“Brace your hands on the table.”
“Yes, Master,” she says playfully, if breathlessly.
I groan at the word, the teasing honorific. Pulling her head back by her hair, I make her lock eyes with me over her shoulder.
“Call me that again,” I order quietly.
Jules blinks, dark eyelashes fanning shadows over her cheeks.
“Master,” she whispers, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared.
“I like that, Jules,” I admit. “I like it too fucking much.”
I’ve always been in charge, in control: first when my brothers and I were boys just trying to survive in a cult that was hellbent on destroying us body and mind. Then, when we decided to make our own little world, honing our skills to perfection until they became our survival. And finally, once we were strong enough to begin hunting the predators, destroying the abusers. But I never wanted to take charge of a woman: it wasn’t a responsibility I wanted, taking care of yet another person’s needs, especially when they were transient.
But Jules? Ah, fuck, Jules. I hear the challenge in her voice—she’sbeggingfor me to master her.
“Hold on,” I command softly as I unbutton her leather pants.
Even though I just decided to lord over her body, I drop to my knees behind her. I pull down the zippers on her biker boots, take them off, and carefully set them aside. I run my hands up her long, toned legs, feeling the electricity between us like it’s a living, breathing thing.
I peel off Jules’s pants, grunting at the sight of her round ass.
“Fuck. You’re a wet dream, Jewel.Mywet dream.”
Giving in to the dark, ravenous need inside me, I bite her plump cheek. Jules gasps and flinches, trying to escape me. I grab her hips harder, keeping her still while I suck on the tender flesh. I don’t pull back until I’m sure I left a long-lasting mark.
Juvenile.
But she’smine.
“You’re a dick,” Jules hisses, but she can’t hide the arousal in her voice.
“Master,” I say as I admire my handiwork. “You’re a dick,Master.”
“I—Fuck!”
I interrupt her by taking her pussy into my mouth, licking her from behind. I suck, chasing her flavor, sweet and wild and clean, all Jules. I use one hand to spread her, then enter her with two fingers, watching rapt as her greedy pussy swallows them whole.
I pump inside her slowly, making sure to hit her G-spot with each glide. My cock leaks, and I fist it, squeezing hard, trying to buy time.
“Who does this perfect little pussy belong to, Jewel?” I ask her, my voice nearing a savage growl.
“No—no one,” she hisses defiantly.
Chuckling, I learn forward to bite the other cheek. This time, she doesn’t try to run away, giving in to sensations as I fuck her with my fingers and suck on the tender flesh.
“Let’s try again,” I say once I’m done putting another mark of ownership on her. “Whose pussy is this, Jules?”
“Mine,” she answers, still sassy, still proud.
I pull my fingers out, smirking when her hips try to follow, bucking back.
“No! Don’t stop. Please.”
No words have ever sounded sweeter. Except maybe…
“One last time. Who does this tight, delicious cunt belong to?”
