Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online

need some stability and patience. Neither stability nor patience came to him naturally.
    What the hell was he thinking?
     
    Rolf hurried into the dungeon expecting a fight. Now, on top of the erotic heat blazing through his body, his nerves were on edge. Muscles tight. Fists clenched. Jaw locked. Adrenaline charging through his system.
    Nevin, one of his least favorite Doms at Twilight, had his most favorite submissive cornered, literally. And damn if Rolf was going to let the asshole get away with it. Without hesitating, he came up behind the guy and said, “You’re late.”
    Nevin threw him a scowl, growling. “Who the fuck are you talking to?”
    “My pet.” Rolf pointed at the blonde, currently looking like she was ready to go hysterical on them, any second now.
    Dammit, he’d worked so hard to get her this far. He didn’t need Nevin taking her three steps back.
    Angeleque was a pain slut. How she loved the whip. But she didn’t handle the containment side of playing at all, due to a persistent case of claustrophobia. The girl panicked if she was blindfolded. She stopped breathing when her arms were restrained. Mummify her, and she’d probably die from terror.
    And of course, Nevin just loved containment play. Mummification was his special vice.
    Much to Rolf’s surprise, Nevin grunted and stepped aside.
    Angeleque rushed past Nevin, eyes wide with fear. “I came looking for you.”
    His nerves still raw, Rolf grumbled, “I’ve told you before. You wait for me in the lobby.”
    She nodded.
    “Now come on.” He nudged her ahead, toward his private suite. He needed relief. Now. An hour spent with Wynne had left him with balls heavier than concrete. “You’ve made me wait long enough.”
    “Yes, Master. I’m sorry for being late, Master.”
    He followed her, mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walked. The girl was a runway model, and damn, did she know how to work those mile-long legs of hers. He couldn’t wait until they were locked around his waist.
    He unlocked the door, ushered her inside, and then relocked the door behind them. “Strip,” he barked, turning toward the bag Angeleque had carried in with her. He pulled out his cat-o’-nine tails, a dildo, anal plug, lube, and rubbers. By the time he’d filled his arms with the toys, his submissive was naked and on her knees, head bowed, back arched deliciously, full breasts thrust forward.
    Her nipples were tight and hard.
    His gaze fixed on those pink beaded tips. “Excellent. Now present, my pet.” Damn, he’d forgotten the nipple clamps. He set the supplies on a nearby table, then went back to the bag for the forgotten clamps.
    Meanwhile, his pretty plaything ran through her presentation like a pro. She learned quickly, was shaping up to be a fine submissive, despite her fear of being restrained.
    He punished her first, for being late, by teasing her with the thong of his whip, letting the leather strap slide over her golden skin instead of striking her with it. Within minutes, goose bumps covered her back and she trembled, murmuring, “I will not be late,” over and over, until she was nearly in tears.
    As a reward, he closed the nipple clamps over her tight buds, then told her to stand against the wall, her back to him. Pressing against her back and grinding his pelvis against her soft derriere, he lifted her arms up over her head and kicked her feet apart. “Be still for your reward.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He stepped back and sent the whip sailing through the air, snapping at her flesh, striking the top of her left buttock. She sighed but didn’t move. The pink stripe the lash left behind was a glorious sight. He struck her again, this time on her right ass cheek. And again. Again. Until she was panting and hot juices were dripping down her thighs.
    The heavy odor of her arousal filled his nostrils, making the weight in his balls five times more agonizing. There was nothing in this world that smelled better than a woman on the