Page 26 of Married to My Master

His fingers tightened in her hair as he let out a guttural groan of pleasure, his hips moving forward to thrust himself through her hand. “I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker, Emily,” he growled, as he gripped her hair more tightly and pushed his cock into her mouth. “A good little slut.”

She tried to pull back as he thrust himself deeper, but his hand held her in place. She realized how wet she was, and she slipped a hand down between her thighs to play with herself. She opened her mouth wider as he fed more to her, trying to relax her jaw as she gagged around his length.

“I see your hand down there,” he groaned, as he choked again. “You're enjoying my cock, aren't you slut?”

She looked up and they locked eyes. Ashamed of herself, suddenly, she nodded, as her fingers become a frenetic mess, slipping down to her folds and collecting more of her own lubricant to rub on her clit. She breathed quickly and raggedly through her nostrils as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, the pleasure flooding her body as she indulged herself in the sluttiest thing she'd ever experienced.

Still, he fucked in and out of her mouth, his hand now pulling her onto him with each tug of her hair. The pain mixed with the pleasure from her fingers, and she knew she was close as her saliva dribbled from her lips and dripped down her chin.

All she could do was pray that he'd cum soon. Not because she wanted it to be over. No, far from it. Normally, she hated the taste of cum, but with the smell of his manliness filling her nose and taste buds, seemingly overexciting them, all she could think of was what he would taste like. She moaned around his length, encouraging her captor to fill her begging mouth with his seed.

Soon, she felt his whole body tense as she swirled her tongue around his shaft. He seemed to swell in her mouth to an even bigger size, and began to pulse with barely contained passion. Knowing what was soon arriving, she did the exact opposite of what she normally did and closed her lips around him as tightly as possible, beginning to suck for all she was worth. She'd never so badly wanted a man to cum in her mouth, and had never wanted so desperately to swallow all of him down.

He threw his head back, a low groan coming from deep in his body. He shuddered all over, his knees weakening and shaking in front of her eyes as his fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, and his other hand yanked on the chain connected to the collar around her neck. Finally, he began to pump into her mouth, his seed shooting onto her tongue. “Fuck, you're amazing,” he purred, the hand holding the chain leash stroking her face. “Such a good girl. Maybe there's hope for you yet.”

She savored as much of his sweet and salty cum as she could, her eyes closed as her fingers finally fulfilled their goal and brought her to a wracking orgasm. Her stomach trembled and her thighs shook as she began to swallow him down to make plenty of room. A fire seemed to sweep through her, engulfing her entirely, from her toes to the tips of her nipples, as she moaned loudly around his stiff rod. Her eyes swept up and over his body and over the delighted, content look on his face. And, oddly, she loved watching that serenity as it spread over his face. For the first time since she'd met him, he seemed to be at peace.

The cum ran from the corners of her mouth and down over her chin, as his cock began to soften.

She slurped on him hungrily, milking him and swallowing down what she could get. When his cock was back to half-hard, she brought her other hand up from between her thighs and lifted him out of the way, so her tongue and lips could get to his heavy, tightened balls.

He groaned appreciatively as she sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth, her tongue swirling over their smoothness. “You can get up now, Emily. You did a wonderful job.”

“Not much of a punishment, sir,” she whispered, as she settled back down on her legs, her wanton need sated for the time being.

He dropped the chain from his hand, letting it slink off and straighten back into a long strand of steel that slapped against her skin as he untangled his other hand from her long, blonde hair. He ran his thumb over her chin, collecting some of the cum she'd missed as he'd finished. “Maybe you didn't need one, after all,” he said, as he positioned the now pearled tip of this thumb in front of her lips. “Maybe you weren't lying about the cameras.”

They exchanged a long, searing look as she slowly leaned her head forward and slid her lips over his thumb, her tongue swirling around and cleaning it of his delicious nectar. She smiled a little and moaned around his digit. She moaned at her own dirtiness and at how it made her feel as she thought of how filthy and kinky this all was.

But, fuck, he'd called her such a good girl as she did what she was told. The look on his face and the feelings between her legs were both incredible. Her orgasm from just her hand was almost as bone-shaking as the day before.

Unfortunately, great sex, strong body, and beautiful cock, or not, she still couldn't afford to break. This man was nuts, especially with what he wanted her to do. She needed to remember that, no matter how much pleasure he could give her body.

Chapter Ten

Emily

Emily paced in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. Dane had let her come in alone to get cleaned up. Now, she worried about her future and her safety. No matter what had just happened, she still had to be careful about him. She had to convince him, somehow, that she was wholly and totally committed to helping him with his brother.

Her thoughts turned to her phone call with Jas. Her assistant had said she had cut her vacation short to come in and deal with complaints about Emily missing work because of the car accident. Apparently, people were whispering about how inopportune it was.

Emily had a good idea where those complaints were manifesting from, too. In fact, it was one malcontent in particular who could probably accept the brunt of the blame—Edward Barker. He had to be the one stirring the pot and making up rumors about her.

She went and checked the shower. Satisfied it was hot enough, she stepped within the stall and stood beneath the pulsing streams, luxuriating under the heat. She soaped herself up and went over the problem in front of her.

She'd already been gone for four days. A whole week, at this point, wouldn't make any difference. Whatever small amount of damage had already been done was going to remain done, even if she rushed into work today. Waiting any longer, though, was out of the question. She'd begin to look like she couldn't manage her private life and keep it from interfering with her position at BioSphere.

As she shampooed and conditioned her hair, she continued with making her plans. If she wanted to get out of this in one piece, and do it quickly, she needed to play Dane's game. She needed to go along with him in whatever he planned on doing to her, or because of her. The cameras had been a screw up on her part; she'd honestly forgotten most of them were even there. But, going forward, she couldn't have anything else like that happen. Any more screw ups, and she would undo all the advances she'd already made in getting him to trust her.

And, sure, she thought Dane was hot. Crazy, but still fucking hot. He did things to her no man had ever dared to try, and those were things that her body apparently loved and lusted after.

She couldn't let that get in her way, though. She could do the all dirty, filthy, kinky acts he wanted, and she might enjoy them, but that didn't mean she needed to fall entirely into his line of thinking. Illnesses like his brothers sometimes ran in families. Clearly.

After finishing in the shower, she dressed in a fresh set of clothes and met Dane back in the bedroom, a small smile on her lips.

Dane was standing in the middle of the bedroom, his back to her, when she walked out of the bathroom. “All showered?” he asked.

She nodded to his back, instinctively going through the motions that he expected. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

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