Page 31 of Married to My Master

He lowered her slowly, throwing his head back as he lifted his hips and began to push into her.

She threw her head back, too, moaning as she closed her eyes. The feeling was amazing, and the pleasure unparalleled, as she inexorably stretched around his girth.

He continued to bring her down, letting gravity help as she slid lower and lower on his cock. “You're so tight. So hot,” he growled, his fingers like vices on her hips, gripping painfully tight.

She nodded, moaning out, “God, you feel wonderful, sir. Please use me. Make me yours, sir.”

He licked his dry lips and kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, taking him into her mouth and sucking hard as he slowly bottomed out inside of her, the tip of him pushing deeper into her than any man before.

Her whole body spasmed as she took the last of him, her muscles shaking in delicious surrender. It was like a tumult of pleasure within her, a war of wants and needs. She wanted to begin to rise on him, to feel him sliding in and out of her, but she knew she needed to wait for his command.

He bit her lip as he pulled back and lifted her like a feather off his lap, his breathing shallow and raspy. He groaned again as he brought her down faster than before, his hips driving his cock up and into her, his pelvis slamming into her.

She nearly screamed into his mouth as he pounded into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body was already shaking as she neared her climax. “Oh, sir. Dane, fuck me,” she said, in a whispering ramble. Every stroke brushed over her g-spot, goading the flame inside her to greater heights. Every part of her seemed to be excited, even the carpet beneath her knees sending her into the stratosphere from the intensity of the sensations.

Despite the cool air in the office, sweat rolled off their bodies. He moved his hands around, grabbed her by the ass, and dragged her up and down his cock. He slapped her ass hard, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain that seemed to nudge her even closer to an orgasm.

“Harder, sir,” she groaned, as she ground herself on the base of his length, her clit rubbing on each downward movement. “Harder, sir, please,” she panted, as she pushed her ass back into his hands and arched her back to try and take him deeper.

He slapped her ass again, the loud cracking sound filling the room. “I'm close, whore,” he growled, his mouth nestling into the hollow of her collarbone and his breath hot on her skin.

She was close, too. She felt him speed up, subtly picking up his pace as his breathing came faster and heavier. They kissed again, their teeth flashing, gasping as they moved as one form.

“Please, sir. Please cum inside me. I need to feel you,” she groaned, as her body seemed to melt into his sculpted, rock-hard muscles. She clawed, bit, and ground herself against him as he continued to fuck her in long, hard strokes.

He slapped her ass again as he frantically fucked her, his hips hammering into her with each stroke. She met each thrust, her body clenching and unclenching around him, massaging his length. Finally, his whole body stiffened and he pinned her to him, impaling her on his manhood as he moaned into her mouth.

Emily's eyes closed as she shuddered, the climax slamming into her body as she felt him cum deep inside of her. Fireworks exploded between her eyes, lighting up the inside of her head like New Years Eve or the Fourth of July. She screamed as her body shook and quaked, a flood of her own excitement dripping over his cock. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as he pumped into her a few more times, every thrust seeming to be more than she could handle.

Finally, though, the pleasure and intensity of the moment seemed to ebb. His cock began to soften inside of her as she they held each other close on the floor of her home office. They kissed again, more tentatively than before, as their roles of captor and captive seemed to spring back into view.

She threw one leg off of him and collapsed at his side, resting herself against his giant arm. Still panting, she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. She gave one last groan as an aftershock infiltrated through her post-sex haze, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Damn, that was the most intense sex she'd ever had. She sighed again, her whole body relaxed and so deliciously used, both cheeks of her bottom red and burning, as if they were embarrassed.

Leaning against Dane like that, his arm now around her shoulder and pulling her close into his naked chest, she allowed herself to drift off. Even if only for a moment.

Chapter Fourteen

Emily

Emily awoke to see Dane walking back into the study, glass of water in hand. He was still naked, his clothes left strewn around the office in haphazard piles. For her part, she still lay on the carpet, naked as the day she was born, her back pressed against the cool wall.

“You're awake,” he mumbled, as he came over and offered her the glass of water.

Emily smiled and sat up, her eyes taking in his form. Earlier had been the first time she'd seen him naked, but even she couldn't believe what great shape he was in. He could have been a model forMen's Health. No wonder he could take her so easily and virtually toss her around the room. She accepted the water with a mumbled, “Thanks.” She sat back against the wall, her body still beautifully sore in all the right ways, and took a sip to hydrate her dry throat.

“I've been thinking,” she said, after taking another sip and setting the glass aside. “I can still get what you want and make the people who did this to Benton pay.”

He made an unpleasant face as he grabbed his clothes from the floor and began pulling them back on. “Yeah?” he asked. “What would that entail?”

“Just let me go back to BioSphere. With what I know, I can bring down Edward Barker, the man who pushed Hymalete this way. He's the one responsible, not the whole company.”

His pants back on, he stopped and frowned at her before pulling his tight undershirt back over his head and smoothing it down his body. “Think you could do that?”

She nodded. “I know I could,” she said emphatically. “I could get rid of all those people and ruin their careers.”

Dane seemed to consider her words for a moment. Then, without saying anything one way or the other, he bent down and scooped up her discarded clothes, collecting them in one hand.

“What . . . what are you doing with my clothes?” she asked, then glanced up at his glowering face. “Sir?” she corrected.

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