Page 46 of Master

“Thank you, Sir,” Sasha purrs in my ear as we wait at the bar to grab a Jameson for me and a glass of bubbly for her. “I know you said we can’t play, but can we go down the hall?”

I sip my whiskey and savor the spicy flavor before responding to her. “I didn’t say we couldn’t play,mo mhuirnín.I told you I would not promise to go that far with you.” The way her face lights up, you’d think I wasn’t filling her pussy every morning, noon, and night.But exhibitionism hits a little differently. Even I can’t deny that.

“For now, we’ll see how you handle being in the hall,” I whisper, slipping her hand back into the crook of my arm. She squeezes my bicep with excitement as we walk into the dark. I let her set our leisurely pace, allowing her to choose which rooms we pass and which we pause at to watch the players on the other side.

Sasha’s gaze locks on a couple, and our already meandering pace slows to a crawl. On the other side of the sheet of glass, a beautiful blonde is on her knees servicing her Dom. She swallows his impressive length to the base, holding him in her throat as he rains a very skilled Florentine flogger over her arse or upper back.

Sasha lightly chews at her lower lip as we continue to gaze through the window. Shifting her weight, she squeezes her thighs together, trying to quell the need growing between them. “That’s fucking hot,” she mutters so softly it’s almost just a breath.

“It sure fucking is,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around her. But I’m not talking about the talented couple she has her eyes on. I’m not observing them. My eyes have been glued to Sasha and enjoying her growing arousal. I pull her back into my chest and let her feel my hard cock against her arse. “Is my dirty girl thinking about how badly she wants to taste my cock?”

“Yes, Sir.

“If I give you what you want”—I pause and run my tongue along the rim of her ear as she watches the man finish on the pretty blonde’s face—“are you going to take me down your tight throat and let me cover your tongue with cum?”

She teasingly rubs against my cock, and begs, “Please, Sir.” I grab her hand to lead her down the hall, and it is abundantly clear to me that while I might be her Dom,sheis the one in complete fucking control. With that sweet voice, I’d drop to my knees and feast on her pussy in the middle of Times Square if she asked me to.

When we find an empty room, I swipe my card over the lock and usher her inside. Unbuttoning my shirt and eyeing the floggers hanging on the wall, I command, “Shoes and dress off. Then climb on the lounger and put that sweet arse in the air for me.”

She follows my instructions, placing her knees in the dip of the of the tantra chaise and resting her body over the top. Her beautiful round arse juts into the air, and she licks her lips in anticipation of me filling her mouth.

“So fucking eager,” I groan, undoing my trousers and freeing my cock. The moment I reach her, she wraps her lips around me and swirls her soft tongue around my sensitive tip.Fuck that feels good.I drag the leather strands of the flogger over her bare backside as she worships my cock. She alternates between licking and kissing along my shaft and impressively swallowing me to the hilt, leaving me struggling to safely work the flogger against her.

Her gorgeous chocolate eyes stare up at my body as she forces her lips to the base of my shaft. She holds me deep in the confines of her throat. I increase the intensity of the flogger, and a pleasurable moan rattles from her chest, vibrating along my cock as it constricts her already tight throat. “Fuck!” I grit, fighting back the overwhelming need to prematurely spill down her throat.

“I wish you could see how fucking stunning you are when you swallow my cock,” I muse. Sasha pulls from me with a heavy gasp. Her thick spittle dangles from both her lips and my cock, the thread breaking when a smile spreads across her face. “Or how fucking spectacular your arse looks as I paint it red with streaks from my flogger.”

Wrapping her lips around my cock again, she stares up at me as she bobs her mouth over my length.Such a talented fucking tongue…Her saliva-dampened palms slide over my muscular thighs, and she grips the back of my legs. She opens her mouth and pulls lightly at the back of my thighs. “Are you asking me to fuck your pretty mouth, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her hair and lightly gripping the back of her head.

Her incoherent answer vibrates around my cock. She repeats the vibration, adding a nod to be clear, and I drop the flogger to the floor. “I’ll start with your mouth, but I’m going to bury myself down your throat and fuck it raw.” I slide my hand along her arm to her hand at the back of my thigh. “If it’s too much, pinch me three times because I’m not stopping until I’m ready to fill your mouth.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

SASHA

Liam’s hand slides from mine, along my arm, and laces through my hair. Cupping the back of my head with both hands, he works himself in and out of my mouth. Slowly at first, but quickly becoming feral, his eyes darken, and his short thrusts grow rapid. His fingers tighten in my locks, and he commands, “Breathe.”

I hastily suck in a deep breath, and he chases it down my throat with his cock. My lips crash against his base as he forces me to abruptly swallow every inch of him. His groans and grunts fill the room, his long, deep thrusts not once pulling him from my throat. He throat-fucks me hard, relentlessly thrusting into me until my lungs begin to burn with need for more air. I’m about to pinch his thigh when he retreats to my mouth, just enough to allow me to take a quick breath.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” Liam grits, driving himself into my throat with every word. His hold in my hair sears my scalp when he flexes his fingers, and I can’t stifle the moan that rattles from me. He grows more rigid as the vibrations rise from my lungs, and it’s his undoing.

Quickly wrapping his fist around the base of his shaft, he pulls from my throat. He pumps the head of his cock into my mouth a few more times while he fists the base of his shaft. “Fuck!” he roars so loudly when he comes, I’d be surprised if the lounge wasn’t notified of his release. His cum shoots over my tongue, and I swallow him down. I lick and suck at his cock until my tongue has washed away every hint of his salty release.

Tucking his spent length back into his pants, Liam walks along the chaise with his fingers dusting along the bare skin of my spine. “They had the pleasure of watching you worship my cock until I came in your mouth,” Liam opines, glancing at the sea of people watching from the hall. He quickly returns his full attention to me as he falls to his knees at my feet. “Do you think they deserve to watch as I worship your pussy until you do the same?”

I’m not provided a chance to answer. Liam grips my legs and yanks me down the lounger until my hips are resting on the swell before his face. Tearing my panties to the side, he buries his face into me from behind. “Fuckmo mhuirnín,” he groans into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

Liam’s tongue swirls over and around my clit, the groans he makes from the enjoyment he gets pleasuring me matches my moans and whimpers as he expertly works me toward my release. I come fast and hard, my cries of pleasure filling the room when the orgrasm building at my core fires through me.But it’s not enough for him.Liam wraps his arms around my ass and pulls me into him and the chaise, holding me in place so that he can continue to assault my sensitive clit with his tongue.

“Thank you, Sir,” I pant as Liam brings me over the edge once more. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, and I squirm in his tight hold. He rests the tip of his tongue on my clit, thenslowly drags it through my pussy, applying more pressure with the flat of his tongue as he licks my entrance. “One more for me.”

Darting his tongue into me, Liam tongue-fucks my pussy and licks my clit until my hips are bucking wildly against his face. My clit throbs, and I need him to make me come again as badly as I need him to stop. “Fuck!” It’s my turn to cry out. Reaching behind me, I slide my fingers into Liam’s hair and fist it tightly. I hold him firmly against me and move my hips to where I need him. He gives me exactly what I need, and I completely unfurl. My orgasm loud, and my release exceptionally wet.

“Good fucking girl,” Liam pulls his face from between my thighs, revealing his damp scruff and glistening skin. He rubs his hands along my slick thighs as he makes his way to his feet. A playful half-smirk pulls at the right corner of his mouth, and he teases, “You might be a little too messy to play with in public.”

I climb from the chaise as Liam closes the blinds, giving us privacy to clean up and get dressed. After Liam cleans the remnants of his blowjob from my face and my release from my thighs, I slip back into my silky dress. Watching Liam dress, I draw his attention to the rather obvious stain—one of us left—on the thigh of his pants. “Fucking hell,” he huffs with a laugh, untucking his shirt.

Liam walks me to the bar and hoists me onto a stool before flagging down Jorge. Garnering his attention, he asks, “By chance, do you have a spare pair of trousers in your locker?”

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