Page 233 of Masters of Control

There was no way to tell.

The only thing she could hear was the sound of her breathing.

Turning into a clearing lit by little lights hanging from the trees, she paused. There was a padded bench in the center of the small space with no back, obviously meant for bending someone over it. Likely, it would make a very good spanking bench.

Morgan paused, pressing her hand to her chest to try to calm her pounding heart and ragged breath, straining to hear if anyone was approaching. Unsure of where Master Asad was behind her… if he was anywhere close to her.

Now that she was listening, she could hear a lot more people in the garden. Muffled moans. Some soft cries. Slaps of flesh against flesh. Which made it all the harder to hear someone stalking her through the pathways.

Holding her breath, she pressed her lips together.

Listening.

And shrieked as Master Asad rounded the corner, his gaze catching hers.

She darted for the other exit to the clearing, but he was there before she could reach it, appearing in front of her like a villain in a horror movie. Except she wasn’t terrified so much as excited… although she shrieked as if she was in real danger.

Turning on a dime, she lurched forward, only to feel his hand catch her chin from behind, turning her back toward him. She fell face-first into his chest, which muffled her cry.

Oh my goodness.

She felt his growl as much as heard it.

“Going somewhere, baby?”

Tilting her head back, Morgan looked up at him. His face was shadowed by the dim lighting, but she could still see his dark eyes glittering at her.

“Um…”

Morgan tried to make a break for it again, but she found herself on her knees on the soft dirt a moment later, Asad’s body surrounding her, his erection rubbing up against her ass. The leather of his pants was smooth against her skin, but she could still feel the prominent bulge pressing against her, and she whimpered. She wanted him so badly.

“Are you a naughty girl?” he asked, one hand still around her neck, the other moving to cup her breast. He squeezed, massaging the soft flesh, then pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.

“No?” It came out as a question rather than a firm answer because she didn’t know what her role was in this little scenario. She didn’t think she’d been bad.

“Oh, no?” He pinched her nipple harder, twisting it, and her pussy spasmed in response. Arching her hips, she rubbed her backside against his groin, her swollen lips tingling as she clenched emptily. Asad’s fingers fluttered against her throat, and he leaned forward, scraping his teeth against the back of her shoulder. “So you didn’t try to scene with another man tonight?”

Morgan whimpered as his teeth bit into her flesh, sending a spurt of sheer ecstasy through her. Her elbows nearly buckled.

“I… I…” Her mind had gone blank. “I didn’t know…”

She hadn’t known it would be a problem. Hadn’t thought he would care. Didn’t know if he was being serious or if he was playing a role. The lines between fantasy and reality were blurring, and she didn’t want to make a wrong turn or say the wrong thing.

Releasing her from his bite, though keeping his hold on her neck, Master Asad pulled back and slapped her ass, hard. She cried out, shuddering as he spanked her again.

The hot sting rocked through her a moment before she felt his cock press against her pussy. She cried out as he thrust in, hard and fast.

It wasn’t that anything he was doing was particularly painful, though he did keep spanking her as he began fucking her from behind, but the chase, the way her nipple still throbbed from his pinch, and the continuous smacks as he rode her from behind, were enough to satisfy her dark cravings. There was no gentleness to his thrusts. He was fucking her like a machine, pistoning into her from behind.

A moment later, his hands switched, so he could spank the other side of her ass. Instead of gripping her throat, his other hand went to her hair, wrapping the long strands around his hand and pulling her head back. Her scalp tingled and ached, pussy clenching around his cock as her ecstasy wound higher and higher within her.

Each slap of her ass made her clench around him, and she cried out as her orgasm crested.

As if he sensed her oncoming release, Master Asad suddenly stopped spanking her and shifted behind her. His fingers moved over her hip and dipped between her legs, seeking out her clit. They pinched the little nubbin, and Morgan screamed as the combination of pain and pleasure slammed into her, sending her orgasm over the edge, even as the pain swelled.

Tears slid from her eyes as his relentless grip turned her erotic bliss into inexpressible agony, his fingers rubbing back and forth, overwhelming her senses as he tormented her sensitive nub. Her elbows buckled, her lower body falling forward, and still he kept fucking her without losing a beat.

“Please!” She choked out the word, and shockingly, his fingers released her clit—only to give it a short, sharp smack. The sting on her swollen, sore nubbin made her scream again, her pussy convulsing around his thrusting cock.