Page 66 of Master of My Heart

He groaned softly as she worked. A few times, he pressed the back of her head forward until his cock was deep in her throat, her lips flush against his balls. She struggled slightly, as she knew he liked, but knew he would release her in time to get air. He really didn’t get off on hurting her too much. He just wanted her to know he was in control. And she accepted that.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, tapped on the screen a few times, then put it back. When he yanked her hair, she pulled back and looked up. “I’m going to fuck you. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the wall.”

Sabrina obeyed. He pushed her skirt up to expose her ass. “God, I wish I had my cane,” he said, running his hands over her skin. “Absolute silence,” he murmured as he pushed her thong aside and thrust deep inside her in one movement. She winced as he dug his fingernails into her hips, thrusting with long, languid strokes, in no hurry.

A few times, she heard voices carry from other parts of the roof, but he kept moving and she couldn’t do anything except let him. The moon was bright enough that she saw shapes and shadows around her, but not much else.

Aiden ran his thumb over her asshole, making her suck in a breath. Would he fuck her ass? He’d threatened to on Wednesday, but she was relieved when he didn’t. She hadn’t had anal in so long, she was certain it would be incredibly painful if he did.

“Someday soon, I’m going to take you here,” he growled, pressing his finger in slightly. She hissed softly, but he didn’t go any farther than that.

The slow thrusts began to feel good and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. Her mouth opened and she gasped softly when he reached forward and flicked her clit.

“Shh.”

She pressed her lips together and tried to ignore the building pleasure inside her. She grasped the edge of the low wall and closed her eyes, wondering if she could come silently. She imagined clenching around him as he throbbed inside her, pleasure filling her as it had so many times the other night.

He grasped her hips, thrust deeper, and groaned low as she felt him pulsating inside her. He was coming hard, judging by the feeling of his fingers digging into her hips. But he was quiet.

“Ah, there you are Aiden.”

The voice made her jump, but Aiden didn’t seem surprised. He gave a few tiny thrusts as footsteps approached, then pulled out. “Stay there,” he growled.

Sabrina glanced back and saw him shaking hands with a tall blond man she didn’t know.

“What’s this?” the man asked.

Aiden grinned. “This is her.”

The man turned and studied her backside, then looked at her face. She was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see much, but it was clear what she and Aiden had done. She smelled sex in the air.

“Fucking a ballerina at a donor party, Aiden? How... crude.”

Aiden laughed softly as the man chuckled. He reached out and caressed Sabrina’s ass. She didn’t dare move, even as the man reached lower and stroked her clit. She jerked with his gentle movements, so close to an orgasm. Her head hung down and she gasped for breath. Every movement made her feel like she was going to explode, but he stopped touching her a moment later. She bit back a moan of disappointment.

“How have things been?” Aiden asked the man.

“Good. Busy and productive.” He laughed. “I can see you’ve been the same. How many in your harem this time?”

“She gave herself to me completely, as long as I promised to keep my hands off the other dancers.”

“Really?” the blond man was silent for a long time. Sabrina looked back to see him studying her. “Interesting.”

“You want a go?” Aiden asked, motioning to Sabrina.

The other man smiled. “No, thank you. Maybe another time.”

Sabrina looked away, confused. A man who didn’t want to have sex with her? That never happened.

Aiden smacked her ass lightly. “Get out of here. We have business to discuss.”

Sabrina straightened quickly and fixed her dress before hurrying away.

She felt dirty and disgusting as she moved to the other side of the roof to calm down before going back downstairs. Tears burned her eyes, and no matter how much she tried to reassure herself that it would be okay, that she could handle this, it didn’t help her feel any better. A few precious weeks of freedom was all she had before losing it all over again.

But Aiden would be gone after the first of the year. Then she could try again.

She wiped the tears away and focused on the future. She could handle a few months of this.

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