possessed
screamed at her to resist his dominance. Deeper than that, her body begged for
it.
He must have seen her indecision. “As your Master I forbid
it. Therefore you must obey.”
Involuntarily she arched as his palm skimmed down her belly,
as his fingers sought her folds.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
Even as her legs opened to admit his hand, she gave him an
almost imperceptible nod. He let out a rough chuckle and continued to stroke
her, moving his fingers over her clitoris until it hardened to his touch.
A growl tore from his throat and he ripped back the covers,
baring her body for his viewing. “Put your hands against the headboard and
don’t move them,” he commanded.
Without so much as considering resistance she obeyed.
Pleasure began a slow build inside her, swirling upward from where his fingers
worked their magic.
His mouth captured one of her breasts and he eyed her as he
lightly raked his teeth along the nipple. Primrose’s breathing hitched as he
gave her a little bite. His lips moved to the other breast where he sucked her
nipple to a hard, aching peak. An invisible line fused and tightened between
her breasts and her sex.
Her eyes closed and she rocked against his hand, his mouth.
“Please…” she heard herself muttering. “I’m so close.”
He kneeled. “I want you on your knees.”
Her eyes snapped open and their gazes clashed. “I can’t do
that,” she protested.
“Oh I assure you, you can.”
She wanted to. Heaven only knew how badly she wanted to get
on her knees and present herself for the taking. Propriety prevented her.
“On your knees.” This time he brooked no refusal. He lifted
and twisted her onto her belly then dragged her hips up.
Before she had time to refuse him—to pretend some more that
she didn’t want this—she was head-down, bottom-up on the bed.
His hands spread her open. She knew he had an unimpeded view
of her entrance, of her rosette, but she couldn’t have shied away if she’d
wanted to. All her life she’d been told nudity was shameful. Now, that shame
heightened her pleasure and intensified all physical sensation to the point she
felt drunk on it.
Fingers—two by the feel of them—pushed inside her
sex-slickened channel, probing, sliding pleasurably over sensitive tissue.
Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she sighed into her
pillow. The pad of his thumb teased the responsive strip of flesh connecting
her two openings and then settled, pressing insistently against her anus.
She let out a little yelp, fearing invasion that threatened
but did not come. Despite her fears even that part of her desired to yield to
him.
His fingers splayed across the small of her back as he
positioned himself behind her. The head of his cock brushed against her inner
thigh and then raked through her furrow, parting her, pushing and then—
“Oh!” Primrose cried as he filled her passage, as her body
adjusted to the girth of his erection.
His first two thrusts came in long slow glides that left her
trembling. Every inch of him reawakened her desire. His fingers pressed into
her back, positioning her so that her bottom lifted and her sex tilted back.
His heavy sac rocked against her with every drive, compelling her to counter
him in need of more contact.
“I can’t be gentle with you,” he ground out.
“Then don’t try,” Primrose declared boldly.
He inhaled roughly and then seized either side of her hips,
anchoring her as he rutted her hard and fast. Groin slapped groin. The sound of
wet suction and punctuated breaths filled the room.
Doubtless she’d be bruised come tomorrow. She didn’t care.
Sensation mounted and swirled, teasing and then withdrawing. Ecstasy lurked
just out of reach and she battled with the desire to prolong this moment
against the searing need for culmination.
Coherent thought fled until only this maddening heat existed
between them. This friction. This fusion. His dominance and her submission.
She drifted beyond her
screamed at her to resist his dominance. Deeper than that, her body begged for
it.
He must have seen her indecision. “As your Master I forbid
it. Therefore you must obey.”
Involuntarily she arched as his palm skimmed down her belly,
as his fingers sought her folds.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
Even as her legs opened to admit his hand, she gave him an
almost imperceptible nod. He let out a rough chuckle and continued to stroke
her, moving his fingers over her clitoris until it hardened to his touch.
A growl tore from his throat and he ripped back the covers,
baring her body for his viewing. “Put your hands against the headboard and
don’t move them,” he commanded.
Without so much as considering resistance she obeyed.
Pleasure began a slow build inside her, swirling upward from where his fingers
worked their magic.
His mouth captured one of her breasts and he eyed her as he
lightly raked his teeth along the nipple. Primrose’s breathing hitched as he
gave her a little bite. His lips moved to the other breast where he sucked her
nipple to a hard, aching peak. An invisible line fused and tightened between
her breasts and her sex.
Her eyes closed and she rocked against his hand, his mouth.
“Please…” she heard herself muttering. “I’m so close.”
He kneeled. “I want you on your knees.”
Her eyes snapped open and their gazes clashed. “I can’t do
that,” she protested.
“Oh I assure you, you can.”
She wanted to. Heaven only knew how badly she wanted to get
on her knees and present herself for the taking. Propriety prevented her.
“On your knees.” This time he brooked no refusal. He lifted
and twisted her onto her belly then dragged her hips up.
Before she had time to refuse him—to pretend some more that
she didn’t want this—she was head-down, bottom-up on the bed.
His hands spread her open. She knew he had an unimpeded view
of her entrance, of her rosette, but she couldn’t have shied away if she’d
wanted to. All her life she’d been told nudity was shameful. Now, that shame
heightened her pleasure and intensified all physical sensation to the point she
felt drunk on it.
Fingers—two by the feel of them—pushed inside her
sex-slickened channel, probing, sliding pleasurably over sensitive tissue.
Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she sighed into her
pillow. The pad of his thumb teased the responsive strip of flesh connecting
her two openings and then settled, pressing insistently against her anus.
She let out a little yelp, fearing invasion that threatened
but did not come. Despite her fears even that part of her desired to yield to
him.
His fingers splayed across the small of her back as he
positioned himself behind her. The head of his cock brushed against her inner
thigh and then raked through her furrow, parting her, pushing and then—
“Oh!” Primrose cried as he filled her passage, as her body
adjusted to the girth of his erection.
His first two thrusts came in long slow glides that left her
trembling. Every inch of him reawakened her desire. His fingers pressed into
her back, positioning her so that her bottom lifted and her sex tilted back.
His heavy sac rocked against her with every drive, compelling her to counter
him in need of more contact.
“I can’t be gentle with you,” he ground out.
“Then don’t try,” Primrose declared boldly.
He inhaled roughly and then seized either side of her hips,
anchoring her as he rutted her hard and fast. Groin slapped groin. The sound of
wet suction and punctuated breaths filled the room.
Doubtless she’d be bruised come tomorrow. She didn’t care.
Sensation mounted and swirled, teasing and then withdrawing. Ecstasy lurked
just out of reach and she battled with the desire to prolong this moment
against the searing need for culmination.
Coherent thought fled until only this maddening heat existed
between them. This friction. This fusion. His dominance and her submission.
She drifted beyond her
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