his hand locked over her mouth, and
tried to be a good submissive slave.
“No, Joanna,” he whispered softly
into her ear. “I’m not fooled.”
He cleared his throat then, and
when he continued his tone was conversational. “Rafael, why don’t you eat her?”
“My pleasure, sir.”
Joanna was incredulous, but she
heard the sound of a hat hitting the opposite seat. She felt the other man get
into the car. She tried to kick but he grabbed both of her knees, spreading her
knees wide and holding her down. Joanna struggled against the seatbelt, against
three strong male hands, went wild when she saw the camera flash through her
blindfold.
There was nothing she could do to
free herself.
“Helpless to desire,” the Master
murmured. “That’s what happens when you really submit to the Plume.”
Joanna felt the heat of Rafael’s
breath on her thighs, the resolute grip of his hands on her knees. She bared
her teeth and tried to cry out as Rafael’s tongue flicked against her clitoris.
He ate her with gentle persistence, using his tongue and his teeth and
eventually, his fingers. She was trapped, helpless to his touch.
Being photographed at it.
Something snapped in her mind
then, an acknowledgement that she was not in control, that there was nothing
she could do to change her situation, that she was completely at the Master’s
mercy. Joanna shuddered, the tremor running through her body from head to toe.
She was defeated. She was claimed.
And it felt good. Shock flooded
through her mind, then sensation took over completely. Her skin tingled, her
blood was pumping, her sex was vibrating. Rafael’s tongue was dangerous and
potent, his touch driving her absolutely wild.
Joanna could smell the leather of
the Master’s glove, feel his power and his tenderness. She felt as if she would
explode. She squirmed but Rafael held fast – and so did the Master.
“What if we did share you?” the
Master murmured. “What if he ate you while I took you from behind?”
The idea astonished her so
completely that Joanna froze.
She tried to make a cry of
protest, but failed. The Master moved his hand, cupping the back of her neck
again, and kissed her once again. His mouth locked over hers, silencing her as
effectively as his gloved hand. His tongue danced with hers, his kiss both
punishing and demanding.
There was nothing she could
control, nothing she could do to stop the pleasure was surging through her body
with new power. Joanna surrendered. She sighed and softened, and abandoned her
need to control her fate.
She was the Master’s possession,
for better or for worse. The Master’s kiss awakened a secret desire deep inside
her, one she hadn’t known she had. She’d felt it resonating since meeting the
Countess and only now – helpless to the Master’s demands – did she
succumb to it.
Heat flooded through her. Her skin
tingled and her desire roared. She’d never felt so alive and so potent. She
found her back arching and heard surprise rumble in the Master’s chest. She
felt her hips buck, felt the seatbelt hold her as securely ad Rafael and the
Master. The Master’s hand closed over her breast, teasing the nipple to a peak,
making her squirm with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Rafael ate her. Her
clitoris was full and hard, swollen and more wet than ever before. Rafael
braced one shoulder against her knee and massaged her thighs. She thought she
had a reprieve, then his fingers slipped inside of her. He was wearing those
leather gloves, his touch strong and sure. She hadn’t lied about her affection
for leather, after all. The smooth feel of it was driving her crazy.
The Master deepened his kiss,
sucking on her tongue, insisting that she meet his passion halfway. He cupped
her face in his massive leather-clad palm, holding her helpless, just the way
she was realizing she liked it. Joanna pressed herself against him, grinding
herself against the seat, wanting him to take her over and over again.
She was lost in
tried to be a good submissive slave.
“No, Joanna,” he whispered softly
into her ear. “I’m not fooled.”
He cleared his throat then, and
when he continued his tone was conversational. “Rafael, why don’t you eat her?”
“My pleasure, sir.”
Joanna was incredulous, but she
heard the sound of a hat hitting the opposite seat. She felt the other man get
into the car. She tried to kick but he grabbed both of her knees, spreading her
knees wide and holding her down. Joanna struggled against the seatbelt, against
three strong male hands, went wild when she saw the camera flash through her
blindfold.
There was nothing she could do to
free herself.
“Helpless to desire,” the Master
murmured. “That’s what happens when you really submit to the Plume.”
Joanna felt the heat of Rafael’s
breath on her thighs, the resolute grip of his hands on her knees. She bared
her teeth and tried to cry out as Rafael’s tongue flicked against her clitoris.
He ate her with gentle persistence, using his tongue and his teeth and
eventually, his fingers. She was trapped, helpless to his touch.
Being photographed at it.
Something snapped in her mind
then, an acknowledgement that she was not in control, that there was nothing
she could do to change her situation, that she was completely at the Master’s
mercy. Joanna shuddered, the tremor running through her body from head to toe.
She was defeated. She was claimed.
And it felt good. Shock flooded
through her mind, then sensation took over completely. Her skin tingled, her
blood was pumping, her sex was vibrating. Rafael’s tongue was dangerous and
potent, his touch driving her absolutely wild.
Joanna could smell the leather of
the Master’s glove, feel his power and his tenderness. She felt as if she would
explode. She squirmed but Rafael held fast – and so did the Master.
“What if we did share you?” the
Master murmured. “What if he ate you while I took you from behind?”
The idea astonished her so
completely that Joanna froze.
She tried to make a cry of
protest, but failed. The Master moved his hand, cupping the back of her neck
again, and kissed her once again. His mouth locked over hers, silencing her as
effectively as his gloved hand. His tongue danced with hers, his kiss both
punishing and demanding.
There was nothing she could
control, nothing she could do to stop the pleasure was surging through her body
with new power. Joanna surrendered. She sighed and softened, and abandoned her
need to control her fate.
She was the Master’s possession,
for better or for worse. The Master’s kiss awakened a secret desire deep inside
her, one she hadn’t known she had. She’d felt it resonating since meeting the
Countess and only now – helpless to the Master’s demands – did she
succumb to it.
Heat flooded through her. Her skin
tingled and her desire roared. She’d never felt so alive and so potent. She
found her back arching and heard surprise rumble in the Master’s chest. She
felt her hips buck, felt the seatbelt hold her as securely ad Rafael and the
Master. The Master’s hand closed over her breast, teasing the nipple to a peak,
making her squirm with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Rafael ate her. Her
clitoris was full and hard, swollen and more wet than ever before. Rafael
braced one shoulder against her knee and massaged her thighs. She thought she
had a reprieve, then his fingers slipped inside of her. He was wearing those
leather gloves, his touch strong and sure. She hadn’t lied about her affection
for leather, after all. The smooth feel of it was driving her crazy.
The Master deepened his kiss,
sucking on her tongue, insisting that she meet his passion halfway. He cupped
her face in his massive leather-clad palm, holding her helpless, just the way
she was realizing she liked it. Joanna pressed herself against him, grinding
herself against the seat, wanting him to take her over and over again.
She was lost in
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