“See something you like?” he asked, a hint of teasing noticeable in his voice.
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell me.”
“I want your cock.”
“I’m not sure you’re ready.” He sat down on the side of the bed and patted the spot beside him. “Put your right foot here.”
I slid off the bed and stood before him, placing my foot the way he asked. The position left me a bit unsteady.
“Hands on my shoulders.” When I’d regained my balance, he trailed a finger up my inner thigh, circled my clit, and teased my entrance. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”
The feel of his finger, dipping just the tiniest bit into me, had me squeezing his shoulders.
“Is this where you want it?” he asked and his voice was all husky.
“Yes, please.”
He lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted me. “So sweet.”
His hands drifted to my waist and I swayed against him. “I want you in my lap. Your legs wrapped around me and my cock buried inside you.” I started to move, but he didn’t let go. “Lower yourself on me slowly and be still once I’m all the way in.”
I kept hold of his shoulders while I moved into position. Pressing myself at the tip of his cock, he whispered, “Feel how hard I am for you?”
Slowly, I lowered myself down on him and he entered me inch by inch.
“That’s it, Abigail. Take every bit of your Master’s dick. Feel it push deep inside you. Claiming your body.”
His jaw tightened as I continued my descent. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of him stretching me, hard and thick inside me.
“Don’t move,” he said, when he was all the way inside, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or himself. The urge to move, to rock up and down on his cock, was so strong and tempting. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, knowing I was leaving marks.
I forced myself to breathe slower and as I calmed down, he ran his hands down my arms.
“That’s it. Do you feel our connection?”
I buried my face against his neck, wanting more. “Yes, Master.”
“I don’t want to just be inside your body. I want to be inside your mind. I want my mark on your very soul.”
Since I couldn’t talk, I held on to him even tighter. You are. It is.
“But for right now, I’ll settle for just being inside your body.” He held me firmly, and with one swift move, changed our positions so I was on my back and he towered over me. He took my hands and placed them above my head. I grabbed a handful of sheet, knowing I wasn’t to move.
“When I’m inside you, the only thing on my mind is getting deeper inside you.” He thrust his hips forward. “And deeper.” He withdrew and thrust again. “So deep, I’m the only thing you can feel.” He repeated his motions. “The only thing you feel for days.”
He circled my breasts and played with my nipples. Fuck, he feels so good. I sucked in a breath and arched my back. He started a steady rhythm, taking what he wanted and giving me what I needed in the process. Each inward thrust pushed me deeper into the mattress and I felt my control slip.
“I’m not going to push you tonight,” he said, slowing down, but still moving hard and long inside me. “Come when you want.”
With the permission to come, I tried to hold my release off a little longer and started reciting the German alphabet backward under my breath.
But he picked up on what I was doing. “German isn’t going to help you tonight. I’ve got you where I want and I’m going to fuck you for as long as I can.”
I fisted more of the sheets.
“My dick feels so good right now, I may stay buried in you for hours.”
He could do it, too. He pressed even deeper inside and gave me a wicked smile.
“Hang on, Abigail.” Taking a tight grip on my hips, he drove into me over and over. I left German behind, muttering nonsense in my desire to hold out just a little bit longer.
He was hard and rough and took me with long, slow strokes. Finally, it was too much and I bit my lower lip so hard when I came, I tasted blood.
“Yes,” he said and pushed his body toward his own release until he came inside me with a primal groan.
He dropped on me and I reveled in the feel of his sated body covering mine. But he didn’t stay there long. Seconds later, still breathing heavily, he pulled back and kissed me with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years.
Chapter Five
I had thought something might have changed that weekend we played in front of Simon and Lynne, but things returned to the way they had always been. I didn’t have time to think a lot about it, though. My meeting with Meagan was coming up and she had e-mailed me a few ideas for articles she wanted me to write. What free time I had was spent writing.