Page 65 of Cruel Master

“No.” Gaven sat up and shook his head. “No, the doctor said you’re not pregnant. I thought I’d managed to do it back at the club, but it appears not.”

Relief flooded me, and I relaxed back into the bed. My arms arched up around him, pulling him back into my embrace as well. “That’s okay,” I said. “It’s fine now. We can practice as much as possible until it happens.”

“Oh, we will,” Gaven said, his voice darkening. His eyes met mine and I saw the same hunger rising within me reflected in his irises. He gritted his teeth and turned away. “Later,” he said, “when you’re better.”

“No!” Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I tugged him closer, back down over me. “I don’t want to wait,” I said. “I want it now. Please … Master. Please fuck me?”

“Angel…” Gaven’s voice was tight with barely repressed restraint, “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll heal,” I assured him. “And don’t act like you don’t like seeing me in pain anyway—it turns you on.”

One finger trailed down the front of my thigh, where a long patch had been placed over the cut there. “I like seeing you writhe under the pain I give you, Angel,” he said. “Seeing my marks on your skin is different from seeing someone else’s.” His expression turned murderous.

“Did he get away?” I asked.

“I’ll find him,” was Gaven’s response.

I nodded. “I know you will.” Another thought occurred. “And Ron? Is he safe?”

Gaven’s mouth pulled down. “Your client was placed into a safe house. I’m having my men look after him until he decides his next course of action. He’s been taken care of, so you’re not to worry about him. You just focus on healing.”

My lips twitched. “Yes, Master.” I loved the way his body responded to that word. His shoulders tightened. His stomach muscles sucked in, and even if he tried to turn his lower body away, I saw the way his cock thickened and grew erect.

“You don’t know what that means, do you?” he asked.

“What? Calling you Master?” I smiled. “I know I want to find out—really find out.” I touched his hand and then pulled it up my body over my stomach. “I want you to give me what you need, Gaven. I want to be everything to you. Your wife and your submissive.”

“We’ve been playing at it thus far, Angel,” he said. “What we had isn’t real BDSM. It's a facade.”

“I know.” I touched his finger to my lips, parted them, and sucked it inside. His cock twitched. “I want the real thing,” I confessed.

“That requires trust,” he said.

I nodded, curling my tongue around the digit in my mouth.

“Do you trust me, Angel?” he asked.

I popped his finger from my lips. “More than anyone else in the world, Gaven. No more lies. No more running. I want to be what you need. Your wife. Your Queen. The mother of your children. Please…” I shifted my hips, lifting them. “I need you.”

A beat passed. Tense silence cut through the space around us as I waited for his response. Hope bloomed in my chest and then swelled, growing larger and larger until I feared it would burst inside me and send pieces of my body flying around the room.

“Open for me,” he commanded. That single order deflated the balloon in my chest and made butterflies take flight.

Gaven turned me onto my side and took the spot he’d occupied earlier at my back. His hand slid around me and down as my legs parted. His cock, already hard and ready, prodded against my asscheeks before slipping between my thighs and moving for my entrance. “So wet already…” he murmured as his finger flicked at my clit, making me cry out again before he delved further down. “Are you hungry for my cock, Angel? Do you want me to take you?”

I hissed as his fingers touched my opening. “Yessss…” I couldn’t deny it. It was right there, and I wanted it.

Gaven’s low growl of approval rumbled against my spine.Please,I begged silently, hoping he would hurry up and slide inside of me. My insides coiled with need. Every awful thing he’d ever said to me—about me—was right. I was a deviant woman, cock-hungry, and such a fucking whore for him. Only him, though.

“Spread your legs,” he said. “Hold yourself open for my cock.”

I did as he ordered, reaching down and lifting my leg up with one hand under my knee as it bent and he shifted closer to my back. Gaven slid it over his hip gently, careful of my wound. He pulled back and adjusted his cock, pressing the head of his shaft against my pussy, slipping it inside the barest of inches. I whimpered in the back of my throat, needing more.

“Shhhh.” He hushed me. “Don’t be so impatient, love.” But Iwasimpatient. I couldn’t help it. I arched my ass back against him, trying to take him in further, only to be met with a sharp slap to my cunt with the hand that was still playing between my folds.

I nearly let my leg slip from my grasp as I cried out. “Needy little sluts don’t get what they want, Angel,” Gaven warned me. “Be good for your Master; good girls get all that they deserve.”

As much as it pained me, I knew he was right. If I was a good girl, he’d reward me, and oh, how I wanted that reward. I wanted his cock in my pussy. I wanted his hand wrapped around my throat. So, as hard as it was, I remained still as he slid the barest of inches further into my channel. It was painful to keep myself in place when with one shift, I could have him impaled in my cunt in an instant.

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