Page 20 of Their Master

She obeyed, her slender fingers working the buttons quickly and efficiently. Smith lifted his hips to allow her to push down both trousers and drawers. Without being asked, she slid a cool hand around his hot shaft and he hissed in a breath.

“Stretch out on the settee, lie on your stomach with your bottom up here. I want to play with you while you suck me.”

She startled at his command and Smith thought how sad it was that so few men seemed to care about their partner’s satisfaction, especially when they were paying for sex. To Smith it was a badge of honor to make his lover climax, no matter who they were. After all, if he wanted to fuck something mute, dumb, and without thoughts, he’d use his fist.

Moira stretched out, holding herself up on one elbow and using her other hand to work his cock. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but he’d not keep her this way long.

Smith watched her work his cock, her hands small but strong and deft. Whoever had trained her in the erotic arts had done a superlative job and she stroked the silky skin with just the right amount of pressure, the slick, soft pad of her thumb grazing the sensitive area below his crown.

He laid a hand on the back of her head, only needing to apply slight pressure, and she lowered her mouth to his erection.

She didn’t take him inside her mouth immediately, but bathed the sensitive head with hot breath, her hand still working his shaft.

Smith inched up her skirt, exposing muscular legs with lovely, shapely calves sheathed in prim white cotton stockings and nothing but a chemise covering her bottom.

His mouth watered at the sight of such perfection and he cupped one firm buttock, his hand a large dark brown star on her milky-white arse.

She chose that moment to tongue his slit.

“Fuck!” His hips jerked and she rewarded him with another lick, the tip of her tongue pointed and probing, but still she did not take him into her mouth.

Moira was a tease—a delicious, taunting, tormenting tease—who gave him only a hint of sweet, wet heat and made him suffer and squirm.

Smith grinned and slid his hand lower, his finger dipping into her cleft but not stopping at her back hole—not yet. He needed to contort himself slightly to reach what he wanted, but it was worth the effort. Her outer lips were freshly shaved and swollen, her inner folds wet and hot, and her pearl engorged and slick.

She wanted him. Or at least she wanted to come.

Tonight he would give her that and more.

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It annoyed Moira to admit that Smith’s thick, heavy cock was a thing of beauty. Not only that, but he smelled and tasted remarkably clean, with only a hint of masculine musk.

Even more important than his beautiful cock and well-groomed person was his courtesy.

Every other man she could remember had fucked her mouth as if she were an inanimate object. Never had a man touchedherbody while she pleasured him. And goodLorddid Smith know how to use his fingers.

“Spread your thighs wider, darling,” he murmured, his hand rhythmically caressing from her entrance to her clitoris, using her body’s copious moisture to slick her.

Indeed, Moira was mortified by how wet she’d become for him.

Remember who he is and be grateful your body is responding as it does. He will believe you are his creature.

Moira’s body tightened at Marie’s unwanted advice and the hand stroking her toward ecstasy stilled.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Mouth stuffed with cock, Moira gave a miniscule shake of her head. To distract him, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper, but still not all the way.

He groaned. “Christ, you’re good at that.”

Even a slight amount of praise was like nectar to her, making her yearn to please him more. It was a pathetic reaction, but she had long ago come to terms with her desperate desire for acceptance. Even from the man who’d killed her sister.

A sudden, stunning, bolt of rage shot through her body at the thought and it took enormous discipline to keep from inflicting any damage.

A moment of pain—no matter how dire—would not be worth ruining all her months of scheming.

Rather than clamping down, she opened even wider, which allowed him to slide deeper than anyone she’d ever taken in the past.

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