Page 36 of Master of Pleasure (Lessons From the Rack 3)

He chuckled. “I never would have guessed that you would love cock so much. But I have to admit, I’m damned happy you do. And you’re right, the something I have in mind does involve my cock.”

She felt herself grow even wetter than she had been. Did that mean he’d fuck her?

Years ago on that fateful evening they’d first met, she’d viewed much of what they did as a game. Or at least she had before her name and picture were plastered all over gossip rags for the entire world to see. That night, though similar to the current one, was very different in one major way. Nothing about the current scene felt like a game.

Was that why it had been so easy for her to give it up? Because to her young inexperienced self, kink was a game and didn’t matter?

“Stand up,” Terrence said, moving a few steps in order to land a hard swat on her already-sore backside. Fuck. She’d have to think through that theory later. At the moment, she had much more enjoyable things to do. Not only that, but it was crystal clear Terrence wasn’t about to let her sink deep into philosophical thoughts.

“Brace yourself against the window,” he said. “My cock’s been hard ever since I saw you standing in the office weeks ago. Spanking you did nothing to lessen my need, and coming down your throat just now wasn’t nearly enough.”

She walked to the window. It was full dark outside now. The only light visible was from the moon, which was almost covered in clouds. She could make out the rhythmic rise and fall of the nearby ocean, but nothing else moved.

Terrence came up behind her and ran his hand across her backside. “Are you worried about someone spying on us?”

“No, Sir,” she answered truthfully. She’d been told Lennox had bought the vacant lots on either side of the cottage years ago and the beach itself was private. There was no way anyone could possibly be watching. “But I have to admit, it turns me on to think that someone might be.”

It was a safe fantasy to share, so she didn’t mind telling him.

“Bit of an exhibitionist, are you?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” she was quick to reply. “I only get off on the thought of it. I don’t really want anyone to see me in such a private moment.”

He ran his hands along her back. “Perhaps we are more alike than we thought. I don’t enjoy being on display in such a manner, either.” His roving hands slipped between her legs and teased her upper thighs, making her warm and needy everywhere. “Probably because so much of my life is in the public eye, I like to keep something private.”

It really was odd when you thought about it, how similar they were even though their lives had been so different.

“Both of us in the spotlight,” he continued. “Yes, I can certainly understand enjoying the thought more than the act.”

His hands moved up her body, and his voice grew lower. “Imagine the beach is filled with people watching. Can you imagine what they’re seeing? Mmm?”

She sucked in a breath as his touch became rough. He ran her nipples between his fingers, and when he squeezed, she felt it all the way down to her clit.

“What turns you on more?” His words were hot against her skin. “Knowing that all the women picture themselves in your place or that the men see themselves in mine because they want to fuck you?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, and when his fingers brushed softly through her folds, she knew it wouldn’thave mattered if he had. She’d temporarily lost the ability to speak.

“Is that what’s making this pussy so wet?” His fingers slipped into her a fraction of an inch, and she forced herself not to move despite the overwhelming urge to back onto his fingers. “Can you picture in your head all the men jerking off at seeing how desperate you are to be fucked?”

He was right on multiple accounts. The main one being she was desperate for him to fuck her. Damn it, she hoped he did something more with his dick than just brush it against her every so often, and she hoped he did it soon.

Still, he kept up his commentary even as he settled behind her. “They all want to be in my place. They all want to be the lucky bastard preparing to screw you hard against the window.”

Her head pounded with the sound of the blood rushing through her body. He lined himself up with her and slowly pushed forward. Even as wet as she was, her eyes still grew wide as he filled her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stopping momentarily.

It wasn’t until she opened her mouth to answer that she realized she’d been holding her breath. She took in a lungful of air. “Yes, Sir. You’re just so… thick.”

“Yes, but I’m nothing this slutty fuck hole can’t handle.” Then, as if to prove his words, he plunged forward, filling her completely. She squeaked as equal sensations of pain and pleasure washed over her. “There we go. Look at how my fat cock stretches you.”

She couldn’t see it, but she could sure as hell feel it. “Please,” she said. “Please, Sir.”

He hadn’t moved again yet. “Please, Sir, what?”

“Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

He pulled out and thrust back in. “Good thing you weren’t asking for mercy, because I’m not in a mood to give you any. You better brace yourself to take my cock hard and rough.”

There was no fingerhold for her on the window, so she pressed her palms flat against the glass and let him do with her body as he wished.

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