Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Why—” she began, but he immediately cut her off.
“No why, Hannah,” he said sternly. “You do not question your Master. You do as you’re told.”
You’re not my Master. I don’t have a Master.
The mutinous words very nearly leaped out of her mouth.
Hold on. He is your Master right now. All you have to do is obey.
“Yes, Sir,” she said aloud.
Scooting forward, she managed to twist herself around until she had her back to Mason. She heard him moving behind her in the water and then his strong arms were around her, pulling her toward him.
Startled, she stiffened, not sure what was happening.
“Relax,” he rumbled, his mouth close to her ear. He brought his arms around her waist as he settled her against him. “This pleases me, and therefore should please you, slave girl.”
It did feel awfully nice to be held in the arms of a big, strong, sexy man. Quieting the nervous girl fluttering in her head, she gave in to his comforting embrace. She sighed with pleasure as the deliciously hot water penetrated her muscles and soothed her aching body.
When he cupped her breasts, she drew in a sharp involuntary breath, but she didn’t pull away. She stared down at Mason’s large, capable hands, tan against her paler skin. Could he feel the pounding of her heart?
His hands shifted, his fingers finding her nipples. Grasping each between thumb and forefinger, he rolled them until she moaned. There seemed to be a direct conduit between her nipples and her clit. It felt almost as if he was stroking her there.
Then his fingers tightened on her nipples, compressing them until the pleasure turned to pain. Or no, the pleasure was still there, but the added layer of erotic pain increased the intensity of the experience tenfold.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands finding and gripping his hard thighs beneath the water. “It hurts,” she gasped between gritted teeth. But she made no effort to pull away.
“Good,” he rumbled, his mouth close to her ear. “Suffer for me, slave. Suffer for your Master.”
His words were sexy, in a fantasy kind of way. But was it a fantasy for him? Or did he really believe she wanted to become a slave? Did she want that? Could she ever achieve the level of training necessary? Was it even something you could train for? Or did you have to be born that way, and training only brought your natural inclinations to the fore?
He gave each nipple a sharp twist, and all thoughts tumbled from Hannah’s brain as she winced in pain.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, trying to squirm away from him. He easily held her in place with his thighs, however, and his grip remained tight on her tortured nipples.
“Of course you can,” he growled. “You just need to let go. To surrender control to me. Once I feel that surrender, I will let you go.”
A protest rose instantly in Hannah’s throat, but when she opened her mouth, it died away. She could get away from him if she really wanted to. But it would ruin everything and disappoint him. And it would be quitting.
“Once I feel that surrender, I will let you go.”
She relaxed against his hard body as best as she could, though her jaw was clenched tight with tension. After a moment, mercifully, he released his pinching grip as promised.
“That’s better,” he crooned into her ear. “You please me.”
He circled her nipples with his fingers, slowly widening the circles until he cupped her breasts in his large hands. After a while, one hand traveled past the slope of her breast to her stomach as his teeth scraped lightly against her neck in a lazy caress.
“What is it you want, Hannah?” he murmured. He nipped at her earlobe as his hand traveled lower, and lower still. “Hmm? Do you want this?” He cupped her sex, his fingers dancing over her swollen labia with the proprietary touch of someone who understood his own power.
Unable to help herself, Hannah leaned back into his hard, warm body as he slid a finger inside her, sending a spasm of pleasure through her core. “Oh, god,” she groaned. “Yes, Sir. Yes, please.” She held on to the “s” as he ground his palm against her clit while his fingers moved inside of her. His cock was hard as a rod of steel against her lower back.
All at once, his hand fell away. Before Hannah could offer even a whimper of protest, he rose to his feet in the tub, pulling her upright along with him. “Bath time’s over,” he said gruffly.
Lifting her as easily as if she were a child, he set her on the thick bath rug beside the tub. A moment later, he, too, climbed out. He stood before her like a god, water streaming down his big, strong body, his cock like a divining rod pointing directly at her.