Domination Sex: Conditioned Response by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online Page B

He smothered my muddled cry of surprise with his lips
against mine, demanding they part for him. My hands instinctively
shot up to push feebly at his shoulders, and he pinned my wrists to
the wall above me, my arms stretched as high as I could reach. I
whimpered as he leaned in harder, his cock digging into my lower
stomach. He had just come in the redhead’s mouth and was already so
hard again.
    Helpless, weak with desire, I opened
my lips to his kiss and whined shamelessly as his tongue penetrated
my mouth. It slid confidently, forcefully against mine, coiling and
coaxing. He tasted hot and coppery and vaguely of the berry and
spice notes in The Tower’s best wine.
    When he pulled his head back, I felt
like a starving woman who had just tasted a crumb of bread. I
tilted my face up, craning for more.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered, not in
the strict, callous tone he had used with the redhead, nor in the
coaxing voice he had used with me the previous night. This was firm
and possessive, impatient and unyielding. His shoes pushed at the
inside of my pumps until my legs were spread so far I was almost
dangling by his hold on my wrists.
    Wolf shifted his grip to hold both my
wrists in one hand. The other jerked my tight skirt up to my waist,
exposing me, and dove deep into my black panties. If the last few
moments hadn’t demonstrated to him that I was indeed a submissive,
his hand finding my pussy shaved betrayed me. A sigh shuddered out
of me as two of his fingers probed my creamy folds.
    “Your cunt is gushing wet,” he said
accusingly. The Dominant stared boldly down into my eyes, and I
felt my face and chest flush with embarrassment, humiliation,
arousal. “It turned you on watching me use that slave.” A burst of
jealousy made me want to deny it, but I pressed my lips into a
frown and bit down the urge. He bent his face forward again, his
mouth brushing mine as he said, “It could have been you on your
knees for me, submitting yourself to me. You could have let go of
your fear and your pride and given yourself to me as your Master.
I’d already be inside you. I’d already have you begging and
moaning.”
    Breathlessly, almost silently, I
whimpered, “I know.”
    “Then why?”
    My tears flowed down the
mask. “I want more . And I want someone who wants more.”
     
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    “You’ve never responded
when I’ve flirted with you, Zoe. Is that only because you thought I was
gay?”
    I look up from the bottom of my glass.
“You’ve never!”
    “I have.”
    I blink hard a few times. “You
have?”
    Matthew nods, and I frown at the
thought of the missed opportunity. Little by little, I’m leaning
toward him, my face turned upward. As soon as his soft, lush lips
brush mine, I open my mouth, hungry for his tongue. He teases me,
licking my lips, sucking, making my mouth tingle. Then his hand is
taking hold of my long ponytail. His dark eyes watch my face
carefully as he starts to pull my hair. My mouth bows in a whisper
of a moan.
    Then he’s pulling harder, making me
arch, his other arm circling my waist to support me. Matthew’s
lips, his rugged, scratchy chin and jaw, work up and down my
exposed neck. My gaze grazes the ceiling before my eyes roll back
in my head.
    “Open your knees, Zoe,” he growls low
against my skin. When I comply, he advances, pushing his swollen
hard-on against my pussy through my skirt and panties.
    I gasp at the sensation, at the
pressure on my swelling clit, at the size of Matthew’s bulging
cock. His response is to reach between us and pull my skirt up, out
of the way. One less layer of clothing shielding my cunt from his
hard dick. He grabs my ass and jerks me forward, so that my pussy
lips spread to cradle his hard-on. I keen with need, with months of
pent-up sexual frustration, with astonishment at my own brazen
reaction to his touch.
    Matthew’s hot breath