A is for… by L Dubois Read Free Book Online Page A

Anna closed her eyes and gave herself over to her master, trusting him, submitting to him. She was his, he was hers. He continued to fuck her mouth, and as soon as she stopped worrying, her arousal returned with a vengeance. This was what she wanted—for him to use and fuck her. To have all control stripped away, to have every part of her touched, whether it be by pain or by pleasure.
    The crop struck her ass, a much gentler swat than before. It was a quick sting followed by pleasant heat.
    Tap, tap, tap. The crop worked the cheeks of her ass as he held her hair and fucked her. She knew he was about to come—could feel it in the way his cock twitched, hear it in his rapid breathing. The knowledge that she was going to make him come made her pussy and ass clench, the plug stretching that sensitive entrance to her body.
    “Anna.” He breathed her name. It sounded like a prayer when he said it.
    She worked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swallowed the head when he thrust in deep. In the next moment, he was coming against her tongue. Anna cradled the head of his cock with her lips as he groaned.
    Releasing her hair, he cupped her shoulders. She held his cock in her mouth, knowing he was too sensitive just after orgasm to enjoy stimulation. Her thighs were trembling from holding her legs bent up, her shoulders ached from the pressure of the arm binder, her belly hurt from lying over the horse, and her ass ached from the beating and the heavy plug that was still inside her.
    Jensen pulled back, his semi-erect cock slipping from her mouth. She swallowed.
    “You may put your feet down.”
    She lowered them gratefully, adjusting her position on the horse and rolling her stiff neck. She could taste him on her tongue and she throbbed with the need to have him inside her.
    He touched the plug and she jumped. Next, his fingers dipped into her pussy, stroking the swollen, aching lips of her sex.
    “How close are you?” he asked.
    “Very close, Master.”
    “I think it’s time my pretty sub came.”
    “Oh thank you, Jesus.”
    Jensen barked out a laugh. He cupped her hips and in the next moment she felt his breath on her wet pussy.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.” He pinched her labia and pulled them open, exposing her aching core.
    “I can’t remember the last time I was this aroused, Master.”
    “You’re enjoying trying new things—abrasion, arm binding, anal.”
    “Oh yes, Master.”
    “Good, because we’ve got more to do. Come when you’re ready.”
    His lips closed over her clit. Anna screamed. The direct contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves was so intense that her toes curled. Jensen held her upper thighs as he lapped at her clit. Broad stokes of his tongue fanned the already wild fire of her desire. He pulled back and blew on her wet flesh, then circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
    “Master!”
    Knowing she had his permission—and she was so aroused that even if she hadn’t she would have come—Anna gave in to the orgasm building in her belly. She sobbed as the pleasure washed over her in heavy, thick waves. Her nipples were diamond hard, her ass throbbing, her channel clenching.
    He pulled her deeper under the waves of pleasure, using the flat of his tongue to gently massage her throbbing clit. Anything more direct would have been uncomfortable in her pleasure-sensitive body, but he knew her, knew that he could prolong her orgasm.
    Anna sucked in great sobbing breaths as her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed. The last wave crashed over her and she went limp, her head hanging down, her hair nearly brushing the floor.
    “Come on, love,” he whispered, lifting her limp body off the horse. With quick movements he undid the arm binding, then massaged her upper arms and shoulders. Anna leaned against him, panting. He cupped her face, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her, murmuring sweet nonsense as she slowly came down to earth.
    Finally, Anna