Page 45 of Married to My Master

His eyes rolled back his head as felt her teeth lightly nip at him, grazing over his tender flesh. It was so intimate to have her here, in one of his most sensitive of places. If she wanted this to end, it could all be over very quickly.

Clearly, though, she didn't want to. He stroked himself, belt still in hand. He needed to be inside her now. He needed to feel her warmth wrapped around his cock as she shook to her orgasm.

Figuring she'd had enough, and wanting more for himself, he pulled her mouth from him. “Up,” he said.

She climbed to her feet with a mumbled, “Yes, sir. What would you like for me to do next, sir?”

“Over the desk. Right here,” he said. “Bend over it like a good girl.”

She nodded as she bit her lip. She stepped next to him and bent down over her home office's desk, her ass in the air as she pressed her tits into the desk. “Like this, sir?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Just like that,” he purred, his hand already going to her dripping pussy. He dove between her legs, rubbing up and down her slit. She was positively soaked with passion.

He stepped behind her, touching the folded-up belt gently to either inner thigh.

She moaned as she shuffled her feet apart, spreading her legs for him. He got up behind her, cock in hand. He pressed into her from behind, splitting her delicious lips by guiding his head up and down, slathering himself in her desire.

“Please, sir,” she begged.

“Louder, slut,” he growled, as he ran his hands over her back and ass, loving the way she felt and the way that she had so totally become his. This was the feeling of control, of possession, he craved. But, just as importantly, it was the feeling of responsibility.

“Please,” she pleaded louder. “Please fuck me, sir. Please, I need to feel you inside me!”

Dane pushed into her, his cock stretching her tightness. She groaned loudly as he pulled out, then pushed further in. She moved back against him, begging with her hips for him to go deeper, to fuck her more fully.

He grabbed the belt with both hands, one on each end, and leaned forward. He looped it over his hostage's neck and tightened it.

Emily arched her back, her breasts lifting off the top of the desk, her eyes lifting to the ceiling, and her lips parting as she felt the leather tighten.

He held her in place with the belt bundled in one hand as he gripped her hip tightly with the other. He pressed hard into her flesh with the tips of his fingers, holding her, and pulling her back onto his cock, hard. He met the backward movement, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each stroke.

“Do you like that, slut? Do you like having my cock buried inside you, with me slapping against your clit?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped out between raspy moans, her whole body quavering as she contracted and spasmed around his cock. “Oh, God, sir, can I cum, please? Please?”

“Cum for me, Emily,” he groaned, as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her hard enough to nudge the desk forward with each forceful thrust. “Cum for me like a good little slut.” He was on the edge himself.

She seized, her whole body going stiff for one moment, then began to spasm almost uncontrollably, her arms and legs trembling as she convulsed around his cock, massaging him with her depths. She screamed as she shook, and Dane felt her drench his manhood with her essence as she, clearly unable to hold herself up under the pleasurable onslaught, nearly collapsed to the desk. “Oh, sir,” she groaned, as he pumped into her faster. “Please, don't stop. Please don't-!” She was cut off by her own screaming moan.

Dane dropped the belt and grabbed her other hip with his hand. He slammed into her and stayed deep inside, his body, shaking as he threw his head back, his voice joining hers as he came deep inside her. “Oh, fuck, Emily,” he growled somewhere in chest, a guttural sound as his hips resumed their thrusting.

“Oh, sir,” she groaned, between panting breaths.

Finally, his hips came to a stop, his knees weak and almost shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He needed to sit down and take a moment.

She shakily rose from the desk as he collapsed into one of the office chairs in the room, his body glistening with sweat. Emily joined him in the chair, crawling into his lap.

Her skin was cool and hot at the same time and her body was as sweat-drenched as his. She stretched up and kissed him, murmuring her approval.

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Emily

Submission, Emily realized, was about clearing the mind for her. She didn't worry about work, her future, or her past. None of those ideas entered the fray as she knelt before Dane's amazing manhood, or as she groaned around a mouthful of him. The pain on her backside pushed aside thoughts about what she was going to do about the Hymalete catastrophe,= and the belt over her throat made her forget about how tenuous her position as CEO was.

Instead, the burdens and worries lifted from her shoulders. The responsibilities of her position were, for at least that moment, released from her concerns. All she had to do was obey—to pleasure, and to be pleasured.

Now, as she sat there in Dane's lap, her head on his chest, just listening to the steady rhythm of his heart and the sensuous in-and-out of his breath, she realized that this man was as much protector as he was jailer. She realized, too, that this wasn't necessarily a sane arrangement. Far from it. At best, it was what most people would call “unconventional.”

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