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Shattered.
Sydney was completely, totally shattered.
Despite the bondage, she collapsed, turning on her side. She dragged in several breaths. Even though she’d played with a number of Doms and had had a serious D/s relationship, she’d never experienced anything like this.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she mumbled. She blinked, trying to regain her bearings, aware of him moving around the room.
Master Michael had kept her on the edge for at least an hour, and before he’d allowed her a release, he had demanded that she gave everything she’d had to offer. In fact, she was sure he’d asked for more than she’d even known possible. It seemed he wasn’t satisfied with her just offering her body unconditionally to him. He wanted more.
The emotional aspects that he’d tapped into tonight bothered her. She’d never felt vulnerable before. She’d always been in control of herself—she set the ground rules with her Dominants and greeted each situation with abandon, riding each powerful experience to a thrilling orgasm. The high she got from each scene kept her sane.
Master Michael, with his gentle yet uncompromising ways, went beyond simple whip-wielding. He’d succeeded in forcing her into a submissive mindset, something she’d always resisted.
“I’ll be right with you,” he said, his voice rich and husky.
Sydney thought she had nodded, but she couldn’t be sure.
She heard water running in the attached bathroom then there was silence. She was grateful for a few moments alone. Unlike earlier, she needed to compose herself before facing him, and oddly, it was his earlier response that had given her the trust to stay on his bed, still bound, waiting. Most times, after she’d been satisfied, she’d thanked the man—taken care of him with a requisite blow job if he had seemed put out—then headed home and back to her life. But this time she was content to stay, at least for a while.
And honestly, now that she’d seen Master Michael’s naked chest and the tattoo that matched the brand she’d seen on the sign above the ranch’s entrance, she wanted him naked. Getting him off didn’t seem as if it would be a chore. In fact, she wanted his cock inside her.
His restraint amazed her. She’d noticed his erection, but he’d kept his attention solely on her. No doubt he had mad bedroom skills. More, though, he’d backed up his arrogant statements. The orgasm had been worth waiting for. It had lain curled inside, a throbbing, incessant demand that his strokes and ministrations fed, and when he had shoved her over the edge, it had been as if the physical sensation had clawed its way out.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt him sit on the mattress behind her. He was a big man, and the mattress was forced to yield to him, just as she had been.
“You’ll feel a little dampness,” he said.
He ran a cool washcloth over her back, across her shoulders. He lifted her hair to wipe her nape. Next, he lightly daubed her heated butt cheeks. She’d never been much for aftercare, preferring her own company and shower, but this felt luxurious.
“Shouldn’t have any marks tomorrow from my belt.”
“Then maybe you should have used it a little harder.” She looked back at him. His eyes were narrowed, and she wondered for a second if she’d gone too far. “I would love to see it in the mirror tomorrow as a reminder.”
“You are adventurous.”
“I think you knew that from the beginning, Sir.”
“Yeah. I did.”
“So are you going to fuck me?” She lifted her wrists as much as the rope would allow. “Or is this goodnight?” she asked, repeating his earlier question.
He wadded the washcloth then threw it, and she saw it land near his discarded shirt. He’d already tossed aside his belt. As she watched, transfixed, he unfastened the metal button at his waist then lowered the zipper on his jeans.
He was already fully erect, and she was surprised that he didn’t
Shattered.
Sydney was completely, totally shattered.
Despite the bondage, she collapsed, turning on her side. She dragged in several breaths. Even though she’d played with a number of Doms and had had a serious D/s relationship, she’d never experienced anything like this.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she mumbled. She blinked, trying to regain her bearings, aware of him moving around the room.
Master Michael had kept her on the edge for at least an hour, and before he’d allowed her a release, he had demanded that she gave everything she’d had to offer. In fact, she was sure he’d asked for more than she’d even known possible. It seemed he wasn’t satisfied with her just offering her body unconditionally to him. He wanted more.
The emotional aspects that he’d tapped into tonight bothered her. She’d never felt vulnerable before. She’d always been in control of herself—she set the ground rules with her Dominants and greeted each situation with abandon, riding each powerful experience to a thrilling orgasm. The high she got from each scene kept her sane.
Master Michael, with his gentle yet uncompromising ways, went beyond simple whip-wielding. He’d succeeded in forcing her into a submissive mindset, something she’d always resisted.
“I’ll be right with you,” he said, his voice rich and husky.
Sydney thought she had nodded, but she couldn’t be sure.
She heard water running in the attached bathroom then there was silence. She was grateful for a few moments alone. Unlike earlier, she needed to compose herself before facing him, and oddly, it was his earlier response that had given her the trust to stay on his bed, still bound, waiting. Most times, after she’d been satisfied, she’d thanked the man—taken care of him with a requisite blow job if he had seemed put out—then headed home and back to her life. But this time she was content to stay, at least for a while.
And honestly, now that she’d seen Master Michael’s naked chest and the tattoo that matched the brand she’d seen on the sign above the ranch’s entrance, she wanted him naked. Getting him off didn’t seem as if it would be a chore. In fact, she wanted his cock inside her.
His restraint amazed her. She’d noticed his erection, but he’d kept his attention solely on her. No doubt he had mad bedroom skills. More, though, he’d backed up his arrogant statements. The orgasm had been worth waiting for. It had lain curled inside, a throbbing, incessant demand that his strokes and ministrations fed, and when he had shoved her over the edge, it had been as if the physical sensation had clawed its way out.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt him sit on the mattress behind her. He was a big man, and the mattress was forced to yield to him, just as she had been.
“You’ll feel a little dampness,” he said.
He ran a cool washcloth over her back, across her shoulders. He lifted her hair to wipe her nape. Next, he lightly daubed her heated butt cheeks. She’d never been much for aftercare, preferring her own company and shower, but this felt luxurious.
“Shouldn’t have any marks tomorrow from my belt.”
“Then maybe you should have used it a little harder.” She looked back at him. His eyes were narrowed, and she wondered for a second if she’d gone too far. “I would love to see it in the mirror tomorrow as a reminder.”
“You are adventurous.”
“I think you knew that from the beginning, Sir.”
“Yeah. I did.”
“So are you going to fuck me?” She lifted her wrists as much as the rope would allow. “Or is this goodnight?” she asked, repeating his earlier question.
He wadded the washcloth then threw it, and she saw it land near his discarded shirt. He’d already tossed aside his belt. As she watched, transfixed, he unfastened the metal button at his waist then lowered the zipper on his jeans.
He was already fully erect, and she was surprised that he didn’t
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