Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page A

her. He then plunged his fingers into her questing channel as she tried to raise her bottom to increase the pressure of his touch. He lightly slapped her butt again and said, “I won’t warn you again, slave. Who is in charge here?”
    “You are, Master. You are,” she said desperately. She was almost to the point of begging when he rose above her, positioned his straining shaft at the entrance to her needy pussy, and drove home with a loud groan. “Oh thank God. I couldn’t wait another minute, Master.”
    He plunged into her with long and slow strokes and a restrained power that took her breath away. She rose to meet the powerful strokes of his rigid cock as he withdrew and plunged again and again. He supported his considerable weight with his muscular arms, the dark hair on his wide, powerful chest tickling her back. When she had reached as high as she could, he said, “Come now, slave,” and he drove her over the crest of the wave to completion, and she coasted on to the shore of contentment with a sigh.
    He held his still twitching cock deep in her pulsing channel as his heart calmed to a dull roar. With blood still pounding in his ears, he began a slow, steady, rocking stroke that quickly brought her to a second stunning climax. He collapsed as fulfillment overcame him, and they drifted into a light sleep still connected in the most intimate way.

Chapter Ten
     
    Paula just loved the enormous mosquito-netted bed in the Sea Island Suite. Trent always reserved that suite when available for their occasional weekends at the club. It was so romantic and sexy, just like Trent.
    She was curled up on the yummy bed waiting for him. He had said he had a surprise for her after dinner, but his surprises were not always good. Like that first weekend when he had spanked her, all because of a misunderstanding. To be truthful, she still had not completely forgiven him for that. Of course, her birthday present, one day a year as the Domme, the one on top, made up for a lot.
    He was just gorgeous. She thought of him as a Nordic god, or a Viking warrior. She just never got tired of looking at him. He was tall and well-built with wavy, blond hair and chocolate-brown eyes she could drown in. Besides being extremely handsome and successful, he was a genuinely kind and caring person with a strong moral code. She really did admire him. She was reluctant to consider what else she might feel for him. For now, they were having fun and games.
    “Paula, where are you, babe?” he called as he entered the suite.
    “I’m in bed, waiting for you,” she replied with a grin.
    He strode into the bedroom and the “Master” mode slipped over his shoulders like a royal mantle. “Strip, sub,” he said with the edge of command in his voice. “Kneel on the bench, and bend over the footboard.”
    Oh crap! My least favorite position. Well, let’s see what he has in store this time. Grumbling, she did as he commanded, slipping out of the silky, red nightshirt she wore unbuttoned with nothing under it. She tensed slightly as she assumed the position.
     
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    He could see her butt muscles quivering. He would have to do something about that, or this little surprise was not going to work out too well.
    He stepped up behind her and ran his fingers down her spine and over her butt. “Relax, sub. There’s nothing to worry about. Your Master has everything under control.” He gave her butt a light smack and continued massaging her bottom until her muscles eased slightly. “Spread your legs, and arch your back,” he commanded. When her legs parted, he ran his finger down between her butt cheeks until he reached her rapidly dampening pussy. He circled his finger lightly around her slick clit and through her pouting lips. He avoided contact with the needy little bundle of nerves hiding at the top of her slit. He knew that drove her crazy and that she would try to maneuver herself to make that desperate contact, giving him the opportunity to