as hard and fast as you want.”
Her mind was swimming over the idea of him taking her while the plug was still in her ass. No doubt he read that thought.
“I’m leaving the plug in. You’re going to be doubly filled, doubly taken. Each thrust I make is going to feel like two cocks possessing your body, claiming you, owning you. Call me master. Just once and you can have it all.”
She felt his hand working at the front of his pants and she was amazed to realize this whole time, he’d been fully dressed. She gasped when his cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her ass. It felt hot and hard and thick and long. Her mouth watered for more. For everything he promised.
It was his fantasy—this Domination and submission thing—but suddenly it felt as if he’d ripped the dream straight from her most secret, most hidden place. Pulling it out into the light and offering it to her on a silver platter. Reed was leading her into fantasies she’d never considered before.
He rubbed his cock along her slit, using her juices to ease his path. “Call me master. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything you want, Frankie.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her resistance shot. “Fuck me, master.”
His hands moved like lightning as he donned a condom. Before she had time to consider or regret her words, he was there—inside her, pounding away at her aching, hungry flesh. He was giving her everything she wanted, everything she needed and more.
She cried out, her fingers scratching the perfect surface of his desk. She liked that thought. Liked the idea of leaving him a tangible memory of this experience. God knew she’d never forget it.
Soon, she felt her body move to a higher plane, a place she’d never seen, never knew existed and her words took on a life of their own as he slammed into her harder, faster.
“Master, master, master, master.” The word became her mantra as he pushed her deeper into bliss, into an erotic paradise.”
Her body trembled as an orgasm ripped through her. She yelled, but he didn’t give way, didn’t stop his gorgeous assault.
“Again,” he demanded when she started to come down.
She didn’t know if he meant for her to come or call him master once more, so she did both.
“God, master,” she cried as another quick, sharp climax gripped her.
He joined her in this fall, dropping to his elbows, surrounding her with his strength, his weight, his protection.
She shivered as the final word passed through her subconscious. Protection? She didn’t need to be protected. She’d always scoffed at being coddled. She was an intelligent, independent woman. She didn’t need a man in her life.
Her heart lurched on the word need .
She might not need one, but as God was her witness, she suddenly wanted one.
She wanted this one.
Chapter Four
Frankie leaned back in her office chair and sighed. She rubbed her weary eyes, wondering when she’d last looked away from the computer screen.
Her cell rang. She picked the Droid up from her desk, looked at the caller ID and groaned. She briefly toyed with letting the call go to voice mail, but she’d put off talking to her mother long enough.
She hit the send button. “Hi Mom.”
“Happy Birthday, baby!”
“Thanks. You’re about a month late.”
“I’ve called you every week since the day, but I can’t ever seem to catch you when your phone is on.”
Frankie felt more than a twinge of guilt at her mother’s words. She’d been avoiding her calls. Between starting the new job and the wager with Reed, she’d never felt mentally up for a conversation with her mother. Talking to Georgia Carlyle was taxing on the best of days.
Frankie glanced at the clock. It was nearly ten p.m.
“You’re up late.” Typically, her mother was in bed before nine.
“Well, it was your father’s turn to host poker night, so I’ve been very busy. Who knew four men could eat and drink so much? I just finished cleaning up.”
Frankie sighed.
Her mind was swimming over the idea of him taking her while the plug was still in her ass. No doubt he read that thought.
“I’m leaving the plug in. You’re going to be doubly filled, doubly taken. Each thrust I make is going to feel like two cocks possessing your body, claiming you, owning you. Call me master. Just once and you can have it all.”
She felt his hand working at the front of his pants and she was amazed to realize this whole time, he’d been fully dressed. She gasped when his cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her ass. It felt hot and hard and thick and long. Her mouth watered for more. For everything he promised.
It was his fantasy—this Domination and submission thing—but suddenly it felt as if he’d ripped the dream straight from her most secret, most hidden place. Pulling it out into the light and offering it to her on a silver platter. Reed was leading her into fantasies she’d never considered before.
He rubbed his cock along her slit, using her juices to ease his path. “Call me master. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything you want, Frankie.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her resistance shot. “Fuck me, master.”
His hands moved like lightning as he donned a condom. Before she had time to consider or regret her words, he was there—inside her, pounding away at her aching, hungry flesh. He was giving her everything she wanted, everything she needed and more.
She cried out, her fingers scratching the perfect surface of his desk. She liked that thought. Liked the idea of leaving him a tangible memory of this experience. God knew she’d never forget it.
Soon, she felt her body move to a higher plane, a place she’d never seen, never knew existed and her words took on a life of their own as he slammed into her harder, faster.
“Master, master, master, master.” The word became her mantra as he pushed her deeper into bliss, into an erotic paradise.”
Her body trembled as an orgasm ripped through her. She yelled, but he didn’t give way, didn’t stop his gorgeous assault.
“Again,” he demanded when she started to come down.
She didn’t know if he meant for her to come or call him master once more, so she did both.
“God, master,” she cried as another quick, sharp climax gripped her.
He joined her in this fall, dropping to his elbows, surrounding her with his strength, his weight, his protection.
She shivered as the final word passed through her subconscious. Protection? She didn’t need to be protected. She’d always scoffed at being coddled. She was an intelligent, independent woman. She didn’t need a man in her life.
Her heart lurched on the word need .
She might not need one, but as God was her witness, she suddenly wanted one.
She wanted this one.
Chapter Four
Frankie leaned back in her office chair and sighed. She rubbed her weary eyes, wondering when she’d last looked away from the computer screen.
Her cell rang. She picked the Droid up from her desk, looked at the caller ID and groaned. She briefly toyed with letting the call go to voice mail, but she’d put off talking to her mother long enough.
She hit the send button. “Hi Mom.”
“Happy Birthday, baby!”
“Thanks. You’re about a month late.”
“I’ve called you every week since the day, but I can’t ever seem to catch you when your phone is on.”
Frankie felt more than a twinge of guilt at her mother’s words. She’d been avoiding her calls. Between starting the new job and the wager with Reed, she’d never felt mentally up for a conversation with her mother. Talking to Georgia Carlyle was taxing on the best of days.
Frankie glanced at the clock. It was nearly ten p.m.
“You’re up late.” Typically, her mother was in bed before nine.
“Well, it was your father’s turn to host poker night, so I’ve been very busy. Who knew four men could eat and drink so much? I just finished cleaning up.”
Frankie sighed.
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