Page 63 of Their Master

The last few lifts were agony and she could see his body attempt to rebel and slip his control. But he triumphed over his fatigue and held the last lift longer than the others before dropping lightly to the floor.

He took a clean cloth from a pile and wiped his brow, face, and hands before tossing it into a nearby basket and turning to her, hands fisted on his hips, eyebrows raised.

Moira acted without thinking, sliding from the chair to her knees and hands and crawling toward him, closing the short distance between them.

She sat back on her heels, slowly running her gaze up the hard, slick length of his body until she met his eyes. His lips had thinned, giving him an uncharacteristically stern look, and he stared down at her from beneath heavily lidded eyes like a conqueror surveying a defeated foe.

Or a god eyeing a supplicant.

Moira closed her hand around his thick cock and lowered her mouth.

He sighed as his fingers combed through her short hair. “I’ve missed you, Moira.”

She swallowed convulsively at the praise and his hips gave an involuntary buck. Her eyes watered at the depth of penetration and every muscle in her body strained to pull away, panic fluttering in her chest.

“So good.” His fingers drifted over her temple, her cheeks, and settled on her lips as she slowly pulled off, inhaling through her nose and filling her lungs to near bursting.

He pushed a finger in beside his cock, stretching her lips painfully thin.

“Mmm.” It was a low, animal hum, and he pulsed in and out of her a few times before removing his wet finger and using it to trace her stretched lips. “Touch me,” he ordered softly.

Moira ran her hands up his thighs, not stopping until she reached the sharp bones of his pelvis and the thin skin that separated his hip from the V of his lower abdomen.

When she dug her fingers into the ridges—or tried—he gave a low chuckle and tilted his hips, pushing himself deeper and sliding his hands around the back of her head, gently pulling her down onto his cock

“Make it last.” The words were a low growl that sank deep in her belly.

Moira opened herself to him, tonguing the pulsing vein along the underside of his shaft, worshiping every inch, reveling in the noises he made as she worked him.

She brought him to the brink slowly, and then again, and again, until his callused fingers fisted her hair and he fucked her with punishing thrusts.

“Take it,” he growled, his eyes burning into hers as he flooded her throat with jet after jet of hot seed.

Moira milked him gently until he shivered and pulled away.

He gave a groan of contentment. “Good girl.” He stroked her hair and she rested her head on his hip, preening at his touch and praise, her body empty and aching to have him inside her.

All too soon, he roused himself and helped her to her feet.

He looked down at her with drowsy eyes and kissed her, tonguing deeply before pulling away with a smirk. “I love the taste of myself in your mouth.”

Moira pushed her hips against him.

He chuckled at her shameless begging. “Strip for me.”

Moira’s fingers trembled as she tugged at the sash that held her rose-colored dressing gown closed.

Once she’d deposited the dressing gown and nightgown over the chair he said, “Turn, spread your feet, and bend over; rest your arms on the back of the chair.”

Moira’s skin prickled with awareness as she presented herself to him.

His hands, warm and rough, spread her cheeks and hot breath bathed her cleft. “So wet,” he muttered, his thumb sliding between her slick, swollen lips while another finger flicked her sensitive bud. He played with her, spreading her, kneading her, teasing her, until she felt like crawling out of her own skin.

“Quit squirming,” he ordered, but she heard his amusement.

And then his hot wet tongue probed her entrance and he fucked into her with lazy strokes, thumbing her clitoris while his other hand used her body’s moisture to slick and probe her arse. Suddenly it felt like there were hands and tongues everywhere, stroking her bud, caressing her slick folds, and penetrating both holes.

Moira came fast and hard, her loud cry echoing in the cavernous room.

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