Page 77 of Married to My Master

She didn't blink as she put first one knee up on the couch cushion just next to his thigh, then the other.

Dane was speechless as she began to settle onto his lap, her back still arched as she presented herself to him, her master.

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Emily

Deep in her heart of hearts, Emily knew this was what she wanted—no, what she needed. She needed to belong to Dane in this way, mind, heart, body, and soul. Anything less, and she'd never be a complete woman. She would always feel like she was missing a limb, like a piece of herself was lost wandering in the world somewhere without her. She knew from the look in his eyes, from the sound of his voice, that Dane understood her need, and felt the same way.

She realized that Ian, on the other hand, had just been a rebound. He was sweet, and kind, and a little boring, but he'd never make her feel this way. He'd never bruise her flesh, leave welts on her back, or force his cock down her throat as she gagged for more. Even his bedroom talk was pretty tame.

Emily West needed more. She needed a man strong enough to make her submit. Sometimes willingly, sometimes unwillingly.

And, as Dane's fingers dug into her cheeks so hard she'd have bruises for days, she knew she'd made the right choice. As she felt her master's manhood rising from between his legs, rising very much to the occasion of her straddling his lap, and she knew she'd made the right choice.

Dane dipped his head to her chest as she pushed a nipple into his mouth. He bit down hard, and she felt like she was about explode from the sweetly sharp pain that flooded her body.

She screamed into the duct tape, pushing more of herself into his mouth and more of her ass into his hands.

He gripped her tighter and spread her cheeks lewdly as she moved herself on his lap, grinding her wetness into his slacks. Dane sucked her nipple hard, paused, and flicked his tongue over it. He snaked a hand up her front, cupping a breast in his rugged, calloused hand, teasing her with his palm.

She groaned around the gag, pleading for him to cover more of her.

But his hand didn't stop there. It moved up to her throat, encircling it tightly.

She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of him around her neck, of how in control he seemed, and how out of control she felt. Nothing seemed to matter as he held her like this, as he continued to alternately flick his tongue on her nipple one moment, then bite it painfully the next.

Dane released her throat, and his hand tore the tape from her lips.

“Ah!” she screamed, pressing her sex deeper into his lap.

“Hands stay bound,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice instantly sounding like it had a year ago. Complete submission. Complete lust. Complete need. Now, complete love.

He pulled her lips down to his and kissed her intensely.

She sucked his tongue into her mouth, just like she knew her master liked, worrying at it lightly with her teeth until he pulled back.

He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her from his lap, quickly dropping her on the couch in a heap.

Her arms twisted up a little uncomfortable behind her, but somehow it all seemed more erotic as she was forced to watch him undress. She desperately wanted to reach out to him, to help him disrobe, if only to speed him along, but she couldn't with her hands tied behind her back. It was like she was back in that timeout chair all that time ago, desperately wanting to join the world, but unable to because of Dane's desires to show her her place. So, instead, she bit her lip and she watched as he quickly stripped naked.

His manhood preceded him as he approached the couch, his purple head pointing straight for her slightly parted lips. He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulled her up into position, then reached his hand into her hairspray-stiffened hair, with all the beautiful wedding flower woven into it.

She gazed up at him as he tightened his grip on her hair, the pain delicious as she opened her mouth to receive him. She held her breath, waiting.

He thrust slowly into her mouth at first, giving her a moment to get used to his size again.

She swirled her tongue around his head as he pushed into her mouth, filling her entirely. He pulled back each time she gagged, but still he came back on, sliding in and out of her eager lips. She moaned around his shaft, praying that he'd soon begin to play with her, but also knowing that her master would take care of her. He always had in the past, so why would he stop now?

His heavy balls slapped her chin, and her saliva rolled down her lips, over her makeup.

“I love the way you look right now, Emily,” he said, stroking her cheek with one hand. “Your lipstick's rubbing off on my cock and your spit's sliding down my balls. I love you right now, Emily. I'll love you always.”

She closed her eyes, moaning in delight at how happy and excited he sounded. She moved her head faster, taking the reins from him a little and bobbing her own head on his shaft. She sucked him hard, grazing her teeth lightly on the underside.

He half-groaned, half-growled, with this head thrown back, his hips moving forward faster as he fucked her willing mouth. After just a little bit of that, though, he pulled out from her lips.

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