Page 28 of Master

Plunging my fingers back into her, I grind them against her walls. She whimpers and cries as I both pleasure her and leave a painful trail of bites along her thigh. She tenses when I reach the scars—clearly left by Isaac—on her upper thigh. “Hurt. Not harm. I’ll teach you how fucking good my pain can feel,” I promise, peppering soft, wet kisses over every crude line.

Rubbing my thumb over her clit and curling my fingers inside her, I sink my teeth into her skin and suck her meaty upper thigh into my mouth. A pained mewl falls from her trembling lower lip, and I release the now-bruising flesh. “You’ll learn to give yourself over to the torment of my pain.” Pressing my lips to the deep purple mark, I leave a soft kiss. “Because this gorgeous fucking body is my thank you for the gift of your submission.”

Staring at the marks left on her, I pick up my speed until I’m thrusting into her rapidly. I fuck her with my hand until I’ve pulled three more orgasms from her, and the creamy skin of her thighs tells the story of how I claimed her as my submissive.

I rub my fingers over her mound, spreading her glistening slick over her skin. We’re both covered in her, and she’s lying—fully fucking satiated—in a puddle on my couch. Lifting my hand, I give her pussy another firm slap. She moans with pleasure, and I can’t help the delighted smile that spreads across my face. “Such a good fucking student,” I groan, lifting my fingers covered in her to my mouth. Licking from my palm to my fingertips, I relish in her taste as I settle between her thighs.

As much as I would enjoy marking every last inch of her with my mouth as she spends the night coming around my fingers, I can’t deny the need to sink my cock, which is tenting my sweatpants, into her. I fist her hips and yank her arse through the puddle beneath her until she’s teetering on the edge of the couch. Her legs fall wide, putting her on full display for me.It’s a fuckinginvitation.I press the thick head of my cock to her dripping entrance, but she’s so fucking tight that it feels like I’m trying to push into a cock ring a size—or two—too small.

“You’re going to take me, and I will not be gentle,” I insist with my tip pressed into her wetness. “Cry if you need to. Let me know how good it hurts when I stretch out your tight little pussy.” I hold her in place by gripping her hips and shove the entirety of me into her with a single thrust. “Fuuuuck,” I grit through my clenched jaw as I quickly bury myself to the hilt, listening to a pained scream of bliss that rises from her lungs.

I slowly pull back a couple of inches from the tight vise of cunt, and her thighs tremble violently. “It’s… it’s too …big,” she pants her complaint as I slide back into her.

“It’s not too big, sweetheart. Every inch of me is inside you.” I take her hands, pull them to where our bodies meet, and rub them through the short tuft of hair surrounding my base. Placing her hands on her slippery thighs, I help her to pull the tight hole wider. Providing a little reprieve for us both, I command, “You can take me. Hold yourself open while I fuck you.”

True to my word, I’m not gentle.Not that I could be if I tried.Every brutal thrust of my hips is fueled with unbridled carnal desire.I fucking need her.I slam into her, our skin clapping as my balls slap her arse from the savage way I claim her. She cries and moans through my thrusts, each bringing her quickly toward another release.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt.Too fucking good.

Sasha’s fingernails dig into the skin beside her pussy, and she struggles to maintain her hold when her thighs begin to shake uncontrollably. “I’m going to come again,” she breathlessly cries.

Me fucking too, sweetheart.

“Soak us with your sweet fucking release,” I demand, adding my thumb to her clit to push her over the edge. Her back arches as she writhes against the couch, screaming my name as she sprays over us both.

Pulling out, I vigorously fist my cock. “Fuuuuuuck!” I groan, painting my release over her glistening mound. My chest heaves—struggling to slow my loud, heavy breaths—as I watch our cum mix and drip down her swollen lips.

Sasha releases the tight hold on her thighs, revealing the bloody half-moons where her nails pressed through her flesh. When I melt into the couch beside her, she breathlessly exhales, “Thank you, Sir.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

SASHA

Sir?

The word spilled from my lips without a passing thought.It’s what he is.While I have the option to walk away and end this arrangement at any point in time—something my prior Doms would have never stood for—he requested full control of me as his student.

Complete power.

24/7governance.

My Sir.

Believing in his expertise, I followed my gut and trusted him enough to offer him my whole agency. The reservations I had are slowly subsiding—but definitely not entirely dissipating—with every day I spend getting to know him.

“I tend to prefer Master, but I do like the way ‘Sir’ trembles from those pouty lips of yours.” Liam slips his hands beneath me and pulls my exhausted body into his. He rests my face against his bare chest and tucks my hair behind my ear. Sweeping his armunderneath my thighs, he cradles me as he rises to his feet. “It will be my honor to be your Sir.”

He carries me across the apartment, and his words play on repeat in my euphoria-muddled thoughts.It will be my honor.Not his will. Not his command. His talk about dominance and submission isn’t bullshit. He isn’t taking or demanding my submission; he wants me to give it to him.

Cradled in his arms, Liam carries me down the hallway and into my ensuite. He lowers me to my feet, keeping a strong arm wrapped around my waist to hold me tightly to him as he turns the knob for the shower.

“What are you doing?” I utter, confused by his softness.

Liam tests the water with his hand. Confident it has warmed sufficiently, he walks us both under the stream. He pulls my back to his chest and continues to hold me snugly against him as he fills his hand with pumps of my body wash. Rubbing the rosewater-and-jasmine-scented suds over my stomach and down my thighs, a coy smile pulls at his lips when he finally answers, “You made quite the mess of us both, sweetheart. I’m cleaning us up.”

“Why?” I blurt, my tone inadvertently rude. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his gesture, but it’s a far cry from how I’ve been treated in the past. I’ve never had a man tend to the cuts and abrasions they left behind, let alone the cum they—and sometimes their friends—splattered over me.

Unfazed by what sounds like ungratefulness, Liam’s hand dips between my thighs, and he tenderly rubs his palm over the suds-covered bites and bruises he left on them. “It angers me beyond words that you even need to ask me that,” he gruffly whispers,pressing his warm lips to the wet skin of my shoulder. “I might fuck you like I don’t care about you, but I have the utmost respect for you and your submission. Tending to you afterward is my way of making sure you know that.”

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