, taking her with intense, primal satisfaction. Nothing could feel better than this. Fucking the woman he loved…and knowing she loved him back. He bit the slope of her breast, and she cried out again.
The sound made him moan. Blinding passion took over, driving him to move faster, thrust harder. She grabbed his ass, stinging him with her fingernails as she urged him on. Her moans and cries rang in his ear, nearly deafening him. It was all he could do to hold on to the tattered remnants of restraint, grinding his teeth to keep from exploding before she found her long-deserved relief.
Thank God he didn’t have to wait long. She wrenched with a sudden climax, screaming his name, bucking so furiously beneath him that he had to grip one side of the chair to stay on top of her. He pounded into her madly, mindlessly, letting the rush of her pleasure take him over the cliff into searing oblivion, pouring his desperate need into the deep, shuddering recesses of her body.
Drained and shaking, his hips ground down, yearning to keep his cock in her forever. Emotion and exhaustion pulled him under to near-unconsciousness. Panting for air, he collapsed onto the soft, welcoming pillow of her breasts.
When he came back to Earth she was stroking his back idly, sighing gently in his ear. He propped his chin on one hand to look down into her face. Her eyes were all green mystery, her lips swollen, her eyeliner smeared into seductive smudges on her eyelids. Such a beautiful woman. And his. Finally, at last, all his.
A tiny bruise marred the side of her neck where he’d bitten her. Nothing had ever looked so sexy to him. He planted a tiny kiss on the mark, then kissed her lips. “I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, and felt her smile in answer.
When he lifted his head, she rubbed her cheek against his forearm. “Thank you, Master.”
It sounded like the most fervent declaration of love she could make to him. Tenderness made his heart swell. “You don’t need to call me that all the time, baby.”
“Maybe I won’t. When we’re in the office, it might be risky.” Her smile was coy. “But sometimes…well, sometimes I like to take risks.”
He wove his fingers through the hair at the side of her head, enjoying the silky softness. “You took a big risk on me.”
One of her fingernails trailed over his shoulder, a little scratch of pain. “I don’t know if it was such a big risk after all. It felt…inevitable.”
Philosophy wasn’t his thing, especially not with Kate lying naked beneath him. He gazed down at her full, lush breasts and felt his cock twinge inside her body. When he dropped his head and took one nipple between his teeth, clamping the delicate point, she moaned and squeezed down on his cock with nutcracker force. After all the time he’d kept her hot and horny, she must be primed for a string of orgasms.
“Master, please…may I please come again?”
He loved that she asked him, loved that she sounded so hesitant. He loved her, pure and simple. And she deserved all the love he could give her in return. She’d earned it, putting up with all of his shit.
He licked at the slope of her breast, soothing where he’d nipped her. “Yes, baby, you can come again. As many times as you want.”
She smiled up at him, her face shining with wicked intent. “Thank you, Master.”
Somehow the words sounded like a threat. No doubt she’d keep him up all night ‑‑ literally.
And he’d love every draining moment.
Epilogue
She hated being late. Kate rushed through a shower, then kept one eye on the clock as she toweled off and put on her makeup. She had less than an hour to get ready and drive across town. Being late for a retirement party was bad form ‑‑ especially when she hoped to get a big promotion now that a spot had opened up.
The cell phone chirped from the bedroom. Just what she needed ‑‑ a call to take up even more of her time. “Jake?” Maybe he could at least look at the caller ID and tell her who it was.
No answer. He must have stepped out. Typical. These business dinners made him antsy.
Naked, she ran down the hall and fumbled in her purse for the phone. The display read “private number.” Of course; everyone in California seemed to have their ID blocked.
She took a chance and pressed the Talk button. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby.”
“Jake? Where are you?” Damn it, he’d better not make them late.
“No questions, Kate.”
That menacing tone sent a shiver of delight down her spine. A conditioned response. “Yes, Master.”
She plunked down on the bed and glanced at the clock. This had better be fast. Maybe she could get dressed while they talked. She reached for the dresser drawer and eased it out slowly, praying Jake wouldn’t hear and object.
“What are you wearing?”
Better to tell him the truth. She’d learned that the hard way over the past few months. “Nothing.”
He chuckled. “I meant tonight. What are you wearing to the party?”
“Oh. I thought I’d wear a tailored suit. I want to look competent.”
“Hmm.”
Oh, no. Would Jake insist she wear something wildly inappropriate?
“No panties, baby. And no nylons. I want to be able to get a hand under your skirt at dinner.”
Her heart thumped. Would he dare? Ever since that first day months ago, Jake hadn’t done anything risky when her co-workers were around. His visits to her office had been limited to brief kisses and furtive touches, often followed by a quick, steamy session at the nearest hotel. The desk clerk at the Ramada probably thought they were having a torrid affair.
“Yes, Master. No panties, no nylons.”
“Will Dayna and Arthur be there tonight?”
She wedged the phone between her ear and
shoulder, then stood to shimmy into her skirt. The scratchy wool would keep her aroused all night. She’d be ready to jump Jake's bones the minute they got in the car. “I’m sure they will.”
“Good. I want to ask Dayna for the phone number of the guy who did her exotic piercings.”
Her hand shook so badly, she almost dropped the phone. Jake had been threatening to have her labia pierced, to put a little ring through one lip. She’d pretended to be nervous about it, because Jake enjoyed it when she did kinky things strictly to please him.
But secretly, she loved the idea of wearing Jake’s ring in such a personal place. If he put a gold ring on her pussy, it would be as good as marriage.
“If that would please you, Master.”
“Good girl.”
The pride in his voice made her smile.
“Bring extra clothes in the car, baby. The slutty skirt you wore the first time we went to The Power Exchange, and a top that shows all your cleavage.”
She knew better than to ask why. Maybe he planned to take her out after dinner. Show her off somewhere. “Yes, Master.” One hand slid up her thigh. He’d told her to play with herself anytime she got horny, but not to come without his permission. He liked to keep her in a state of arousal.
No, there was no time for this. She put her hand on the bed and clenched it into a fist.
“Oh, and Kate?”
Motion in the doorway gave her a start. Jake stood there, devastatingly handsome in a business suit, one hand holding the phone to his ear and a wicked grin splitting his face. Had he called her just for fun? She laughed at the absurdity of it.
She dropped the cell phone and rushed to him, throwing herself into his arms. The soft scratch of wool against her bare skin put her nerve endings on alert. “Yes, Master?”
The phone fell from his hand, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Hot fingers slid under the back of her skirt, checking her ass. “Good. No panties.” He bit her earlobe gently, then whispered, “I think I'll keep my fingers in your tight little cunt from soup to dessert.”
She shivered in pleasure tinged with fear. He probably wouldn’t do it…but he might.
Never knowing how far he’d go was one of the many joys of living with Jake Monroe.
THE END
Doreen DeSalvo
A lifelong daydreamer, Doreen DeSalvo sold her first short story at the age of eight. Her payment was a candy bar. Over thirty years later, her passion for writing ‑‑ and chocolate ‑‑ remain. Her work has received the National Association of Independent Publishers' "Fallot Literary Award" and the Doubleday Venus Book Club's "Best Book of the Year" award. She currently lives in a Victorian house in San Francisco with her husband of over 20 years, and considers herself fortunate to be writing stories that always have happy endings.
A denizen of the Internet since 1992, you can find Doreen at www.doreendesalvo.com.
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