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Club Shadowlands (Masters of the Shadowlands #1)(13)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

Her breathing was fast and shallow, broken with tiny whimpers, the pleasing sounds of submission. She was very close. He reached down and slid a finger up and over her clit.

Her scream filled the room as her snug pussy spasmed around him.

He let himself go and each intensely satisfying jerk from his cock set her off again and again. Finally spent, he laid his forehead against hers, a little shocked at how overpowering his release had been.

After sucking in a deep breath, he pushed himself up. She didn’t move. Her heart was pounding so hard that her breasts shook with each beat. He released her knees, chuckled as her legs slid down, the muscles gone limp.

Rolling to the side, he stayed inside her, savoring the small twitches of her pussy around him. He snuggled her closer, soft and fragrant in his arms. Affection and something more filled him. He couldn’t think of when he’d enjoyed sex more or when he’d been so attracted to a woman.

When her breathing slowed, when he could feel her emotions begin to swirl around in her mind, he asked softly, “What did you think of being tied, being opened for my pleasure?”

Her shock at his question, that he would speak of such things, made him hide his grin in her hair. That innocence was such a contrast to her sharp mind, just as her modesty hid the fiery passion beneath. The mixture enchanted him.

“I…hmmm. It’s very unusual.”

“When was the last time you came screaming?” he whispered.

Jessica gulped. His hand had been stroking her breast gently, like he enjoyed the feel of her skin, and she’d felt well cherished until he asked those questions. Did he actually expect her emotions to be as open to him as her body had just been? She buried her face against his chest rather than answer.

He pinched her nipple, a tiny pain, and her breath caught.

“Answer me, Jessica.” His voice had chilled, and when she peeked up, his brows were together.

“Never, okay?” she muttered, annoyed with him in return. Her orgasms were her business, not his.

“When we come together like this, you will have no secrets from me,” he said, not releasing his gaze. “You will not hide your body or your mind.”

She shivered, feeling more exposed than when her butt had been in the air for all to see. His hand ran down her cheek, her neck. “You found being tied down a little scary, a lot exciting, yes?”

Eyes averted, she nodded. Why did he ask if he knew the answers?

He watched her for a moment, silently, long enough that she began to worry. Was he planning something else? What else could he do? She shivered as her mind conjured up horrifying…lewd…tantalizing images.

“And now you’re beginning to wonder what else can happen in this room. In this house.” His eyes held a wicked light. His mouth curved in satisfaction as her muscles tightened in apprehension and hunger.

“First, let me clean up a little,” he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Chilled without him, she sat up, wrapping her arms around herself. Her body was well satisfied, but her emotions… She felt very confused. She had gotten what she wanted, right?

But was her response because of him and how good he was in bed? Or because she’d been tied up? How could she come to terms with her own behavior? That she’d actually let him bind her, and that she’d loved it?

Really, she should go home now, she thought miserably even as she longed to curl back into his arms.

When he came out, he shook his head. “Little sub, you’re thinking and worrying again. Time to put you to work.”

Work? Scrub the bathroom or --

“Kneel.”

She blinked, saw the beginning of a frown on his face, and scrambled off the bed. Even as she dropped to her knees, her mind protested. She was a smart woman, a businesswoman. Surely this wasn’t a position she should be in.

Her body didn’t agree. She could feel her heart speeding up, her skin becoming more sensitive. Every little fiber on the plush shag rug seemed to caress her legs.

“Very nice.” He stood in front of her, stroked her hair. “Take me in your mouth and suck me.”

Her mouth dropped open. “But --”

“What do you say?”

He was only half-erect. “Um. Yes, Sir.”

He set one finger under her chin, lifted her face. “Have you not done this before, kitten?”

“Twice. I wasn’t very good at it,” she admitted glumly. Her last boyfriend had been scathing in his comments over her performance with oral sex. Heck, at any type of sex.

Master Z’s eyes crinkled. “Why don’t you take that warm, soft mouth and put it around my cock. You start, and I’ll instruct you as needed.”

He liked her mouth. That was enough encouragement for her to grasp him in her fingers. His cock was soft; the head was velvety smooth as she closed her lips around it.

To her delight, he hummed in appreciation. Gently, she moved her mouth over his shaft, feeling him stiffen, elongate. The loose skin tightened around the hardness beneath, and she took her mouth away to stare. Earlier, she’d felt like he’d entered her with something huge; he had.

Chuckling, he stroked her hair again. “Continue, kitten.”

At least she’d pleased him enough to get him hard. That was something, right? She slid her lips up and down, wetting him with her mouth.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured. “Pretend it’s my tongue on your clit. The only difference is in size.”

Oooh, she remembered how his mouth had felt on her, how his ravening tongue had licked over her, around… The memory made her wet, made her clit throb. With growing understanding, she tongued the underside of his cock, toyed with the thick veins, then swirled around the head. Taking him fully into her mouth again, she sucked lightly the way he’d sucked on her clit.

His hand tightened in her hair. “Ahhh, that’s perfect, Jessica. Now use your hands too.”

Hands? Holding his dick with one hand, she pulled her head back and glanced up at him. He moved his legs apart, and his balls swayed, attracting her attention. She’d always wanted to touch a man there, to see what they felt like. With her free hand, she slipped her palm under one, lifting, letting her fingers caress it. So heavy and soft. But she could tell somehow, that although he enjoyed this, she wasn’t driving him crazy like he’d done to her.

She really wanted to get him off.

Returning her attention to his cock, she licked her way back up, then grasped him with both hands at the thick base. She squeezed gently and muscles tightened in his legs. Yes! She took him in her mouth again, sliding him in and out, sliding her hands up and down in counterpoint. He grew harder, thicker, and her satisfaction was heady, almost as heady as the need growing between her legs, the desire to have him inside her there.

Her eager mouth was going to be the death of him. Hot and moist. Her awkward movements only made it worse, keeping his attention fully on her and what she was doing. When the urge to pound into her grew overwhelming, he set his hands on her shoulders. “You are very good at this and only going to get better. But I’m not finished taking you yet. On the bed, pet.”

She gave him a final swipe with her tongue, glinted a happy smile up at him, and crawled onto the bed. Ah, the princess felt more in control now. He was delighted that her comfort level had increased.

Still, taking her in a mundane fashion wouldn’t serve her well. She was a strong woman whose deepest responses apparently came when she was most vulnerable.

The armoire yielded Velcro straps and rope and another condom. He covered himself quickly. As he walked back to the bed with the restraints, he saw trepidation grow in her eyes. He could feel the hint of uncertainty in her mind. She sat with her legs tightly closed; her quickening breath jostled her breasts.

“Give me your wrists,” he murmured, and waited patiently through her hesitation. He treasured the way she set her wrists into his grasp. Her trust in him had grown. “Good girl.”

After smoothing the Velcro bindings around her wrists, he clipped them together and then slid a rope through the links. Picking her up, he turned her and set her onto her hands and knees. “Don’t move, pet,” he cautioned, caressing her breast. Her heart thudded under his fingers, the speed increasing nicely.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses. But he could feel her increasing arousal overcoming her apprehension.

He paused for a moment to stroke her hair. It was long enough to wrap around his hand, bringing other diversions to mind. The silky strands were a mixture of gold colors, slipping over her fair skin as he pushed them over one bare shoulder. He nibbled her nape, pleased to see goose bumps appear on her arms. Her body was sensitized, waiting for anything he would do.

After wrapping a wide strap around her right knee, he slipped her bound hands out from under her, leaving her balanced on one shoulder, her head turned to the side. Smiling, he tied her hands to the knee strap.

Her ass was up in the air, displaying her assets nicely. Perhaps someday they’d explore that perky little asshole. For now, he fingered the little dimples beside her spine before setting his hands on pretty cheeks that were still a little swollen from the paddling.

A shiver ran through her body.

Head down, butt in the air, unable to move.

Does this seem rather familiar? she wondered unhappily. Her hands were between her legs, tied to the inside of her right knee. She pulled at the restraints with no success, and the inability to move sent an unexpected tremor of need slicing through her. Apprehension made her heart pound in her chest as she tried to see what he was doing, what he planned. Her skin, even her core, tensed, waiting for his touch.

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