Page 17 of Watch Me

Soon, the Master’s buttocks are clenching. He fists his slut’s red hair and thrusts deep in her mouth. Micah apparently got his urge to come under control and now pounds her like a man possessed, beads of sweat dripping down his temples. The woman’s skin warms to an even more delicious shade of aroused rose as she writhes between the two men, giving and receiving pleasure.

Soon, her Master tenses, shouts, then erupts into the woman’s mouth, his body jolting with ecstasy.

“Come!” he shouts at the others.

They do. Bucking and rocking and groaning loudly in unison.

Moments later, Micah withdraws from the woman’s well-fucked pussy and disposes of his condom.

The Master bestows a brotherly handshake on him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. She’s one hell of a fuck,” Micah comments. “You’re lucky, man.”

The Master nods smugly, then Micah disappears through the door from which he’d emerged. When the Master turns his profile to the audience, he’s already hard again. Beside me, Shanna sucks in a breath as he removes his leather pants and struts around the stage naked so we—and everyone else—can see his monster cock.

Without a word to his woman, he releases her ankles and flips her onto her belly. As her arms cross above her head, he urges her to curl her knees under her body, then smacks her ass a half dozen times in harsh, regulated swats. The woman tenses, then groans like his blows are a supreme pleasure.

Abruptly, the Master stops and reaches for the table on the far side of the bed, returning moments later with a palmful oflube which he slides over his erection, then slathers more over the rosette bisecting his woman’s reddening ass.

He nestles his crest at her back opening and slowly penetrates her, holding her still while he reaches beneath her to fondle her clit. She writhes and moans under him, begging incoherently for more.

“Good girl. Watching you get fucked turns me on, but fucking you myself is heaven. You accept my cock wherever I put it, don’t you?”

“Yes! Master, yes!”

Shanna crosses her legs and squirms again. “Is he…having anal sex with her?”

I nod. “It’s another show of her submission to him.”

She draws in a sharp breath. Even in this light, it’s impossible to miss her nipples standing like diamond-hard tips under her shirt. Oh, another something on my long list of things to do to Shanna's sweet body once I have her consent. For now, I manage to repress my excitement—barely.

“Seen enough?”

“What?” Shanna tears her eyes from the couple reluctantly. “O-oh, yes. More than enough.”

Liar.

I stand and help her to her feet, then guide her back into the well-lit hallway. Flushed cheeks, rapid breaths, pulse beating at her neck… If she owns a vibrator, I’m sure it will get a strenuous workout this afternoon. It’s the first time I’ve ever been jealous of plastic and batteries. I would offer myself up for her use…but she’s too agitated and on edge now. If I push her too hard, too fast, she’ll run in the other direction. I can be patient and work the situation to my advantage.

“So, the scene…” I mention casually. “How does tomorrow night sound for catching a blackmailer? I will make sure the room is free then.”

“Wait. I haven’t made up my mind.”

“Whatever you think is best. Since you’re the one with an upcoming competition and a blackmailer with an ax to grind, this is your decision.”

She sighs in annoyance, clearly disliking the reminder that her options are limited. “All right. Tomorrow night.”

I repress my smile of triumph. “Be here by nine. What sort of scene should I set up? Something for you alone?”

Shanna pales before she musters her bravado and lifts her chin. “Maybe…you should participate, too. But don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea?”

“This is strictly business. I need to find out who’s trying to sabotage me. You need to know who’s jeopardizing your club. This isn't the start of anything. This isn’t personal.”

If she thinks that, despite the fact I’ll be the one making her come, she’s sorely mistaken. “Of course not.”

“And I’m not sleeping with you.”

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