Page 15 of Master Key Resort

“I-I ...” She sobbed. “I don’t even re-remember.”

“What was the punishment?”

“I-I had to kneel—” A deep, shuddering breath cut off what she’d been about to say. Gulping twice, she willed herself to get her emotions under control. After a few moments, she huffed then continued. “I had to kneel for about six hours in a corner, with my hands behind my neck, wearing a ball gag. It probably would’ve been longer, but he didn’t want his friends to see me naked like that when they came over to watch a ballgame. My knees hurt so badly I almost couldn’t stand up. My shoulders, arms, and ankles were just as bad from not moving for so long. And I-I almost wet myself.”

“Jesus,” Sir whispered before hugging her even harder. “I knew I should’ve taken that asshole out into the desert and left him for the fucking vultures.” His lips pressed against her temple, and when he spoke again, she felt his warm breath against her skin. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, pet. I know some Doms put their slaves in a corner as punishment, but never to that extreme. You know that a punishment like that is not acceptable, right? It’s abuse, plain and simple.”

“I know it now ... thanks to you, Sir.”

His hold around her loosened a bit, and his hand cupped her chin, lifting it. When her gaze met his, her heart leaped into her throat. The usual hazel coloring of his irises had changed to that of molten lava as they flittered from her eyes to her mouth and back again. His minty breath warmed her face. Her pulse pounded through her arteries and veins, as her panties became soaked. For months Tiffany had wished Sir would look at her like that—with pure desire in his eyes.

“Sweet Tiffany.” Her name sounded almost reverent coming from his lips as he stroked her hair. When he lowered his head and brushed her mouth with his, she prayed it wasn’t a dream. His tongue peeked out and traced along her bottom lip before he sucked the flesh into his mouth.

Sir groaned as his left hand fisted the ponytail her hair was in, moving her head into a better position for him to claim her mouth and deepen the kiss. Tiffany parted her lips and let him take what he wanted. His other hand rubbed up and down her thigh before dipping between her legs and pushing them apart and cupping her pussy. She cursed the fact she was wearing shorts. The heel of his hand pressed down on her mound, and she silently begged him to tuck his fingers under the hem of her shorts and enter her. She wanted to shift herself so she could straddle his hips but was afraid any movement would break the spell they were under.

The sounds of their breathing, moaning, and wet kisses were erotic as hell. Tiffany clutched Sir’s shoulder with one hand while the other was still pinned between them. Her breasts were heavy with the need for him to touch them.

A car door slamming nearby startled her, but Sir gave her one last, lingering kiss before lifting his head. His tongue ran over his lips as if he were making certain he could still taste her there. “Mmm. I’d love to continue this, sweetheart, but this is not the place.”

Sir picked her up and placed her back onto the passenger seat, and she immediately missed their connection and his warmth. Her lips tingled where he’d nibbled and licked them. Once again, he took her hand and skimmed his mouth across her knuckles. “I liked kissing you very much, pet, and I hope you enjoyed it as well.” Without waiting for a response from her, which was good because Tiffany was speechless, Sir glanced at their surroundings and changed the subject. “We might as well take advantage of the pit stop and use the restrooms before getting back on the road. Sound good?”

All she could do was nod.

Moments later, after relieving herself in one of the toilets in the busy ladies’ room, Tiffany washed her hands in the sink, then checked her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen and devoid of the lip gloss she’d put on that morning. At least her waterproof mascara had lived up to its advertising claims because it hadn’t run despite her earlier tears. Her ponytail was a mess, and she tugged the scrunchy from her hair, so she could fix it and put it back up again.

Her mind raced, remembering every second of that hot-as-hell kiss she’d shared with Sir. Something had shifted between them during those moments. He’d never kissed her like that before. In fact, he’d never kissed her on the lips before. Chaste pecks on her cheek or temple had been plentiful, and his mouth had been on her pussy many times during scenes when he was rewarding her for being a good submissive. Most people would think it was odd they’d never kissed after months of playing together, but it had been in the contract they’d signed.

She froze. The contract. They hadn’t negotiated a change in their contract. Did that mean Sir made a mistake? When he realized it, would he regret kissing her? Was he going to say it would never happen again?

Oh, God, please don’t let him say that because I really, really want to kiss him again!

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