Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) by Dakota Trace Read Free Book Online

ideas.” He pressed her hand
more firmly against him. “And all of them have to do with ripping off your
clothing and fucking you ‘til you can’t see straight.” He shoved her hand away
and stood her up in front of him, his amber eyes dark with passion. “You can
either strip here, and risk getting jigger bites on sensitive areas or…”
    The silky tone had her shivering. “Or?” She
wet her lips.
    “Or you can run like hell for the house and
pray you make it there before I catch you. Because I’m going to have you where
you stand.” He unsnapped his jeans. “You have three seconds to decide before I
take the decision out of your hands.”
    It only took a fraction of second for her
to decide. She’d have laid down on the grass if he’d ordered it, in a heartbeat
in fact, but the thrill of having him chase her was much more tempting. From
experience, she knew she’d be dripping with desire by the time he caught her.
She turned and took off towards the house at a slow jog before the ‘one’ had
passed his lips. The idea was to let him catch her. Pausing beside the door,
she fumbled with the back door handle, waiting to hear him say ‘three’. A gush
of moisture between her legs, when he whispered it in her ear, had her spinning
in surprise.
    “You cheated, Master!” She hadn’t heard him
leave the glider.
    “Did you honestly expect me not to…as hot
as I am?” He pressed her up against the cool surface of the door, his hands
shoving up her tank, exposing her breasts to the light summer breeze. Lifting
her a bit, he arranged her so he could take one nipple into his mouth. She
cried out in surprise as he tugged hard on it while slipping a hand down past
the elastic band of her shorts. As his fingers traced down the valley between
her ass cheeks she whimpered. Her master loved anal, and she couldn’t remember
a time he hadn’t at least toyed with her ass when they were intimate. She’d
been an anal virgin when she’d met him, but he patiently taught her the
pleasures of it until she craved it.
    “Please, Master.” She arched into his hand
as his fingers slid down further to dip inside her, coating their length with
her own moisture.
    He grumbled against her breasts, moving
from one nipple to the other before his now wet fingers circled her rosette.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pressed them in slowly. The
familiar burn morphed into pleasure as her ass closed around him. “Oh, my God…”
Her head tipped back and hit the door with a slight thud, but the small dull
pain did little to distract her as he released her nipple.
    “Fuck.” His voice was gritty, even as he
continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight rear. “I want to fuck this
ass, but we don’t have any lube out here.”
    “I could get you all nice and wet with my
mouth, Master,” she offered, remembering one other time he’d wanted anal sex
and they had run out of lube. She’d gotten him all slippery with her mouth, but
to her dismay had found out saliva didn’t make the best lube, especially if you
were going to do any prolonged anal sex. She’d been sore for a few days after
that time. Not that she’d complained about it at the time. She’d been too busy
floating in subspace to voice even one protest. Nicky hadn’t been happy when he
found out how uncomfortable it had been for her to sit later on.
    His eyes flared at her suggestion, but he
ultimately shook his head. “Won’t work and you know it, Steph. Not only does it
make you sore, but I won’t last if I feel your mouth on me.” His fingers
abandoned her rear as he stepped back.
    “So do we go in…” She turned to go into the
house and found herself pinned against the door, this time face first.
    “Nope, I told you I’d have you where you
stood.”
    Then cool air hit her bottom as he jerked
her shorts down, and she heard the familiar sound of his zipper being lowered.
A moment later, his fingers tested her readiness, sliding deep inside of