PrimeDefender by Ann Jacobs Page A

when
you touch me.”
    She laughed. “It’s been a long time since I
locked up this naughty boy. Would you like to keep him this way? After all this
time, I think I can trust you not to chase other women if you say you won’t.”
    Matt planted a hand on Keisha’s butt and
pulled her hard against his torso. “Why would I want to chase women when I
belong to the best one of them all? I’m your devoted slave, remember?”
    “Even now while you’re my Master?”
    “Even now.” Turning on his side, he ran his
hand up the silky length of her back.
    When she wrapped one leg around his torso,
his dick slid between her moist, warm thighs. She looked into his eyes. “God
baby, I love you. I don’t even mind being your slave, and that’s something I
promised myself when I was twenty that I’d never do—never hand over control of
my body to any man. I’m game to renegotiate our contract before we make another
power switch.” When she raised her lips, he claimed them with a hard, hungry
kiss.
    “May I—”
    “Don’t ask, just fuck me.” She closed her
arms around him then whispered in his ear. “Please, Master.”
    Flexing his hips, he entered her in one
long, deep thrust. “You like this, do you?”
    “Oh yeah. I love having your cock inside
me.”
    He liked being inside her, too. Not just
the physical sensation but also the sense of closeness, of belonging—of their
commitment to each other no matter who was holding the reins. “My cock loves
being inside you, too. Roll on your back and let me fuck you hard.”
    When she did he followed, propping his
upper body on his hands so as not to squash her. Damn, she felt good,
especially when her legs came around his waist and held him as though she’d
never let him go.
    As she did so often now, Keisha framed his
face between her hands and looked into his eyes as he moved on her slow and
easy as though time had no meaning.
    It didn’t. Not with them. Matt could stay
this way forever, loving this woman who’d offered the one thing he’d needed as
a young, troubled man—the control she’d given back to him when he’d persuaded
her she needed his strength to fight the weight demon that had begun to
undermine her health. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”
    “Hard. Fast. Show me who’s boss and make me
like it.”
    So typical. Submissive or not, Keisha
didn’t have slow and easy in her vocabulary. She went into everything like gangbusters,
whether it was her career or diet, or sex. It made no difference whether she
was Mistress or slave. “Hold on.” Grasping her shoulders to steady her on the
bed, he fucked her hard and deep, faster and faster.
    The way she held on, the pressure of her
cunt against his straining dick, had him gasping, trying in vain to control the
need to come now , ease the raging lust that drove him to pound into her
body. She strained upward, took him even deeper. His balls tightened.
    He was too close. “Damn it, come now.”
    “Oh yeah. I’m comin’.”
    When she tightened her legs around him and
clutched his shoulders, he felt her cunt contract around his cock. Her breathy
moans mingled with his shout of satisfaction as they came in unison.
    Not Master and slave, nor Mistress and
slave. Not tonight. Tonight they were just lovers taking their vanilla pleasure
together.

Chapter Three
    The following April…
     
    “See you in an hour,” Matt told Keisha as
he dropped her off at the doctor’s office for a final checkup. He’d stay and
wait for her as he usually did, but he had something else on his mind.
    He needed to put his old hang-ups to rest,
for good, because if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to give her what she
wanted most—a family of their own. After he watched her go inside Dr. Stein’s
office, he pulled into a parking slot across the courtyard and went to see the
psychologist who’d been treating him—make that talking with him—for the past
six months. Steeling his nerves against the panic that