Temporary Master (21 page)

“An
agreement?”
She whimpered. “You want to talk now?”

“Yes.”
He released his cock, allowing it to bob freely. “I’m not a damned yo-yo,
Sabella. I may be a Dom but I can’t turn my body off and on as you do. You
either tell me exactly what you want, or I’m going to jerk off right here and
you can watch me.”

“Oh,
yes.” Her hands clenched on her thighs. “Use me for your pleasure…if you want
to come on me, Sir, do so. If you want to unload in my mouth, it’s yours…”

Shocked
surprise at her blatant hunger nearly had him spilling. He pushed away from the
wall. “And what if I want to slid my aching cock inside of you and
fuck
you into submission? Can I do that?”

“If
it pleases you.”
Her breathing came faster. “I’m yours, Sir. To do with what you will.”

He
squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to take her up on her offer. “But what do you
want from me, Sabella? Forget Dom/submissive. Right at this moment what do you
want
from Ethan the man?”

She
slowly rose to her feet, and for a split second he thought he’d pushed too
hard, and she was going to leave. Instead she placed her hands on his chest
before pinning him to the wall. Standing up on tiptoe, she brushed his lips
over his, barely making contact. “What do I want?” She pressed closer. “I want
to explore your body. To touch every inch of you with my hands…” She trailed
her fingers down his chest pausing to flick over his nipples. “…with my
lips...” Her mouth skated across along his jaw before her teeth nipped lightly
on his earlobe. “…with my teeth and tongue…” Her tongue dipped inside his ear,
bathing it with wet heat. “…until you bend me over and…” She whimpered, her
thighs capturing the length of his cock between them as she wiggled. “…screw me
until I can do nothing but scream your name.”

His
hands went to her waist, as his head tipped back to give her freer access to
the column of his throat as her words flowed over him, stark but needful in
their simplicity. He didn’t even mind the vulgarity of her request as he wanted
her without control, without limits, and wild in his arms.

“But…that’s
merely what I want from the man…” She slipped free of his arms before sliding
down his body, and finally sinking back to her knees, her submission evident in
every line of her body. “…I’ll settle for what you’ll give me as my Dom.”

He
ground his teeth. He couldn’t resist her any longer. He could only pray she
didn’t regret it afterward. “Fuck it.” He turned off the water with a violent
twist of his fingers. “Go get in bed.
Right now, Sabella.
I want you on your back, your pretty thighs spread for me with your arms
crossed at the wrists above your head.”

“Yes,
Sir.”
She scrambled
to her feet, not bothering with a towel as she sprinted across hardwood floor
and back into his bedroom. Stepping out of the shower, he took deep breaths,
struggling for control. He didn’t want to be her Dom at this moment. He wanted
what she offered first. He wanted her to make love to him, just not to submit,
but she needed the Dom this morning. Man, he was fucked.

Sprawled
across the bedding, Sabella’s heart pounded. She’d risked it all in the shower.
For the first time in her life as a submissive, she’d been aggressive, even
teasing towards her Dom. She laid it all on the line and told him what not only
she wanted, but what she would give. Then he’d sent her from the shower with explicit
instructions. Ones she’d been more than happy to obey, despite the fact she’d
gotten his sheets damp. She wasn’t sure what she was going to get when he
joined her. He could come in, allow her to explore his body, or even be cruel
by kneeling next to her to mark her naked body with his come, but never
allowing her to touch him. She had her preference but knew in the end, whatever
he
chose,
she would be content with it. She had a
feeling this was the turning point in their relationship. Whichever route he
went, it would set the tone for their future relationship. Would she get the
man, the Dom, or perhaps a combination of them both? The uncertainty of it
wasn’t enough to douse her feverish arousal or intense need. In fact, if she
were honest with herself, it stroked her need even higher.

As
the minutes dragged by, she grew restless but resisted the urge to move. And
was glad she hadn’t, because moments later the bathroom door opened and her Sir
stepped into the room. Of everything she had expected, to see him dressed
wasn’t one of them. Wearing faded jeans and open button down shirt with his
dreadlocks pulled back, he walked over to the door. Her heart sank. She’d never
thought he’d actually do neither and leave her sprawled across his bed. Her
eyes stung at the perceived rejection. Had been too forward maybe or perhaps
not submissive enough? Even though she wanted to know what she’d done wrong,
she wouldn’t ruin it by begging. She pressed her lips together and turned her
head to the side, so she couldn’t see him abandon her. Which was why she was
startled when she felt the bed give next to her hip. Her head snapped to the
left to see him with one knee on the mattress as he leaned over her.

“You
honestly thought I left? After you got me so hot and bothered in the shower, I
nearly lost control?” With a smooth twist of his body, he rolled on top of her,
his denim covered thighs bracketing her upper hips where they met her waist.
Hovering over her, his heat warmed her as he pinned her wrists in place, the water
dripping from his dreadlocks, sending shards of awareness through her. The
droplets left on her upturned breasts ran together as she shivered. He gave a
slow shake of his head, scattering more of them, smiling at her reaction. “Not
a chance in hell, Sabella.” Dipping his head, he slanted his mouth over hers,
taking total control of the kiss. She moaned softly as his tongue thrust in,
rubbing over hers until she was nearly breathless. His taste was intoxicating.
The slight hint of his minty toothpaste combined with a flavor she was quickly
beginning to recognize as uniquely Ethan made her hungry for more. More kisses,
more touches, more of…him.

When
his tongue retreated, she followed it back into his mouth, shyly requesting
more of his taste, loving the growl filling their joined mouths. Lifting her
head off the pillow, she strained to keep their lips together until she wasn’t
sure where he began and she ended. Her protest echoed through the room as he
tore his lips from hers.

“Damn,
little one.”
He
pressed his nose to hers before rubbing it over her cheek and following her
jawbone into her hair line where his breath teased her ear. “You don’t know how
much I want to bury my cock in your little
chitsu-nai.
Does your pussy
yearn for me, Sabella? Shall I feed it?”

A
low, painful groan of urgent desire slid free of her. Every inch of her most
vulnerable flesh wept for him as a thick cream coated her innermost thighs,
preparing his way. “Please…” She tried to squirm free of his hold, bucking her
hips, wanting to rip the jeans off him. Her skin felt hot, ready to burst from
her lust. She’d teased more than him in the shower. She was primed to explode
and it wouldn’t take much to set her off.
And the evil bastard knows it,
she
thought as he shifted with her. No matter how she lifted and twisted, she only
managed to rub her thighs against his tightly muscled, ass, before he finally
pressed down enough to still her movements. Now she could feel him – the firm
muscles of his inner thighs, balls and the iron length of his cock, but not
hard enough to bring her off. Digging her heels into the bed, she tried to push
up to get the friction she needed
..

“Please
what, Sabella?” He nipped her ear. “Please fuck you? Or get off you? You have
to tell me what you need. I’m not a mind reader.” Even as he spoke, he
continued to shift with her limited upward thrusts, keeping her release just
out of reach by refusing her the contact she needed.

“Ethan…Sir…
please
!” Her eyes stung with tears of frustration as he rode
her bucking body with ease.

“Tell
me. Until you give me the words, I’m going to tease your little body until you
wish I’d have given you another spanking for your bold actions in the shower.”
With a fluid movement, he twisted and wedged his hips between her thighs, effectively
ending her rocking motions. “A good sub doesn’t try to seduce her Master. She
waits for his pleasure.” His eyes narrowed as he lifted his head to gaze into
hers. “But you’re not a good little submissive are you, Sabella? You push, then
back off when a man gives you what you think you wanted. Then you hide behind
your submissive role.”

She
whimpered. “I
am
submissive.” A gasp escaped her as he nipped her lower
lip in retaliation for her answer.

“You
hide behind it, never accepting what your Dom can give you.
But
not this morning.
This
morning you will get what I have to
offer.” There was a ratcheting sound as he slowly knelt up right between her
legs. Her gaze flew up, surprise washing over her as she saw the metal
handcuffs attached to the headboard. How on Earth had he managed to cuff her
without her realizing it? “What’s your safeword?”

The
break from his intense possession was a shock, but gave her an out if she
wished it. But for once she didn’t want to play safe. She wanted to get close
enough to get burned. “Dobby…” She whispered the word as his finger traced over
her cheek.

“Good.”
His expression hardened. “Now you’ll take everything I have to give.” The fire
in his gaze should’ve scared her, but it didn’t.
“Starting
with my touch.”

She
cried out as his palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her
distended nipples. Always sensitive, the little nubs seemed even more so as he
toyed with them. Tossing her head back, she panted as he abandoned one only to
suck it deep into his mouth. Her lips were parted as she squirmed against him.
He pressed the bud against the roof of his mouth, before curling his tongue
around it and tugging. Tension vibrated along the nerve endings connecting her
nipples to her womb as his teeth clamped down on her areola.
“Oh
my gosh
!”
She tugged helplessly against her restraints.

He
grumbled against her flesh, obviously ravenous for her. Just as she thought she
was going to slide over the edge, he released one nipple to capture the other.
“Mine.” He nipped her gently but with just enough strength she felt the sting
all the way down to her toes. It was all her desperate body needed. Like a
droplet of water, the sensation picked up in speed until, by the time it
reached her womb, it had doubled in strength. She panted softly as a minor
orgasm shook her frame.

His
palm connected with her hip. “Bad little subbie.” His voice was gritty as he
slid further down the bed. “Coming without permission…for that…” He dipped his
tongue into her naval before licking his way across her hipbone. “…I should
tease you for hours…until you’ve screamed yourself hoarse.” He dragged his
teeth down the crease of her leg, before hoisting one of them over his
shoulder. His index finger traced over the lightly furred seam of her sex,
pressing against the lips but not hard enough to part them. His nostrils flared
as he looked up at her from his position between her raised knees. “…but I find
myself in a giving mood. Ask nicely, Sabella, and I’ll eat your little pussy
until you can’t breathe because you’re screaming so loud. Then I’ll fuck you
into the mattress.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip as if he were
already savoring her flavor, before tugging on the satiny flesh of her inner
thigh with his teeth.

“Into
the mattress…” She repeated the words as she pulled hard on her wrists,
uncaring of the resulting pain. Images of him conquering her body played in her
brain until… “..
.I can’t take it!
”

 “Yes
you will, and ask for more.” He nipped further up on her thigh, while pressing
a bit more firmly with his thumb against the top of her sex. “Give me the
words, little one.”

Awash
with pleasure, and an unappeasable need to please him, she gave in, the words
pouring from her. “Please eat me, Sir.” Her head thrashed against the bedding.
“Make me come for you….then… f…fuck me.” She stumbled over the last part,
unfamiliar and a bit uncomfortable with cursing, but beyond caring as long as
he did as he said he would.

Her
wail was drowned out by Ethan’s resulting growl, as he hooked his arm under her
leg and up round her hip and thigh. Using his fingers to pry her open, he
exposed her to not only the air but his gaze and his touch.
As
well as…his tongue
.
Sweeping it up and down her wet folds, he held
her still with his bent arm across her stomach.

Careening
cries passed her swollen lips as he focused on her clit, rubbing up and down on
it with the flat of his tongue before drawing back to lash at it with the
pointed end of it. She climbed higher and faster as the fingers on his free
hand rubbed around her entrance before two thrust inside of her. Her body
welcomed his claiming with a gush of moisture. “Yes, so damned sweet.” His
breath teased her, pushing her to the verge of coming but not over the edge.